Once upon a time there was a critic named Martin Bernheimer. He would be banned in Boston and hopefully in San Diego.
I saw Pavarotti last Thursday and it was the most wonderful evening I’ve spent in ages. Mr. Pavarotti’s voice is superb, his manners charming and his personality perfect.
Mr. Bernheimer is a bore. But from now on I’ll read his column so that I will know who I should see in the future.
Or, perhaps Mr. B wasn’t invited to the after-concert party and is angry.