(Ben Brantley’s article appeared in The New York Times, 10/24.)

The stage of the Harvey Theater has surely never before looked so vast, or so empty. With no scenery to speak of except for one feeble little table, it looms as a black chasm that stretches far beyond the traditional barriers of walls and proscenium arches. You imagine how lonely it must feel to be up there.

That naked space is also a mirror, accurate and unforgiving, of the densely populated city that stretches beyond this outpost of the Brooklyn Academy of Music. I mean New York, or any of those densely crowded places where it’s easy to think that the person next to you in the subway or the elevator, or even in bed, might as well be on the other side of the world. 

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