Mrs. T is still shaking off the bug that bit her two weeks ago, so I’m going to Chicago alone (sorry that I can’t take you!) tomorrow morning. Our Girl and I will be catching two shows on Sunday, Chicago Shakespeare’s production of Stephen Sondheim’s Passion and Strawdog Theatre Company’s production of Brian Friel’s Aristocrats. I’ll be flying back to New York on Monday, then departing for Minneapolis et ux the following afternoon to see yet another Friel play, The Home Place, which is receiving its American premiere at the Guthrie Theatre. From there Hilary and I fly to St. Louis and drive to Smalltown, U.S.A., to give my mother a first-hand account of the Big Event. Then back to New York, then off to Washington, D.C. I forget what happens after that….
You get the message, right? The joint is jumping. Yes, I’m packing my iBook, and I plan to blog as often as I can, but I’ve also got to hit a string of deadlines while I’m on the road, so kindly expect no miracles. As always, OGIC and CAAF will do their thing in my absence.
More anon.
Terry Teachout on the arts in New York City
