Reviews and revisions of Ibsen’s “A Doll’s House” sprout with each new Broadway season, an indication of how relevant, and how difficult this 1879 play continues to be.
My Father
I never asked my father about his manicures. It didn’t seem appropriate to raise such a frivolous topic with a dedicated newspaper publisher.
Sorrow-Acre
We pay the price for our many forms of immaturity—but I prefer that to what seems to be the ironclad maturity of the well-cared-for Danes.