Chamber Music
Potty training doesn’t have to be the great bugaboo of raising children.
Potty training doesn’t have to be the great bugaboo of raising children.
The Electric Horseman got its wires crossed. Kramer vs. Kramer is an above-average film taken from a below-average novel.
Dallas Civic Opera is a grand old lady who knows her European opera. But sometimes she gets a little senile.
Preachers Robert Schuller and Rex Humbard have zeroed in on the modern way to reach a congregation: electronically.
Why Houston has the best schools in the state.
Eminent art critic Barbara Rose has assembled an exhibit of paintings of the eighties. Oh, yeah? Where did she get them?
When Stage #1 opened as a halfway house for theater graduates from SMU, the participants weren’t pitied but applauded.
By reputation Dallas is a staid city. But there is one strip where Dallas is fevered, excessive, and lascivious, and where every night is party night.
New records from Texas’ die-hard country, rock, and punk musicians.
The Panhandle is home for the country’s only H-bomb assembly plant. Aren’t you glad we told you?
The Midland Jazz Classic wasn’t cheap, but it was worth the price.
A boy and his horse reach great heights in The Black Stallion. The Rose, with Bette Midler, is no American beauty.
Galveston has withstood tidal waves, hurricanes, gamblers, and tourists. Can it survive a superport?
Houston and Dallas opera companies could fudge on shoe sizes when it came to casting Cinderellas, but the voices had to fit just so.
A Dallas rabbi says Christmas is a form of persecution for Jews; a Disciples of Christ pastor discusses suffering with equanimity.
Two questions about school desegregation: Is busing the only way? Are integrated schools inferior?
John Updike’s problems are our pleasures. Mean Scrooge McDuck returns in a nostalgic comic-book collection.
For the sake of the audience, it’s a question that needs to be asked. College productions of A Doll’s House show why actors go to school. Fort Worth has good actors and good producers—but not, alas, in the same theater.
A remembrance of the late Texas playwright who spent his days and nights pondering imponderables.
Al Neiman’s Fortnight the attractions varied between eccentric Americans and somnambulant British.
New stars in sight are big and bright—deep in the heart of Texas.
Werner Herzog reverently remade the classic 1921 version of Nosferatu. He should have left scary enough alone.
With open arms—that is, mouths—Texas welcome a new breed of bakery.
A young Russian defector blows his chance to win the Van Cliburn International Piano Competition and goes on to find fame and fortune.
The difference between jogging with the Lord and just walking along behind.
If the eighties are here, where did the seventies go.
A.C. Greene’s singular, exquisite vision of West Texas; a thriller that’s better than it should be; and a historical novel with too much history.
Albert Giacometti’s sculptured figures, now at the Dallas Museum of Fine Art, are tall, emaciated, uncomprehending—and breathtaking.
Some Texas funny people get serious about their jokes.
The Dalai Lama encounters Houston. He finds it good.
The Recovery Room band is at home in Dallas and New York, too.
Silence may be golden, but not to a stutterer.
Filmmakers flub: Schlesinger’s Yanks, Fellini’s Orchestra Rehearsal, and Jewison’s—And Justice for All.
Don’t both with séances or clairvoyants. There is a much better way to contact the shades of the past.
The leaders of Houston and Dallas symphony orchestras start off the season with two perplexing concert series.
Joining God’s army at Berachah Church in Houston; joining the fine families of Beaumont’s Trinity United Methodist.
A modest proposal for the eighties.
Institutional green walls and stuffy classrooms are not a part of Houston architect Eugene Aubry’s Awty School design.
ëTis the season for plays about the Viet Nam War. Louisiana’s Huey P. Long is captured (almost) by Texans.
Beneath certain Stetsons lies a crown.
Nicaragua’s new junta may discover it’s easier to depose a dictator than to rebuild a ravaged country.
Coppola’s multimillion-dollar labor of love is finally finished. We think.
Even incomplete, Lulu was a great opera. Now it’s finished, and Santa Fe Opera got the stage the coveted U.S. premiere.
Hymns and admonitions for the best and worse bus services in Texas.
At St. Patrick’s in San Antonio they sing and dance—during mass. At Lakewood Assembly of God in Dallas they sing and sing and sing . . .
Give me land, lots of land . . .
In his new book Tom Wolfe poses this question: were the Mercury astronauts men or monkeys? Thomas Thompson changes his journalistic setting from Houston to the far East to produce a book about an astonishing criminal.
Town and Country magazine came to Texas to record our sophistication, wealth, and savoir faire—and all hell broke loose.