The first night, I brought my agent & my editor along. It was easier to get lost, which was fabulous. The space is sprawling in comparison to the abandoned school from Brookline, which made it more of a maze. This production is similar to the Brookline one but different at the same time. They recently extended their run through the end of April, and I’m keeping my crossables crossed that they’ll end up going through May when I’ll be back down there, because I would go again in a heartbeat. It is immersive Shakespearean Hitchcockian wonderment and if you are in New York or able to get there, stop reading and go get tickets. I went four times when they did it up here in Brookline in Fall ’09-Winter ’10.

(Twice was not enough, either.)įor those of you new to the blog: I am completely, utterly obsessed with Sleep No More. Because I knew as soon as they announced the NYC run that once would not be enough. Last week we went down to NYC for a couple of days. Okay, adventure recount time, finally! Only about a week overdue. I’m moving to Boston in July so that is taking a lot of time and energy, my apologies if blog posts and email responses and such fall a bit lower on the priority list, I am trying my best to keep up, thank you for your patience. It likely says something about me or my week that I did not find that surprising or strange.Īnd now I’ve been back in Massachusetts for a while and I’m slowly getting caught up with everything. And then there were zombies at South Station when my train home got in and I had to wheel my suitcase around pools of hopefully fake blood. I really had a marvelous week, surreal and wonder-filled. It was a fun view at night, though, all glimmery and never still. Though you never know.Īlso, this is what happens when you try to take a photo of a lapin in your hotel window at night, it turns all Times Square Apocalypse on your poor bunny: It was a wonderful last moment in case I don’t go back for an eighth visit. This was also the first time I was ever escorted from the space after the end, gently guided back to the bar to have my mask removed for me. And really, if this was my last time I’m okay with that, it was dark and familiar and new and strange and it’s not just every night that a man in a tuxedo locks you in a room and sits you in a chair and kneels down and lays a sword across your lap and then reads you bible verses. For the record, that’s 4 times for the Brookline run and 3 in NYC. There’s very beautiful art tucked in hallways, too, it was like getting to do a bit of museuming which I have sadly lacked in my last few trips to NYC.

cummings’ typewriter and Virginia Woolf’s walking stick. They have a fabulous centennial display with all manner of writerly wonderments, e.e. Visited the New York Public Library, I had walked by many times and said hello to the lions but I hadn’t been inside. (True confession: had my very first chocolate mouse on this trip. Also there was sushi and cookies and lots of coffee. The pretzel-crusted crab cake is swoon-worthy. Also went to David Burke Townhouse which was marvelous and I only wish I’d been able to eat more, because those plates were not so small. I love food on small plates, it enables so much more tasting of things. My favorite might have been this tiny little South African Wine Bar that my wonderful NYC-dwelling sister put on a list of recommendations for me. Other things I did in NYC that did not involve official BEA responsibilities: Still have Bei Mir Bist Du Schoen playing around the back of my mind. Still brain-fuzzy and tired but getting better. I’ll post a picture of the scarf I’ve been working on for ages when it’s finished, which could still be a while. Now I’m trying my best to get back up to 100% healthy (I’m probably at 90% right now) and reading an advance copy of Kate Atkinson’s upcoming Life After Life which is absolutely marvelous so far, though I’m only about a third of the way through.Īlso I’ve been knitting since my congested brain hasn’t been up for much. And the jazz age attire required rule made everything a bit more surreal in a delicious time-warp way.

There was lovely music and champagne and dancing, of course, and during the Sleep No More portion of the evening I did indeed manage to see things I’d never seen in all my previous visits. I drank a lot of things that involved ginger and honey and whiskey.īefore I succumbed to the Head Cold That Ate Tokyo, I did spend a wondrously lovely evening at The McKittrick Hotel’s Valentine’s Dance. It’s mostly gone, down to a lingering cough, but I spent most of the last week preoccupied with being good and thoroughly ill, which was not so fun.

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