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Deborah Weisgall has written extensively about the arts-painting, music, performance-for the "New York Times", the "Atlantic Esquire", "Connoisseur", and "The New Yorker". Her first novel, "Still Point", was set in the world of ballet, and her family memoir, "A Joyful Noise", focused on the role of music-both operatic and cantorial-in her father's celebrated lineage. Weisgall lives with her husband and daughter in Lincoln, Massachusetts.

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The first things I published, not long after I graduated from college, were poems, in Poetry magazine and in The Atlantic Monthly, as it was called when its offices were on Arlington Street. Soon after that, while I was working, not very successfully, as some kind of primitive marketing and development person at Harvard’s brand new Office for the Arts, I submitted a list of topics to Harvard Magazine that I thought might generate interest in the college’s efforts to include the study of performance along with criticism and observation—painting, for instance, along with art history. John Bethel, the magazine’s legendary editor, asked me if I would write up one of those suggestions: a history of the performing arts at Harvard. I said no, I was writing poetry. He kept after me. I finally said I’d give it a try, thinking that it would turn out to be a kind of term paper. Thirty thousand words later, to my shock and surprise, John Bethel published the whole thing as a separate section, an insert, in the magazine. And I discovered that journalism was less lonesome than poetry.

I have written for many publications, including The Atlantic, Connoisseur, Fortune, The New Yorker, and, mostly, for the New York Times and mostly about high art and culture: profiles in the Times