It’s crunch time on Broadway–new shows are now opening back to back–and crunch time for me as well, what with The Letter and Pops: A Life of Louis Armstrong making their way down the pipeline. The result of all this nonstop activity is that I’m in a more or less constant frenzy, against which my body rebelled last week. Like many respectable gentlemen of a certain age, I get kidney stones on occasion, and one of them took an untimely bow midway through the preview of Eugène Ionesco’s Exit the King that I reviewed in last Friday’s Wall Street Journal. Much to my surprise, I managed to pay attention to what I was seeing and write about it before going to bed, but I was knocked out for the next couple of days and had to cancel a trip to Washington as a result.
As always I jumped back on the horse–I saw Irena’s Vow, Happiness, Hair, and Reasons to Be Pretty this weekend–but for the moment I don’t have a whole lot of time or energy to spare, so forgive me if I post a bit irregularly this week. I shall return!
Terry Teachout on the arts in New York City
