Life is cruel, all is vanity, the house always wins and the cosmic joke is on us. Everything in popular culture conspires to hide these truths from us because they’re a lousy way to make money. Occasionally, however, creative artists turn up to remind us of the facts, and they’re usually not American. Kafka. Nabokov. […]
Leslie Bridgers
Columnist
Leslie Bridgers is a columnist for the Portland Press Herald, writing about Maine culture, customs and the things we notice and wonder about in our everyday lives. Originally from Connecticut, Leslie came to Maine by way of Bowdoin College and never left. She joined the Portland Press Herald in 2011 as a reporter and spent seven years as the paper’s features editor, overseeing coverage of arts, entertainment and food.
Jam band Goose kicks off Thompson’s Point season with bright lights, good vibes
The concerts Tuesday and Wednesday night at the outdoor venue also revealed the upgrades the venue has gotten since last summer.
‘A Peace of Forest’ shows Maine at its most natural
The nature documentary premieres in Damariscotta on Sunday.
Society Notebook: Celebrating all that Westbrook has to offer
The first Westbrook Discovered Gala raised money for nonprofit Discover Downtown Westbrook.
The good and bad sides of Maine’s disappearing gay bar scene
A professor and a filmmaker set out to collect ‘Bar Stories From Queer Maine.’
Bestsellers: ‘How to Read a Book,’ ‘The Demon of Unrest’
The week’s top-selling fiction and nonfiction books at Nonesuch Books & More in South Portland.
Society Notebook: Olympic footage of Joan Benoit Samuelson gives Freeport eventgoers all the feels
The Maine Historical Society named the record-setting marathon runner this year’s Maine History Maker.
Consider the context, or don’t, in these 2 abstract art shows
See the work of Andrea Sulzer in Woolwich and Strauss Bourque-LaFrance at Dunes in Portland.
Deep Water: ‘Sun Shower,’ by Ken Olson
Maine poems edited and introduced by Megan Grumbling.
‘Tuesday’ is a dark flight of fancy
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before: The personification of death is not the grim reaper, nor a pale horseman, nor an Irish banshee, but a parrot. The parrot – all right, a macaw, if we’re being specific – can hear the voices of the dying and flies in to ease their pain, raising […]