Tearing down the theater

We've been getting ready to leave since the curtain fell, dusting off wigs and make-up jars, smoothing the crumpled scripts of last year's plays, packing up photographs of Mason and Redgrave. It's goodbye to the understudy and the star and the boy who counts the props, goodbye to the janitor's hello and the front-row seat that always collapsed in the middle of Act Three. Each of us guards the name of a cousin who once met Ionesco, or the telephone number of someone who moved to Holly- wood, or the address of the Italian producer who swore we were lovely. The doors are closing. Some of us linger, waiting to ask the demolition crew for directions to a theater that will last as long as we do.

About these ads
Sponsored Content by LockerDome

We want to hear, did we miss an angle we should have covered? Should we come back to this topic? Or just give us a rating for this story. We want to hear from you.

Loading...

Loading...

Loading...

Save for later

Save
Cancel

Saved ( of items)

This item has been saved to read later from any device.
Access saved items through your user name at the top of the page.

View Saved Items

OK

Failed to save

You reached the limit of 20 saved items.
Please visit following link to manage you saved items.

View Saved Items

OK

Failed to save

You have already saved this item.

View Saved Items

OK