I’m taking a couple of days off from the blog, the theater, New York, and life itself. (Regular readers won’t need to be told why!) The usual theater-related postings and daily almanac entries will, needless to say, continue uninterrupted, and I’ve also rolled over the Top Five and “Out of the Past” modules of the right-hand column for your delectation. I’ll also post the weekly “Snapshot” video on Wednesday. Otherwise, I’m elsewhere.
See you a little later in the week.
Archives for 2011
TT: Almanac
“‘I doubt she’ll want to spend no time in San Antonio,’ Augustus said. ‘That’s where she was before she came here, and women don’t like to go backwards. Most women will never back up an inch their whole lives.'”
Larry McMurtry, Lonesome Dove
CD
Miss Peggy Lee (Capitol, four CDs). One of the three or four top names on the short list of great pop-jazz singers, Peggy Lee was exceedingly well served by this 1998 retrospective of 113 tracks recorded for Capitol in the Forties, Fifties, and Sixties. All the hits are here, including “Fever” and “Is That All There Is,” plus a sizable helping of her own excellent songs. The liner notes are by Gene Lees, who knew Lee and understood her. The discographical information is sketchy, but you can find out everything you want to know here. If you’re planning a road trip, pack this set (TT).
BOOK
James Agate, The Selective Ego. You don’t have to be an intellectual to be a great diarist, and Agate, the debt-ridden, spectacularly self-involved drama critic of the London Sunday Times from 1923 until his death in 1947, wrote about the printable parts of his life with careful evasion (he was a brothel-loving homosexual given to masochistic practices of the grossest sort) and colossal panache. This compact selection of entries from Ego, the nine-volume series of diaries that Agate published in the Thirties and Forties, is a superlative bedside book, hugely amusing and easily readable in random snatches (TT).
GALLERY
Wolf Kahn: Color and Consequence (Ameringer McEnery Yohe, 525 W. 22, up through July 16). New paintings by an underappreciated modern master, a Hans Hofmann pupil who renders the American landscape in high-key colors that recall the luminous palette of Pierre Bonnard. The result is a deeply personal style in which abstraction and representation are so closely intertwined that they can’t be teased apart (TT).
NOVEL
Richard Stark, Butcher’s Moon (University of Chicago, $15 paper). The best of Donald Westlake’s pseudonymous thrillers about Parker, the toughest burglar who ever lived, in which he goes up against an entire big-city crime syndicate–with a little help from a lot of friends. Out of print for years and years, Butcher’s Moon is the ultimate Parker novel, best read as an installment in the series as a whole but comprehensible and wholly satisfying on its own (TT).
CD
The Essential Rosanne Cash (Sony Legacy, two CDs). Thirty-six tracks from one of America’s most creative singer-songwriters, chosen by Cash herself. An ideal one-stop introduction to her work, especially when heard in tandem with Composed, Cash’s 2010 memoir (TT).
PLAY
Play Dead (Players Theatre, 115 MacDougal, closes July 24). Teller’s wonderfully creepy off-Broadway theatrical spook show has posted its closing notice, so if you haven’t seen it yet, go while you still can. The illusions are spectacular, the humor delicious. Two pieces of advice: (1) If asked to go onstage, say yes. (2) Wait until after the show to eat dinner (TT).