Ann Arbor, Etc.

When my book group did the big Chehkov plays last year, I felt disappointed. I’d read somewhere that Chekhov was second only to Shakespeare as a dramatist, but these kvetching bourgeois seemed a far cry from the...

More than twenty years ago, I met a new neighbor while we mowed our back yards. We were amused to learn that we both were editors (not a common occupation, even in Ann Arbor). I’d recently taken over the Ann Arbor...

In mid-February, forty people were waiting their turn to check out a 60-year-old novel from the Ann Arbor District Library. Of course it’s not just any novel–it’s the high school classic Catcher in the Rye. The...

The recent death in the Netherlands of Miep Gies, the woman who hid Anne Frank and preserved the diary that stirred the conscience of the world, was especially significant to Ann Arborite Irene Butter–a retired U-M...

Quite a few bands from New Orleans come through Michigan on tour, and if the Subdudes have gotten lost in the shuffle for you, be advised that they don’t sound like any of the others. Their starting point was probably the...

Many if not most blues lovers in southeastern Michigan have a John Lee Hooker story to tell, but last month at the Ark the veteran South Carolina folk singer and guitarist Jack Williams had one that was new to most of us. The...

The Travelin’ McCourys and the Lee Boys The Ark, October 18 The Travelin’ McCourys consist of two sons of the legendary bluegrass singer Del McCoury, along with several other veteran bluegrass musicians. The Lee Boys...

I still can’t get over it sometimes–Performance Network is a real Equity theatre. Founded in the early 1980s, it lived on table scraps in that little black hole over on Washington for years and now it’s a...

One of the joys of living in Ann Arbor and within a mile or two of the U-M Stadium is hearing on a football Saturday afternoon the noise of the crowd. You knew Michigan had just scored. And prolonged silence meant things...

“He was the voice of Republicanism in the middle of the radical sixties and seventies,” says John Stephenson about his father, Jim Stephenson, mayor of Ann Arbor from 1973-75. Stephenson infuriated thousands of young...

The Michigan Stadium renovations have now consumed over 400,000 man hours. The project is on schedule and will be completed by next June. The last major piece of the project will be the removal of the old press box. This will...

The show by Little Miss Higgins at the Ark on July 9 stood out from those of other young artists the club has booked lately. It wasn’t very well attended; Jolene Higgins is an unknown in these parts, and long warm evenings...

One might assume that ever since the Michigan Medical Marijuana Law went into effect, weed gardens have been springing up like…well, weeds. Supporting evidence is a colorful, hand-lettered sign by a small garden on the Old...

You might be doing a disservice to your kids to bring them to Twelfth Night, this years’ Shakespeare in the Arb. They might grow up thinking Shakespeare is always this much fun and will be in for some crushing...

I walked out of Fences, which ends its extended run at the Performance Network on May 31, in the daze you got only from first-rate theater. Only one other performance at the Network has so profoundly affected me: a production,...

Today one of my best friends was diagnosed to be dying of a new and irreversible disease. A hundred or so cases have been diagnosed. But this malady appears to be sweeping across the land with deadly vengeance. I try to imagine...

What you find at the Antiquarian Book Fair: A Gone with the Wind poster, autographed by Clark Gable and Vivien Leigh, price at $1200. A 1966 Detroit Tigers program for $45. A woman’s diary from the 1890s, in spidery,...

While the full house at Hill Auditorium roared its appreciation and approval after every piece during Yo Yo Ma and the Silk Road Ensemble’s concerts last month, one music lover clearly didn’t feel she was getting her...

“Attention please: the Ann Arbor News is closing.” Sales rep Vikki Enos, first with the buzz as usual, announced the news over the Observer intercom at 9:55 Monday morning. I discarded the email message I’d...

OMG, he’s back! Poet/musician Rod McKuen, heartthrob of my vanished sixteen-year-old self, will be performing at First United Methodist Church on April 3 as part of its Green Wood Coffee House Series. And though he’s...