Well, here we are. Two weeks left until “Funny Girl” opens, and my anxiety is intensifying. I lay awake at night, thinking, “What could I have done better?” Could I have analyzed my script, cover to cover? Probably. Could I have perfected my Yiddish accent? Not unlikely. Could I have hitch-hiked…

Review: Let’s talk about some classics
Creased spines. A scent somewhere between mildew and vanilla. Dimensions that never quite align with the rest of the inventory on your bookshelf. You’ve arrived at the classics section. Far more partial to contemporary lit’s block text covers and cryptic author bios...