In the current Broadway production of Twelfth Night, Mark Rylance plays Olivia, a role which sees him plaster his face in white makeup and style his hair into a “pouf like a charcoal brioche.” Rylance, the first artistic director of the Globe Theatre in London, projects such a palpable “air of distracted grief” in his performance that “the carapace of theatricality evaporates,” Charles Isherwood writes. The Times theater critic also highlights the work of John Douglas Thompson and Harriet Walter.
If you're looking for an occasionally evil but mostly hysterical month-long diversion, I recommend following HTMLGiant's "Tournament of Bookshit". So far one highlight has been: "excessively long list of credits including pushcart nominations in your bio vs. the guy who goes 20 minutes over the suggested reading time"
E. B. White is one of those writers you are liable to meet again and again in the course of a reading life, each time wearing a different expression. To children, he is the author of Charlotte's Web; to college students, he is half of Strunk and White's The Elements of Style. Later on, he helped define the voice of the early New Yorker. Now all those Whites have been brought together in the pages of In the Words of E. B. White: Quotations from America's Most Companionable of Writers, an anthology of quotations edited by his granddaughter Martha White.
"Putin, like Hitler, understood that the purpose of spectacles is to dazzle the eye while clouding the mind." For the Daily Beast, staff writer Bill Morris writes about the thuggish dictators who love the propaganda of the World Cup. (If you haven't already checked out our list of seven great soccer reads, do it now!)