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Lawrence Wright’s The Looming Tower, which received a Pulitzer Prize in the general non-fiction category this year, is without a doubt the outstanding work of many which have attempted an inside portrait of the processes driving Al Qaeda and similar terrorist movements in the Muslim world. And Wright’s one-man play, My Trip to al-Qaeda, is potentially even more brilliant than the book. I saw it in February and found it to be a transformative experience.
Even if you follow events in the Middle East with some care, this play is likely to move you to deeper understanding of the problems we face. Wright’s play was sold out virtually every night through its Bleecker Street run, and now it will show for two evenings, June 5 and 6, at Town Hall. Tickets are available online.
More from Scott Horton:
Six Questions — October 18, 2014, 8:00 pm
Nathaniel Raymond on CIA interrogation techniques.
Mark Denbeaux on the NCIS cover-up of three “suicides” at Guantánamo Bay Detention Camp
Number of African countries with vaccination rates higher than that of the United States:
Iowa urologists reported that only a minor portion of locker-room teasing arises from “the presence of excess foreskin”; most teasing targets small penises.
A farmer in Surrey, England, was ordered by the Reigate and Banstead Borough Council to tear down his cannon-equipped castle, which he had built secretly and then concealed behind hay bales.
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“Shelby is waiting for something. He himself does not know what it is. When it comes he will either go back into the world from which he came, or sink out of sight in the morass of alcoholism or despair that has engulfed other vagrants.”