Molly's Musings

Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Two at Second Stage

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In the past couple months, I’ve seen two plays at the Second Stage Theater Company:   Mary Page Marlowe and Straight White Men .   Both w...
Saturday, April 21, 2018

Martin McDonagh in a Hanging Mood at the Atlantic Theater Company

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Hangmen made me thirsty, especially after the shock of the first scene.   I had read scenic designer Anna Fleischle ’s comments on the ...

Molly is Musing .... a 2018 update

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2018 has been a tough year for Molly so far.   January brought a death, as January is wont to do.   My eldest cousin — firstborn of my gen...
Sunday, March 4, 2018

What will we tell the Children?

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Last month, I saw the Friday night performance of the closing weekend of The Children at the Samuel J. Friedman Theatre, presented by the...
Monday, January 1, 2018

The Magic of Music at the Belasco

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Music is mysterious.  It pulls emotions out of us, it urges us to remember for good or ill, pleasure or pain.  It riles us up, it calms us ...
Saturday, December 16, 2017

A Seasonal Treat Until Epiphany

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Fiasco Theater is playing Shakespeare’s great comedy Twelfth Night at Classic Stage Company (136 East 13 th Street) until Saturday Januar...
Wednesday, December 6, 2017

An Enchanting Evening of Song and Dance at City Center

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Last Spring I bought tickets to a "City Center Encore” of Frederick Loewe and Alan Jay Lerner ’s Brigadoon . City Center typically do...
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I love books of all sorts, especially children’s books. I once worked in children’s books with no qualifications (academic) whatsoever. I learned to read on my mother’s lap, my father’s lap -- I could read long before I got to school, and have never lost the wonder, never lost the suspension of disbelief, never been literary enough to recognize the techniques that bring me to laughter or tears. I can memorize Shakespearean soliloquies on the subway, and be scared by Stephen King. The older I get, the less analysis I’m capable of, so I’ve reverted to my purely emotional, visceral responses. I no longer mind not being as smart as my best friend, ’cause I have my own brand of smarts. I don’t know if it’s good or bad, it just is what it is. I intend this to be about life. Which has a beginning and an end for each of us, without a discernible middle. We can never know when we’re in middle age because we don’t know when we’re going to die. So I have never been nor will I ever be middle aged. Right?
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