Born in Lancaster County, PA in1984, Eric received his BFA with highest honors at the Pratt Institute in Brooklyn, NY. During his four years at Pratt he received the top foundation award as well as sophomore and junior year painting scholarships.
For starters, I want to be clear that this anecdote is safe for atheists!
My parents brought me up as an atheist. Though my dad was being trained to be a rabbi in his native Poland, experiences he underwent while studying at the “chayda” made him decide that if God allowed abusive treatment to children, there was no God. Now, I have no idea what actually happened. He came from a heritage of rabbis, and his mother was intent on having him follow in the footsteps of the males in his family. In explaining his decision to me, my father related that the students had to take down their pants and receive beatings. In light of the recent reports of sexual violations in the clergy, I suspect it might have been worse than beatings, but, of course, my father would never have shared that... even with his family.
The cliché of stiff-upper-lip Britons who rarely show emotion is beautifully discredited in the Roundabout Theatre Company’s new production of Terence Rattigan’s The Winslow Boy in association with The Old Vic, directed by Lindsay Posner. Rattigan, a pillar of British theatre in the mid-twentieth century, managed to find the heartbeat under the calm continence of his characters. Rattigan’s case is helped by the stellar cast of this revival who give life to the Winslow family’s problems and feelings, sustained by Peter McKintosh’s sumptuously upper middle class set and costumes that tell as much about the characters as the writing and the acting.
How long is the shadow of a battle, an explosion, a revolution? Whatstories arise in the wake of devastation? The latest issue of Granta explores the aftermath and legacy of conflict in fiction, poetry, and reportage. To launch it, join writer and historian Patrick French, on how the heroism of his great-uncle in World War I left behind a "saturating cult of remembrance," and novelist and critic Hari Kunzru, on the sinister lure of disaster tourism.
Halloween is soon approaching and thus it is the season of the supernatural. Explore your inner divine with The Daemon Tarot: the Forbidden Wisdom of the Infernal Dictionary (Sterling Ethos, November 2013). Author Ariana Osborne has reinterpreted the classic text Le Dictionnaire Infernal (Infernal Dictionary) for today’s audience, creating a simplified system to identify the unique strengths and specialties of the daemons.
There was a time when if you saw someone walking and talking out loud, you crossed the street. The immediate reaction was that the person was some sort of nut, talking to him/herself. Now, it's impossible to ascertain who's crazy or who's sane merely by noting whether they're talking into space or on their cell phone.
At 77, I recently re-located from Manhattan, where I spent my entire adult life, to Anguilla, the island that was to become my home. As you can imagine, there were a staggering number of steps necessary to move to a new life. But having to face all that packing paled in comparison to the fear, insecurity and doubt it engendered.
“YOU MUST HAVE BEEN....” and “AT YOUR AGE...” Without undue vanity, it would not be inappropriate for me to nod and say, “Yes, I'm beautiful!” when stopped on the street by people who wish to praise me, and often to take my picture as well.
You might remember that to be the name of a popular TV show years ago. I recall watching it with my kids when they were young, vegging out munching popcorn in front of the TV. Fast forward four decades, and here I am, at 77, actually LIVING ON PARADISE ISLAND! How did this happen?