John Henry Lahr (born July 12, 1941) is a British-based American theater critic, and the son of actor Bert Lahr. Since 1992, he has been the senior drama critic at The New Yorker magazine. Read full biography of John Lahr →
His life was one long extravaganza, like living inside a Faberge egg.
Society drives people crazy with lust and calls it advertising.
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Of the modern critics, although I disagree with almost everything she says, I admire Mary McCarthy's eloquence and social observation in... →
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We were postwar middle-class white kids living in the slipstream of the greatest per-capita rise in income in the history of Western civilization; we... →