Weekend Update (Friday Edition): Folleggiare
There were lots of empty seats at Alexei Volodin’s smashing recital at the Museum last night, and I don’t think that it had anything to do with a weak demand for tickets. Gotham has been down with a cold for a few weeks now — a cold or worse. What can I say? Maybe Bernie Madoff reduced everybody’s health reserves to zilch. That smirk of his was certainly bacillic.
Despite our own frailties, Kathleen and I did make it to the recital, but we were close to walking wounded. The week began weak; I couldn’t imagine how I’d get anything done. By yesterday afternoon, though — by seven o’clock, actually, just in time to head off to hear Mr Volodin — I’d written up the ideal number of new pages for Portico: four. I was so pleased, in fact, that the blessed event can’t possibly recur until summer. (I say that as a way of hexing it — a fertility charm.)
Today, I’ve got to be at the Tower East at ten, for Duplicity, and at the Museum two and a half hours later, for lunch with Ms NOLA and her parents, two of my most favorite people. Folleggiare di gioia in gioia…
The Week at Portico: A book at last: Michael Klein’s memoir of too many things to cram into a thumbnail (much less, you’d think, his short book!), Track Conditions. (Okay; there are horses.) This week’s movie is I Love You, Man, a delightful comedy about movie comedies. As for Legit, the night before last, we saw the most memorable one-man show ever, Humor Abuse — don’t bother reading about it; just buy some tickets. And of course this week’s Book Review review, which features an ever-so-slightly fishy cover review by Colm TóibÃn.