The weather was mythical. Ninety-something degrees in Manhattan, with Canadian wildfire smoke painting the sky a hazy orange. It smelled like a barbecue of rotten onions; the air was a spritz of acid to the eyes. “Stay inside,” warned the weather app. The gods hath forsaken us, I thought on the opening night of “The […]

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