Dusk. The present. The living room of an elegant apartment on Riverside Drive. The room is paneled, perhaps, or painted a dark lacquer red, filled with books, art, a large black grand piano — the piano of a musician. Downstage is a window overlooking the drive. There are piles of music, an ornate [...]
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When the great singer Marisse de Cavallo of the Opera Nationale suddenly realized, in the middle of a performance of Rigoletto, that her husband was not just preoccupied with business as he had said, but was having an affair with the young cellist from Argentina who sat in the second stand position, the high note [...]
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(Originally published in the April 1988 edition of Harpers Magazine.)
My mom tried to drive me off a bridge once. I’m not kidding. The Triborough Bridge. She was in a really bad mood – really bad. She was taking me to the airport so I could visit my dad in Paris. The whole thing was [...]
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Once in the magic city of Aponathyme there was a special boy named the Guardian of Colors. He kept all the colors for the city and kept them steadfastly from grey. Each one he kept separately in the drawer of a big chest. His was a job of great importance and great [...]
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I answer the door and there is RC in the hall with his bicycle. He wears jeans, a faded violet tee-shirt, a jean jacket and his helmet. The helmet seems well-chosen. We broke up only a few days ago — this time for real — and I’m still upset. He might need protective gear.
He [...]
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