Feingold is the only critic in New York worth reading, as far as I'm concerned. The only actual critic, who elevates his evaluations beyond the level of a mere review. I hope he lands in a new situation soon.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body
Well, that's it for me and the Voice, and I got my first subscription in '77 or so. The current publishers have taken the hatchet to that masthead so many times, it's probably inevitable that two longtime staff writers like Musto and Feingold will go. Small wonder the editors quit last week.
Maybe Fiengold could replace Brantley? Brantley's way overstayed his welcome and the whole thing about Matilda told me that it's time for him to go -- permanently.
"Feingold is the only critic in New York worth reading, as far as I'm concerned. The only actual critic, who elevates his evaluations beyond the level of a mere review. I hope he lands in a new situation soon."
"Carson has combined his passion for helping children with his love for one of Cincinnati's favorite past times - cornhole - to create a unique and exciting event perfect for a corporate outing, entertaining clients or family fun."
I said it in a thread last week that I think the space Feingold has carved out for himself precludes ever writing for the Times as a first or second stringer. He is in no way a Broadway booster.
Sueleen, this appeared on Musto's Facebook page:
"My wish is that I win the lottery on Saturday because if I do I could afford to hire you to write for my site. My dream. Love you."
Sad sad sad. I subscribed to the Village Voice when I went of to college in the fall of 1980 and have been a faithful reader ever since Without Sietsema, Feingold and Musto what is left? Some weeks it seems like those three wrote half the website.
With Life in Hell, Lynda Barry and Savage Love gone..well again, what's left?
The Voice is a sad dinosaur, a bunch of old 50's-style hidebound unthinking liberals. Better, perhaps, than a bunch of 50's-style hidebound unthinking conservatives, but still rather irrelevant and useless. Let it fold.
However, the Times would be awfully smart to take this opportunity to jettison Banal Ben and bring on someone who not only can write, but who actually knows a lot about theatre (aka Feingold). The Times, however, rarely demonstrates that they have that kind of smarts.