February 24, 1996
I will miss Martin Bernheimer's criticism ("Times Critic Bernheimer to Leave After 30 Years," Feb. 15). He has frequently amused me, occasionally enraged me, often educated me . . . but never bored me. PHIL PETTY Newport Beach We are sorry that Martin Bernheimer is leaving The Times, but we realize that 30 years is a long time to be in such a demanding position. We have enjoyed his definitive reviews and commentaries (sometimes agreeing, and disagreeing at other times)
February 15, 1996 |
After more than 30 years of writing music and dance criticism for The Times, Martin Bernheimer is leaving to pursue other projects. Among his many distinctions, Bernheimer, 59, won a Pulitzer Prize for criticism in 1981, and he is a regular lecturer and quiz panelist on the Metropolitan Opera radio broadcasts. He has also taught criticism at USC, UCLA, Cal State Northridge and CalArts.
July 15, 1995
When a review of an American Independence Day Concert at the Hollywood Bowl ("Amber Waves Are Plain at the Bowl," Calendar, July 4) begins with a quote from Samuel Johnson that "patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel," it is clear that an attempt is being made by another writer to sneer at good, clean American fun. What a pity that Timothy Mangan, although he admits that "we had fun," felt compelled to try to out-Bernheimer Bernheimer....
March 5, 1995
Re Martin Bernheimer's "Nureyev Mania: The Afterlife" (Feb. 19): I highly reject Bernheimer's dismissive tone to an artist that was sent to us by the gods to do more than merely "entertain"--he elevated us! Yes, there were times when his work could make you sad, like when I saw him in Brussels, dancing in a stadium on a makeshift stage that made noise with his every jete, but even this was better than not seeing him at all. Yes, sad or not, he was his work . You can ask anyone who ever saw Nureyev--if the man possessed anything that wasn't for sale at Christie's auction house, it was magic . RON LINK West Hollywood
June 21, 1993
Regarding Pamela Waterman's Counterpunch, "A Reminder: It's the Music, Singing That Really Count" (June 14): All one has to do is peruse the review ("A Not-So-Fine Madness," June 1) to the section dealing with one's interest: music and singing or setting and history. (But remember that one may not hear or see the same performance as the one reviewed opening night.) If the music and singing were most important, then one could attend only concert performances or stay at home, listening to recordings.
October 26, 1992
I congratulate Bernheimer wholeheartedly for the valiant expose of Glass' latest operatic utterance. I am glad that his comments on Glass' moronic music accompanied me for breakfast yesterday. Just to check, once more, the gentleman's music, I bravely endured the three-hour somnolence that was hailed by many as a new masterpiece. What sad times these are indeed! When even the Met plays the mediocrity game, framed by the splendors provided by a $2-million production, the best thing to do is to abandon ship and retire to an elegant ivory tower, so as to protect the few levels of one's sanity still left intact.