“This evening celebrates the release of Wayne Koestenbaum’s new book of poetry, The Pink Trance Notebooks, published this October by Nightboat Books…. To mark the book’s publication, and to manifest the spirit of linguistic improvisation, Koestenbaum will perform piano miniatures (Scriabin, Chopin, Fauré, Milhaud, Poulenc) while incanting spontaneous Sprechstimme-style soliloquies.” [The Kitchen]
Coming as Peter Gelb did from the music industry, opera lovers hoped that he would display a more distinctive knack for casting and an improved talent pipeline than Joe Volpe offered during the waning years of his tenure. Read more »
So, just as an anchor posting for a return to discussion of Mawrdew Czgowchwz (to resume Wednesday morning), La Cieca offers a little trivia question for the cher public. No prizes for the winner, but your doyenne is sure that sheer competitiveness will inspire you as so often before. Read more »
So how about another angle on Mawrdew Czgowchwz? Since, at the end of the novel, the eponymous oltrano decides to take a brief hiatus from her métier of “musicry” to star in motion picture, how about we produce (in the boundless realm of imagination) a film based on the McCourt novel? Above, La Cieca’s nominee for the title role, Cate Blanchett. Your suggestions for further casting?
By popular demand (by which La Cieca means she is going to make this discussion happen if it kills half the free world), here’s the 2002 parterre box interview with Mawrdew Czgowchwz author James McCourt.
La Cieca is delighted to throw out the first ball or lift her baton or whatever it is one does to launch a discussion, which in this case is on the topic of that most quintessential of all opera novels, Mawrdew Czgowchwz—though she does insist on prefacing anything she says with the caveat that she’s never presided over a book club before, so she asks your indulgence as she continues so as not to disappoint her public.
La Cieca was thinking that what with all the reading ye cher public are doing at the beach (or, more likely, bars and steam rooms and museums or wherever you hole up) it might be an interesting experiment to convene a virtual (i.e., online) book discussion. Except, instead of Oprah’s Book Club, this will be Opera’s Book Club — get it?