Finally, children’s theater that doesn’t induce a diabetic coma
By Christie Chisholm
Children’s theater gets a bad rap. It’s generally dismissed as saccharine and slightly awkward pap that serves little purpose beyond giving parents an opportunity to fawn over their terrified kids. In some instances, that is exactly the case.
The true story of a guy who liked rabbit-fur hats and killing people
Review by John Bear
The Killer of Little Shepherds: A True Crime Story and the Birth of Forensic Science
The French seem to possess a uniquely close relationship with death—probably because they eat unpasteurized cheeses. A serial killer from their ranks would be armed with a vast foreknowledge of la grande mort. It would probably make him, or her, a better murderer than some lazy American. And yet we seem to produce the largest amount of them.