Happiness is a gift and the trick is not to expect it, but to delight in it when it comes. NICHOLAS NICKLEBY Late as it is, I must mark the passing of Roger Rees. I visited him when I was working in New York last month; he was in hospital and on the last occasion, …
If something is not impossible, then there must be a way to do it. Sir Nicholas Winton (1909-2015) Soon after arriving home from New York I heard on the radio the news that Sir Nicholas Winton, the ‘British Schindler’, had died at the age of 106. Sir Nicholas is, in fact, one of the leading …
People imagined they heard the actions they saw. The gestures alone supplied the place of the sweetness of the voice, of the energy of speech, of the charms of poetry. Giovanni-Andrea Gallini A short film Kathleen and I made in New York, when I became an unofficial part of an installation by Parisian artist Philippe …
I’d like to see America but I’m afraid to risk it. As soon as I got over Mr. Frohman might request me to sit in a box at the performance of one of my plays. Sir Arthur Wing Pinero Daniel Frohman New York, New York and the Shubert Archive. This is what Kathleen introduced me …
As promised, pictures of the clapboard relic near my Upper East Side lodgings and two of its neighbours which also date back to the pre-Civil War era when they were probably surrounded by open fields. Tales of My Perfect Mind off-Broadway to follow in the coming days. Photos by EP
Yesterday we had our last London rehearsal before My Perfect Mind opens in New York next week. Our rehearsal venue in Shoreditch was next to the wondrous Geffrye Museum, which specializes in the history of the English domestic interior. The main body of the museum is set in Grade 1-listed almshouses built in 1714 by the …
The footsteps are obliterated now; the face of the country may be changed; but the pillar is still there, to remind me how all things were when it was reared. Anne Brontë, Agnes Grey I have been regarding relics, de-cluttering. I bethought myself that our daughter might want to keep the well-thumbed pack of Happy …
Out of this hulk of storm-tossed life he wrenches his own philosophic musings, and sings them as ever in the lyrical ecstasy of affirmation. He pieces together a romantic religion out of the bones of science, and reaches across pagan biology to make a god of life. He did it before … but never before …
Glenda Jackson and EP in Strange Interlude Thirty years ago today (5th May), Eugene O’Neill’s Strange Interlude closed on Broadway. The production had transferred from the Duke of York’s in London to the Nederlander Theatre on 41st Street (where Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf had its premiere in 1962, when the theatre was called the …
