Katori Hall's The Mountaintop was the surprise winner of best new play when this year's Laurence Olivier awards were handed out tonight.Hall, from Memphis, Tennessee, was inspired to write her play – an imagined account of Martin Luther King's last evening before his 1968 assassination – by a family story about her mother. It was spotted by James Dacre, son of Daily Mail editor Paul Dacre, who directed its world premiere at the 65-seat Theatre503, above a pub in Battersea.
Which is, well, just cool as crap. Mostly because Katori is awesome. I'm looking forward to seeing the show when it comes to New York.
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I heard this exchange in a
New York subway, only in NYC!!!
Two guys were at it. It all started like this:
"I got it, dude ! you're telling me that in New York anything can happen. I've been here since time immemorial, but you need to shut up! I've seen it with my own eyes. People who sit by the fountains and pretend to feed the fish, steal their money instead. I have seen that, more than just once, okay? And who are you? I mean, whoareya? Don't try to outsmart me or second-guess me, pal; 'cause you don't know me. And what do you mean by 'I have an attitude?' You are the one with the attitude, not me."
That was a typical New York bipolar, neurotic urban argument and that, in lieu of conversation. Take no prisoners, that's right. And everybody wants to be King of the Hill; but if you ask them any one single personal question, they will claim you're disrespecting.
And the brand new NY implants (read newbies) keep on coming, seeking glory in recognition, fame or fortune. But don't try to look for their backbone, 'cause you won't find it.
Yeah, they'd listen to a NYC inspired song and they will become instant, well... newyorkers. And they will tell you so, first chance they get. Tell me that ain't a good example of vicarious living.
I believe deep in my heart that all these migrant people who are here today lost, or are about to lose, their "from the cradle" cozy innocence. Of course that's not saying that they wouldn't have lost it in some other place anyway. But here, their metamorphosis is brutal. Going back to whatever tiny life they had back in their WoodsVille bear-eating salmon cocooned small Americana town is absolutely not a choice. So they stick, grind and stay.
For that, I feel they do deserve merit.
Most intelligent folks realize that NY is a living oxymoron. And a monster at that.
There are as many contradictions here as there are those famous NY cockroaches.
Take the Puerto Ricans, for example. We all know what the deal is with them, blah blah blah; however, it turns out funny, because when they celebrate a very popular freedom event, like the PR parade, there are political connotations in every proud gesture, as there are in every word they say. "Viva Puerto Rico!!! and Viva my islita!!!" is always their chant, but how can we understand the amazing fact that, even when they fought for no statehood,-- but a sweet and solid associated state deal instead-- they ended up getting more benefits than a regular and hard working American Joe???
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I don't know who you are, or how you found this blog or post, but, at the end of your mini-rant, you're edging into some unpleasant rhetoric. It's not welcome here.
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