Summer Postcard
Some Like It Hot (And Heady): A Night Out in Denton
As the sound of a classical violinist busking across the street floats to me through the warm air, it occurs to me that this sign captures Denton pretty well. Sure, the town has its established acts and its micro-scenes. And if you want to make it, you obviously have to be good. But outside of that, there really aren’t any rules. In such a small town, with such a dedicated group of listeners who recognize that they have something special here, there’s nothing stopping anyone from picking up a drum—or a guitar, or a keyboard, or a microphone—and joining in.
Broadway Revival of "Death of a Salesman" Wins Over Critics and Audiences
Arts summer columnist Virginia R. Marshall shares with us the dramatic adventure that is Mike Nichols' Broadway revival of "Death of a Salesman"
Old Bones
The past, it seems, is always present here. It’s in the reconstructed ruins of the Roman gymnasium and the re-laid mosaics of the synagogue, and it’s in those piles of rubble that won’t ever again see their marvelous heights.
POSTCARD: Stuck in the Middle
Returning on a Sunday night from a weekend trip to Switzerland, I got into my apartment building’s tiny, old-fashioned elevator and everything seemed to be going fine. Famous last words.
Crimson Summer Postcards 2010
Follow The Crimson's editors as they travel around the world this summer!
POSTCARD: It Takes a Village
It’s an interesting idea, representing the essence of a culture through the books on your shelves
POSTCARD: (Scatological) Crimes and Misdemeanors
On 79th street, opposite New York City Mayor Michael R. Bloomberg’s townhouse, over 50 people stood chanting behind a police line: “The blood; the blood; the blood is on your hands!” The blood they lamented was that of geese.
POSTCARD: The Brain Drain, Neo-Colonial Style
But if Pedro’s conception of the brain drain in reverse is that which applies to all former expatriates and their descendants who return to this country, then Equatorial Guinea ought not to rejoice anytime soon.
POSTCARD: Reflections Mandatory
In a province that most people would never be able to point out on a map, eight of us Harvard juniors sit quietly, draped over a separate piece of rosewood furniture in the hotel room.
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Inside an old Shanghai one-story apartment with peeling paint and rusted pipes, a man does work while watching a popular replay of the NBA final. The area around his home, Tianzi Fang, has preserved its antique charm despite its residents leasing spaces for restaurants, boutiques, and cafes that bring both local and tourist foot traffic.
