In Shelley Berman’s closet, a dozen $325 suits hang in a row, the right sleeve of each bent at the elbow, recalling a cocked arm holding a telephone. Short of a medieval armorer, no tailor could ...

and you plunge, and it’s a passionate kiss, and it’s off center, and you wind up with the tip of her nose in the corner of your mouth,” Shelley Berman’s humor is all composed of life’s ...