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April 8, 2008

TT: Saith the preacher

I hope I'm not any more vain than I need to be in order to get through the day, but I won't deny that I find it encouraging to know that some people not only read my theater reviews but act on them. This posting, for instance, pleased me immensely. The author read what I wrote about the Acting Company, took her daughter to see their touring production of Moby-Dick Rehearsed, and enjoyed it immensely. Even better, so did her daughter.

It also pleases me to see my name in front of a Broadway theater. A blogfriend recently sent me a snapshot of the Gypsy marquee, beneath which hangs a sign on which my name and enthusiastic words can be seen by passers-by. Did it tickle me? You bet.

Broadway%20NYC.jpgThat, however, is mostly vanity, albeit of an innocent kind. Of course I like seeing my name in lights on Broadway, but I think I'm realistic about what it means, to me as well as others:

The kick I get out of seeing my name under a marquee is not to be confused--nor do I ever confuse it--with the justifiable pride a playwright or actor or director or producer takes in his work. It's simply the forgivable (I hope) vanity of a small-town boy turned big-city critic who never imagined that such things would happen to him, and it's a far cry from the vulturine posings of, say, Addison DeWitt.

I've lived in New York for twenty-three years, and I have yet to start feeling blasé about it. Nor do most of the New Yorkers I like best. As I wrote on the day this blog was launched in 2003, "I hear there are places to live that are almost as much fun as New York City, but I wouldn't know--I live here, and I'm not going anywhere."

The friend who sent me the snapshot of the Gypsy marquee moved here last year, and after we saw South Pacific together a couple of weeks ago, she told me that none of the excitement she felt on her arrival in Manhattan had diminished in the slightest.

May she always feel that way--and me, too.

Posted April 8, 2008 12:00 AM

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