I had heard Didion was turning her tremendously painful and remarkable book about her husband's death into a one-woman show. An odd thing - hard to imagine - and horrible to know that since the publication of that memoir - Didion's daughter Quintana, a woman in her 30s, also passed away. Just horrifying. The crucible of loss. Unbelievable. Didion threw herself into working the book into a play ... the writer's survival technique, I suppose ... And now I am beside myself with excitement.
I must see this. It opens in March. I will lie in the dirt by the side of the road if that will get me a ticket. I will grovel. I will dance a jig. Whatever I must do. Good GOD. I've never seen Redgrave live before, either ... I tried to see her in Long Day's Journey - and I kept going to the theatre the morning of - to see if I could get tickets - but then she kept taking time off to take care of her sister, who was quite ill at the time ... and I didn't want to see it without Redgrave. I have heard about what it is like to see her in person. Enough with the second-hand news. I must experience it myself.
Posted by sheila | TrackBackI would love to see this...
Posted by: Jayne at February 8, 2007 1:19 PMHi, I mostly lurk here. I really enjoy your writing (although I am not a Rocky fan, alas).
And I have two tickets to this very show that I would really like to sell. I was about to list them on Craigslist, but I didn't bring them to work today and couldn't remember how much I paid for them. But, if you would like to buy two orchestra tickets for Saturday night, March 10, for face value, I would be more than happy to provide.
Posted by: Pip at February 8, 2007 4:00 PMFunny you mentioned this today, Sheila. I was just about to post about it on my blog -- for your sake!
Posted by: tracey at February 8, 2007 4:10 PMI must know- did you get the tix?
Did you dance a jig?
Did you grovel in the dirt?
Didja?