October 14, 2009

Back stiff and sore, the thicket’s revenge for my onslaught. Head aching, payment for slamming down too much Bailey’s on ice when I was finally off that interminable black road last night. Route 40 is a monster of construction, which begins at one end just as traffic is beginning to move around completion at the other. The otherworldy darkness of that stretch of road is inexplicable. The end of these trying peregrinations is rehearsal. What I have seen, but for A, is pretty dull. Claudius is not dull, but, to add to my welter of metaphors for him, he delivers his lines like a ballplayer being interviewed in the locker room after a victory, all “up” and cliche and thoughtless gush. This king is not a villain, but a lout. A was in New York over the weekend and came back with a photo of himself with Broadway’s current Hamlet, Jude Law. Steve had arranged a backstage meeting, and Adam was still treading cloud over it. Law is a kind and generous man, to A anyway. and I hope this is remembered when people speak of him.