Chapter thirteen of Gustave Flaubert’s North African fever-dream novel Salammbô is titled “Moloch.” The book, a strange ...

Going backward, at least in opus numbers, Grimaud began with Brahms’s Op. 116. These are “Seven Fantasies,” which are three ...

On the Tel Dan Stele, Jeremy Denk, Juilliard recitals, country houses & more from the world of culture.

There was one more encore, a fourth: “Still wie die Nacht,” by Carl Bohm (not to be confused with the famous conductor Karl ...

In a museum, you can reliably expect to see religious artworks—perhaps scenes from Christ’s life, intricate books of hours, ...

Filippo Gorini did some impressive playing in the Diabelli Variations. He tackled the piece manfully. For me, he was too ...

Oliver Sacks’s Letters, at 752 pages, is anachronistic in two respects. First, there is the spectacle of six decades’ worth of correspondence, meticulously preserved (Oliver Sacks cloned every ...

Lately, Jay has been writing about Stefan Zweig’s memoirs, The World of Yesterday. Zweig was a writer of immense talent and versatility. He also knew a lot of music and a lot of musicians. Composers ...

Last night, Carnegie Hall launched a festival of Czech music, anchored by the Czech Philharmonic. This is a superb orchestra, with a superb music director: Semyon Bychkov, born in the Soviet Union in ...

Piet Mondrian is known, of course, for his red, yellow, and blue. And after he made the switch from Post-Impressionism to De Stijl, he apparently stuck to his guns: during the Blitz, when friends told ...