Neil Steinberg began writing for the Chicago Sun-Times in 1984, and joined the staff in 1987 as a feature writer.
He became a columnist in …Read More
Often the public thinks of opera as a 300-pound Brunhilda standing in one spot, holding a spear and warbling — what American soprano Adina Aaron dismissively calls “park and bark.”
Everyone in the United States, unless they are Native American, has a person like my grandfather in their past, someone who came over here to escape hardship or horror and make a life. Whether it was 5 or 50 or 500 years ago, the story is the same. They came over and the country let them in.
With the election over, thank God, I thought pesky telephone polls would subside. But if anything, they’ve increased. Not the “Who has your vote?” polls, or what I call “Slur Polls” — questions designed not to collect answers but to deliver attacks; polls that start …Read More
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Palestinians could have their state, but not the state they want, and Israelis could allow the Palestinians back into their country, but then it wouldn’t be a Jewish country. Plus there’s no reason to think Palestinians would give up the killing that has been their central mode of self-expression. The solution, therefore, clearly is ... umm.
No sooner was the first Catholic church built in Chicago, however, than the minister of the first Protestant church, Jeremiah Porter, knelt outside and prayed for its downfall. A reminder that, as Catholic a town as this is, there has always been hostility.
The book I pulled off my shelf Friday — easily, without searching, I happily noted — was “The Rear View: A Brief and Elegant History of Bottoms Through the Ages,” by Jean-Luc Hennig, a new chapter of which was written last week when a photo of the huge, oiled naked rump of Kim Kardashian roiled the Internet.
Twelve is a tough age, and many a struggling preteen has been shipped off to relatives to help him adjust to this whirling ball of woe we call a world. In Arun’s case, two things made his relocation unusual. First, the relative he was sent …
I’m extra pleased to announce the 7th annual Sun-Times Goes to the Lyric Contest. Readers started asking about it last week, when I dropped in on a rehearsal of “Porgy and Bess,” which 100 readers will attend Dec. 8.
Tuesday is Veterans Day, when we honor the soldiers, sailors, Marines and other military men and women who serve and have served our country. Recalling such an enormous group is impossible. It’s hard enough to remember just one person, such as Pvt. Gail O. Woodman, who grew up in Evergreen Park and volunteered for the Army in 1917. We hear his voice today only because he wrote letters to a certain special young woman.
My immediate, visceral reaction to Chinese architect Ma Yansong’s design for the Lucas Museum of Narrative Art, planned for the lakefront, was to sigh, then shake my head in bewildered sorrow.
Honestly? The big Republican win Tuesday night didn’t bother me much. I’m not sure why. Cynicism triumphant, perhaps.
The great thing about Divvy bikes is they’re always there, scattered around downtown, ready to go. Pop in your key, pull out a bike, go for a spin, never thinking that someone has to move the bikes from jammed stations to empty ones, someone has to fix them when they break, someone has to shovel the stations in winter.
“Porgy and Bess” is all too current. It’s hard to watch the residents of Catfish Row being imbued with the fear that Jim Crow demanded and not think of Ferguson, Missouri, and the unresolved racial issues that still simmer under the skin of America.
The far right — and here they join hands, ironically, with the far left — owns fear of government. To them, the U.S. government is a terrifying enemy, an occupying force. But I felt the fear myself this week about the IRS.
Rowing was once what fishermen did to get to their nets. Then it became a competition, then a recreation, and now it’s an amalgam: part aerobic exercise, part leisure pastime, part blood sport.
Dylan Thomas, whose 100th birthday is Monday, made some memorable appearances in Chicago on his way to becoming among the best-known poets of the 20th century.
Chicago’s temperature swings take a toll on Divvys, as do graffiti artists, malicious persons, potholes, and regular wear and tear of having Chicago’s collective hot dog-larded backside repeatedly plopped down upon the bikes.
A number of readers apparently feel I run the newspaper, or at least am an important and valued member of the top editorial team, plugged into all decisions as they are being made, sitting in the Inner Sanctum, wherever that may be, peering out beneath …
We can assume that the men threatening to rape and murder Anita Sarkeesian were not doing so because they wanted to disseminate her observations about sexism in the video gaming world to as wide an audience as possible. But that is what is happening.
Is it too early for the Ebola post-mortem? I don’t think so. While there are still a few weeks of frenzy left in the mania, you gathered here in this quiet corner of the media have my permission to exhale a collective sigh of relief.