My review of Richard Foreman’s newest mind attack, Idiot Savant, is up. This delirious banquet of multisensory disruption stars the marvelous Willem Dafoe, Alenka Kraigher and slinky Foreman vet Elina Löwensohn, and it’s rumored to be the great writer-director-designer’s final play. We shall see if it’s just another of his periodic mock exits from the public stage. (Quick note about this production, which is markedly different from Foreman’s last three at the Ontological: Yes, it’s headlined by the well-known Dafoe, but it’s not like Foreman is unused to working with trained and distinguished actors. However, you wouldn’t know that if you only read the New York Times review. Blogger Isaac Butler offers a corrective post.) In other linkage news, Helen Shaw spied on an Idiot Savant rehearsal last month. And, if you want to get to know the homemaker behind the madness, check out TONY’s exclusive tour of Foreman’s jaw-dropping two-bedroom loft on Wooster Street. Enjoy the pictures of his insanely sprawling collection of books and other handmade ephemera—with commentary from the man himself. I’ve been to Dr. Foreman’s cabinet of wonders a couple of times—once, as an actor, for an audition, and later to interview him for a documentary. It is indeed a bibliophile’s paradise, and Foreman is a wonderful host. No, he won’t regale you with cookies and tea, but he’s a perfect gentleman and might even lend you a tome.