Cher Public

Opera snooze

That much-anticipated and much-feared “exposé” about Peter Gelb and the Met? Almost completely rehash (whores in Tosca, the Ring set was noisy, those gazillion dollar poppies.) Of smoking guns there are none. Though it’s always fascinating to hear what the heir to the Piggly Wiggly fortune has to say about arts management. [New Yorker]