Busy as always, I’m off to Washington this morning to attend a meeting of the National Council on the Arts. On Friday afternoon I’ll be lunching at the U.S. Supreme Court, where the National Endowment for the Arts and Justices Scalia, Kennedy, and Ginsburg are throwing a lunchtime bash for Leontyne Price, Carlisle Floyd, Richard Gaddes, and James Levine, the first recipients of the new NEA Opera Honors.
Well-informed readers will recall that Gaddes retired the other day from the Santa Fe Opera, where one of his last duties was to commission Paul Moravec and me to write The Letter. I had nothing whatsoever to do with Gaddes’ receiving an NEA Opera Honor–the NEA is exceedingly fussy about conflicts of interest, real or perceived–but it goes without saying that I’m glad he’s getting it, and I’ll be saying a few words to that effect on Friday.
You know the rest. I’ll blog when I can. See you around.
Archives for October 29, 2008
CAAF: Morning coffee
• There was no more sleep for me that night, and I was thankful when daylight came. Another story to print and read in a sunlit place, Edith Wharton’s “The Lady’s Maid’s Bell.”
(Previous Halloween installments: Elizabeth Bowen’s “The Demon Lover” and Kelly Link’s “The Specialist’s Hat.”)
• This catalog of haunted libraries in the Northeast makes a good companion to the Wharton. The case of the ghost who habituates the U.S. Capital Building Rotunda (former near neighbor to the Library of Congress) is particularly poignant. He’s said to be the ghost of a librarian who is looking for “$6,000 he stashed in the pages of some obscure volumes.” The library of course has long since been moved, the money found and (one assumes) dispersed … and still the poor guy wanders. One wonders, Can no one tell him? Can’t a collection be taken up? And what exactly were the titles of those obscure volumes? I picture the librarian alive and stalking through the stacks all, “Population Fluctuations on the Lapsang Peninsula (1812-1843)? Ain’t no one looking in there.” (Via Maud.)