A Gadfly in the White House
By Russell Drumm
Rory Kennedy rushed onto the patio outside her kitchen overlooking Coecles Harbor on Shelter Island last week to announce that Lou Reed had agreed to attend a benefit to raise money to help eradicate ticks. It seems there’s no cause too picayune to interest the celebrated documentary filmmaker and daughter of Robert and Ethel Kennedy.
Caio Fonseca: Education of an Artist
By Elizabeth Fasolino
Going into the family business requires a healthy dose of self-esteem, discipline, and skill — not to mention affection for one’s forebears. The trick is to carry on the tradition while carving out a niche of one’s own. This is especially true in the creative arts, where the balancing act between honoring the past and moving toward the future can get tricky. Caio Fonseca, a well-regarded abstract painter, has somehow managed to walk this tightrope.
Opinion
The Mundane Gets a Twice-Over
By Jennifer Landes
The foreclosure sign looks realistic enough, complete with an East Hampton telephone number. The soaped-up windows that go along with it seem like a risky gambit for a retail establishment in the height of the August madness that makes the local economy hum.
Opinion
Refreshing, Ear-Opening Music
By Thomas Bohlert
Amid many offerings of staple classics, the Bridgehampton Chamber Music Festival had its second Offbeat concert of the season last Thursday at the Bridgehampton Presbyterian Church, providing a sampling of “what’s new” from the last 20 or so years. Some unusual and unconventional music was presented by the Real Quiet trio: Andrew Russo, piano, Felix Fan, cello, and David Cossin, percussion.
The Garden as Art, All Right
By Isabel Carmichael
Garden and house lovers are in for a treat. Seven specimens of unusual, historical, or beautiful gardens can be seen by the public on Saturday during the Garden as Art tour to benefit Guild Hall.
LONG ISLAND BOOKS
“The Tremendous World I Have Inside My Head”
Louis Begley
Review by Richard Horwich
Has anyone ever tortured himself more enthusiastically and for less reason than Franz Kafka? “Life is merely terrible,” he wrote in a letter to Felice Bauer, the first of several women with whom he pursued doomed relationships, and his life certainly was a terrible one — because he designed his self-constructed inner world as a place where he was denied any shred of happiness or contentment.
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