Marilyn Monroe bonded with photographer Lawrence Schiller on the set of Let’s Make Love, during his three-day shoot for Look magazine in 1960. Their close connection was sealed two years later on the set of her last, unfinished film, Something’s Gotta Give, when she discovered he was Jewish.
Yefim Bronfman is a heavyweight virtuoso: a force of nature, whose fame has spread beyond musical circles. He even makes an appearance in Philip Roth’s The Human Stain, with the author describing him as “Bronfman the Brontosaur” and “Mr Fortissimo”.
It is not that often that the Western Wall is the focus of attention for celebrity magazines. But it was recently when actor David Arquette was in Israel and, upon visiting the Wall, decided to have the barmitzvah that he never had as a youngster, and to have it there.
Shmuley Boteach has never been what you might call shy. The man, whom others have described as a shameless self-publicist, would characterise himself slightly differently, as a shameless publicist for Jewish values — if he happens to become famous himself in the process, this merely means he is doing that job properly.
I am enthusiastically ushered onto the “Javelin Train” at St Pancras and I’m not even asked for a ticket. I marvel at the friendliness and efficiency of this part of the Olympic journey. A mere five minutes in a tunnel and I’m cast out into the dazzling Olympic light, heading for the bright Olympic Park, shining in the distance like an Olympic Disneyland.
The Aldeburgh Festival, based in Benjamin Britten’s home town on the Suffolk coast, is an annual highlight of the UK’s classical music calendar. Less attention, though, is generally focused on the year-round activities that take place at its Snape Maltings concert hall and the surrounding complex of studios.