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’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.
I would love to see this…
Hi, 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.
Funny you mentioned this today, Sheila. I was just about to post about it on my blog — for your sake!
I must know- did you get the tix?
Did you dance a jig?
Did you grovel in the dirt?
Didja?