I am suddenly aware of the difference between my wife and me. Not that this hasnt occurred to me before. But I am suddenly aware, in a very new and unsettling way.
The Gate Theatre of Dublin brings Waiting for Godot to NYUs Skirball Center October 2428, capping New Yorks sparse celebration of Samuel Becketts centenary.
The man looks at the audience. The man stares. The man talks to the audience with the house lights up. In an hours time with this man, you will be changed, and think about theater quite differently than ever before.
The guy in the cubicle next to yours is part of your mental landscape. Over the past year, youve learned about his significant other, his tiger cats, his voyages.