Some Thoughts for Passover—”What Price Freedom?”

I’m sharing an essay I wrote in 1995 for the weekly newsletter of B’Nai Jeshurun, a synagogue congregation where I was then active, titled “What Price Freedom?” In it I sought to understand and explain why in the Passover narrative God continually hardens Pharaoh’s heart, and why the plagues then descend on the Egyptians, right up to the tenth plague when their firstborn children die. To summarize my argument, I’ll cite these lines from the second paragraph:

“I believe that God was determined to utterly break the back of the dictatorship and enact a greater liberation than could have been achieved if Pharaoh had simply let the captive Israelites go free when Moses first demanded their release. Indeed, had this occurred the Israelites would have left Mitzrayim [the narrow place], but the tyrannical state would have impressed some other poor souls into slavery, and the oppressive regime would have continued to hum along without a hitch in the gears of its evil machinery. Instead, by repeatedly hardening Pharaoh’s heart, and by upping the ante each time with increasingly devastating consequences, until God finally strikes deep into the heart of every Egyptian home… God creates an exodus that frees not only the Israelites, but also the mixed multitude (the “erev rav”) that benefits from God’s liberating deeds.”

Even with that distillation of my essay, I invite you to read it, attached herewith.

Two Poems, “Creature Comforts” and “Love’s Mantle”

I’m delighted that under the rubric “Two Poems to End the Winter, The Seaboard Review of Books has published two poems today, one of mine, “Creature Comforts,” and another, “Love’s Mantle,” by my friend and agency client Alexis Greene. “Creature Comforts” explores nature, the animal kingdom, the wild, and our place in the world vis-a-vis animals. It’s composed in rhyming verse, and was written as a series of reflections that came to me one day some years ago when I was on a walk with my black Labrador dog, Noah, pictured here, who was a boon companion of mine for a long time. It was a very rainy day and Noah sniffed a rabbit. That’s what moved me to write the poem.

“Love’s Mantle” by Alexis Greene explores themes adjacent to those in my poem, though in a different and distinctive manner. I believe she was moved to write it this past winter while she’s been contending with an illness, and I think she sees this poem as a kind of valedictory statement of hers, about life and how she views the world. I’ll add that earlier this year, Alexis published a personal essay about her lifelong experiences of live theater on this website, and on the website The Arts Fuse.

Below are the first two stanzas of “Creature Comforts”:

The tide washed over the driveway
Stirs in me a notion
How in such a live way,
Rain may play at being an ocean.

The asphalt sluice is shined a fluid black
While snow on the lawn holds one sogg’d rabbit track.
Snout wet, Noah sniffs the clue of rodent visitation
And careens in hope for a sign of the hare’s habitation.

Here are the first two stanzas of “Love’s Mantle”:

Snow descends in icy flakes,
Coating the hills and drifting ’round lakes.
Covering houses and fields and trees,
Snow whitens the world as far as you can see.

Cold to the touch.
Wet on your skin,
Snow, winter’s blanket,
Protects the life within.

Thanks for reading the rest of “Creature Comforts” and “Love’s Mantle” at The Seaboard Review of Books, linked to here.

Talking about Jim Harrison, w/Colum McCann and Todd Goddard

An exciting event coming on April 20, for friends interested in Devouring Time, the recently published biography of Jim Harrison. Novelist Colum McCann, author of Let the Great World Spin—who knew Harrison well, and was one of 100 interviewees biographer Todd Goddard talked to for the book—will be in conversation with Todd, who is a client of Philip Turner Book Productions, at the NYPL Library’s Stavros Niarchos building, 455 Fifth Avenue, across the avenue and one block down from the Main Library Building, at 6:30 that evening, a Monday. Registration for the free program has just opened, with in-person attendance—and live streaming, so folks can watch from all over the country—linked to here.

I’m sure it will a great night, so hope to see you there!

“The Decline and Fall of the Metro Theater,” a Guest Post by Kyle Gallup with M. G. Turner

It’s an honor to have “The Decline and Fall of the Metro Theater,” a collage painting pictured here that was inspired by a landmark in my Manhattan neighborhood, now sold to a private collection. The collector requested an artist statement about the making of the piece which is also included here, as is a pertinent essay by my son M. G. Turner, an author whose short story collection City of Dark Dreams: Tales from Another New York, will be published in January 2027 by DarkWinter Press.

“Live Theater—An Incomparable Art Form,” a Guest Essay by Alexis Greene

Live Theater—An Incomparable Art Form by Alexis Greene

I fell in love with theater when I was nine years old. I was growing up in New York City, and in the fall of 1954 friends of my mother took me to see the Broadway musical Peter Pan, starring Mary Martin as Peter and Cyril Ritchard as the villainous Captain Hook. It was the first time I’d ever been inside a theater and I loved where we were sitting: in a box on the right side of the stupendous Winter Garden Theatre. I loved the show, and I especially adored Margalo Gillmore, who played Mrs. Darling, the loving mother of the children whom Peter Pan invites to fly with him to Neverland. I was entranced by the gowns that Mrs. Darling wore: I wanted to be an actress.
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I acted in productions in high school and college, at Vassar, where I majored in theater. The head of Vassar’s Experimental Theater, William F. Rothwell, Jr., was inspiring, and he believed I was an excellent young character actress. My favorite role was when Rothwell cast me as 13-year-old Willie in This Property Is Condemned, and I remember walking barefoot on the stage, talking to myself and the audience about my deceased older sister. The role was a gift.

After graduating, I was cast in a couple of off-Broadway productions. But the craft of acting did not love me the way I loved it so I went back to school to write my Ph.D. dissertation on Off-Off Broadway theater, and subsequently taught theater at New York University and Hunter College. I became enamored of dramaturgy and cofounded Literary Managers and Dramaturgs of America (now Literary Managers and Dramaturgs of the Americas), and I helped to make live theater as Literary Manager at the George Street Playhouse in New Brunswick, New Jersey. I traveled the Eastern U.S. for the National Endowment for the Arts (NEA), doing site visits.

Eventually I found my true calling: writing and editing books about theater companies and theater artists, especially women. All of these vocations intensified my love for live theater.

When I go to the theater and watch a play or a musical, or simply listen to actors reading a play, I often experience a range of emotions roused by the script and the performances: love and anger; pity and sorrow; desire and pleasure. I learn about myself and I also learn about people who live in the world around me. When I see Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, I relive my own true love. Lorraine Hansberry’s A Raisin in the Sun, in 1959 the first play by a Black woman to be produced on Broadway, taught me about the hatred and fear that African Americans endure in America. For me, it was, and remains, a frightening, and enlightening, revelation.

I imagine that when theater began in the Western world—in ancient Greece—audiences watching the plays of Sophocles and Euripides, Aeschylus and Aristophanes, felt the same emotions and experienced the same kinds of awareness as we do today. Indeed, the mostly male audiences reportedly became so involved that sometimes, if they didn’t like what they saw and heard, they threw things at the stage. Women, unfortunately, were usually excluded from these performances in ancient Greece, from the audiences and as performers.

Live theater continued to grow and thrive in Europe and then in North and South America.

Theater, opera, and dance also came to life in the Far East. Opera emerged in China; Noh and Kyogen plays came about in Japan. Performances, which often merged music and song, dance and mime, sometimes continued for hours, and audiences stayed and watched, munched food, and talked about what they were seeing.

As the world has changed over the centuries, theater has evolved. Slavery was still rampant in America in the nineteenth century, but as the theater historian Oscar G. Brockett writes, in 1821 there arose in New York City the first known company of African American actors in the United States, performing at the African Grove, an outdoor tea garden, and eventually at an indoor theater. Along with Shakespeare’s plays, they performed what was perhaps the first known play written by a Black man in America: The Drama of King Shotaway.

Women also began to receive attention on America’s stages, and in 1840 Anna Cora Mowatt wrote what became a frequently produced comedy of manners: Fashion. As Joel Hirschhorn told Variety in 2008, “She defied male contempt for femme authors, a species Nathaniel Hawthorne defined at the time as a ‘damned mob of scribbling women.’”

During the 19th century, New York City became a theatrical center, with commercial theaters decorating Broadway, and early in the twentieth century Times Square became commercial theater’s most famous location, with a bevy of impressive stages.

But also in the early nineteenth century, here in the USA, the Little Theatre Movement brought to life intimate, independent theaters that in effect challenged Broadway’s commercial devotion and brought forth new playwrights, most notably Eugene O’Neill. Then, in the 1960s, nonprofit regional theaters, funded by the NEA, began to bloom throughout the United States. And as our country passed new laws recognizing and affirming the rights of women and people of color, more and more women and people of color wrote plays and saw them produced: playwrights like Constance Congdon and Eve Ensler, Pearl Cleage and Tina Howe, Lynn Nottage and Emily Mann, Migdalia Cruz and Beth Henley, Rukhsana Ahmad and Diana Son. And directors explored so-called “non-traditional” casting in classical plays.

The best plays often reflect the world we are living in. In December 2025, for instance, I saw Martyna Majok’s Queens at Manhattan Theatre Club (MTC). The title might suggest a play that extols women, and the play does do that. But the title actually refers to the borough of Queens in New York City, where a group of immigrant women are living together in a basement apartment. Majok wrote her play in 2018, but she revisited the script for the 2025 production, and we naturally connect the images and the characters and their situations to the issue of immigration that our current President has brought to the fore with calamitous and tragic consequences.

Our country is a country of immigrants, beginning with those who sailed to this land in the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. And people from practically every country in the world have moved here since. My own grandparents—my mother’s parents–came from Eastern Europe to Dorchester, Massachusetts, in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, and made relatively pleasant and successful lives for themselves there.

The undocumented women in Queens, who live together in an illegal dwelling, are Belarusian, Afghan, Honduran, Polish. The play particularly involves a young Ukrainian woman named Inna (played beautifully at MTC by Julia Lester). She has come to America looking for her mother, who abandoned Inna and came to America when Inna was a child. Indeed, as we watch the production and absorb the play, we realize that the women in Majok’s play have come to America because of the deprivation they faced in their lives in their original countries. But here in America they are striving to find safe, comforting, and sustaining existences.

The play and this production aroused in me what the best of live theater gives us. It stirs our emotions, awakens memories, and leads us to contemplate what the world around us is like. In the case of Queens, of course, I and many others in the audience could not help but connect the play’s content to how America’s current President and administration are treating immigrants: reviling them and deporting them.

Because live theater is such a penetrating and unique experience, those of us who have been following the news are especially disheartened by the threats to the National Endowment for the Arts (NEA), which significantly supports nonprofit theaters like MTC. As Nathan Pugh wrote so aptly in a Fall 2025 essay for American Theatre, “A political takeover of the arts is more than just symbolic; it’s indicative of a very real takeover of American thought and imagination.” Last spring, President Trump recommended eliminating the NEA in the 2026 Federal budget, and in May 2025, the NEA began slashing hundreds of grants that had already been awarded. Among other new reasons for slashing grants were rules against funding a theater company that promoted diversity, equity, and inclusion (DEI).

Anne Hamburger, Founder and Artistic Director of En Garde Arts in New York City, wrote to the En Garde Arts Community soon after the NEA revoked a $40,000 grant that En Garde Arts had previously been awarded:

“To say we’re disappointed is an understatement. En Garde Arts as an organization will survive. But our artists are at risk. As federal arts funding is slashed, the first to suffer are the bold, untested, and extraordinary new voices….En Garde Arts is launching a campaign to say clearly, loudly, and in no uncertain terms: Art is Not Expendable.”

The NEA was established by Congress in 1965, when Lyndon B. Johnson was President. In addition to Theater, the NEA supports Dance, Music, Visual Arts and Literary Arts and Media Arts, Folk & Traditional Arts, and Design.
President Johnson encouraged the House and the Senate to establish both the National Endowment for the Arts and the National Endowment for the Humanities. And when he signed the NEA into existence, sixty years ago on September 29, 1965, he said, “Art is a nation’s most precious heritage. For it is in our works of art that we reveal to ourselves, and to others, the inner vision which guides us as a nation. And where there is no vision, the people perish.”

The NEA has not been cancelled, but hundreds of grants and offers of grants to arts organizations have been. And on top of that the NEA’s future is uncertain.

Protecting live theater, along with the other arts that the NEA has supported, is urgent, and it begins, as it did with me, by loving theater, either as a regular member of the audience or as someone onstage or behind the scenes. The Los Angeles-based playwright Larissa Fasthorse put it beautifully in the Winter 2025 issue of American Theatre: “You wanna remember why you do theatre? Do a show full of audiences who have never been to theatre before. Hearing gasps and cheers at the magic of theatre—it’s incredible and addictive.”

Those are words I will remember as I go forth contemplating a lifetime of theater experiences I have enjoyed.

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ALEXIS GREENE is a writer and editor of numerous books about theater, including The Lion King: Pride Rock on Broadway, written with Julie Taymor (Disney Editions, 1998); Lucille Lortel: The Queen of Off Broadway (Limelight Editions, 2004); Emily Mann: Rebel Artist of the American Theater (Applause Books, 2019); and Shakespeare Theatre Company: The History of a Classical Theater (Peter E. Randall Publishers, 2025). In addition to writing books about theater, Greene’s career spans acting, theater criticism, and teaching (she holds a PhD from the Graduate Center of the City University of New York). She is a member of Biographers International Organization, PEN, the Authors Guild, and League of Professional Theatre Women. She is a client of the literary agency Philip Turner Book Productions. Born and raised in New York City, Greene lives there with her husband, Gordon Hough.

Short Story by M. G. Turner, “The Song of the World,” Published in The Seaboard Review of Books

I’m excited to share the word that a new short story by M. G. Turner, “The Song of the World,” is published today in The Seaboard Review of Books. The story is an imagined meditation on the life of Homer, the blind bard, traditionally considered author of The Iliad and The Odyssey. The Seaboard Review of Books is a terrific publication that runs well-written book reviews, and I’m glad to see they’re also starting to publish original fiction, as with this story by M. G., who as some readers of this blog will know, is my adult son and a client of Philip Turner Book Productions, my literary agency.

Also in a classical vein like “The Song of the World,” I want to add that M. G. is also the author of a chapbook Roman Visions: A Story Cycle, which in 2025 was reviewed in The Seaboard Review of Books by its publisher James Fisher. He wrote, “Roman Visions picks up where Virgil’s The Aeneid abruptly ends: that of Aeneas defeating his archenemy Turnus. What became of this famed warrior thereafter? Mr. Turner cleverly takes up the challenge by framing the discovery of “Book 13: The Sorrows of Aeneas” in a late history professor’s desk, not composed by Virgil, but by the professor himself, an expert in the Greek Classics.”

You’ll find “The Song of the World” linked to here. I hope you enjoy reading the story. More of M. G.’s writing can be found here on The Great Gray Bridge.