The world can be divided, I think, into two camps: those who like to play games and those who do not. I plant myself firmly in the former group. I love charades, Bananagrams, and Paperback, in which players are prompted to guess the first line of a book based solely on the cover. I love a bet, a joke, a test. I’m a quietly competitive person. Though I’m a terrible singer, I love karaoke, like most Filipinos. This forty-second newsletter, covering the art in the March 12 and March 26 issues, is brought to you from my dedicated charades night. I have a group of friends who’ve met regularly for the past fifteen years to share home-cooked suppers and play games together. In these horrifying times we carve out a few hours every month or so for some existential relief, laughing so hard we need to either pee or curl up on the floor. At this point, our bar for clues is high. “Gone with the Wind” is child’s play.…