So here it is at last, the distinguished thing: The Letter opens tomorrow night. The final dress rehearsal was as smooth as silk. The invited audience applauded wildly. Paul Moravec and I went home happy. Now it’s out of our hands.
If I have time, I’ll post and tweet throughout the weekend. If not…not. Meanwhile, here’s how all of us in Santa Fe are feeling today:
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UPDATE: Two details from last night that I forgot to share:
• My wife doesn’t impress easily, but I finally brought off the feat by speaking the following eight words: “Hilary, I’d like you to meet Tom Ford.”
• Mrs. T gave me the perfect present after the rehearsal–a vintage Givenchy tie that was previously owned by Virgil Thomson, the great composer-critic. (She knew him at the very end of his life.) This time I was impressed.
Terry Teachout on the arts in New York City
