Ralph Nader’s American Museum of Tort Law Opens Its Doors

“Quiet confusion was in the air around the entrance to the museum – ‘What the heck is a tort?’ a man whispered to his wife as they walked in. She wasn’t sure. … Tort law is essentially the law of personal injury, and the museum’s mission is to restore the idea that personal-injury law is not a way to line the pockets of a few lucky lawyers but rather a way to hold the powerful to account. (The most popular exhibit was dedicated to explaining the McDonald’s hot-coffee lawsuit.)”

Do Strong Female Leads Really Put Audiences Off? Ask Rosalind, Lady Bracknell, And Mama Rose

“Does Vicky Featherstone speak for us all when she says ‘we don’t know whether we’re very good yet at watching a female narrative’? Audiences who queued up for and gave standing ovations to Gillian Anderson’s Blanche in A Streetcar Named Desire, Imelda Staunton in Gypsy, or Kristin Scott Thomas’s Electra might disagree.”

World Ballet Day Is Here: 24 Hours Of Free Live Streaming On Oct. 1

“For the second year, five top ballet companies from around the world” – Australian Ballet, Bolshoi Ballet, Royal Ballet, National Ballet of Canada, and San Francisco Ballet (plus pre-recorded half-hour programs by Houston Ballet and Pacific Northwest Ballet) – “are joining for a day of free live streaming of their work, rehearsals, and performances.”

‘The Lady Gaga Of The 1920s’

“Eddie Redmayne is already being Oscar-tipped for his latest role in Tom Hooper’s biopic, The Danish Girl – the story of the painter Einar Wegener, who underwent the world’s first gender-reassignment operation to become Lili Elbe. But there was another woman behind Einar and Lili.”

Will They Or Won’t They? The Epistolary Not-Quite-Romance Of Eudora Welty And Ross MacDonald

“By the time they became acquainted, in 1970, both were well established in their fields – Welty in that nebulous genre called Southern literature, and Macdonald in hard-boiled detective fiction. … With the ice broken, Welty and Millar struck up an epistolary friendship that endured until his death in 1983, exchanging some 345 letters. … Can it come as any surprise, then, that these letters occasionally read like the prelude to a courtship?”