Letters to Tuvia#253 Dreaming O’Neill (6-23-16)

Morning T,

Yesterday,  Lynn and I made sure that we had cappuccinos at lunch because we had  4 hours with only one intermission ahead for the complete, unabridged,  A Long Day’s Journey into Night by Eugene O’Neill.  Lynn was good, awake for the whole play.  Me, as you might guess couldn’t say the same. I needed just a small cat nap as we got comfortable when the lights out,just as we settled in with the Tyrone family.  It was Just a few minutes and I was in for the long haul until intermission at least. But once again I was overtaken by the first set of long, boozy monologues and I was out again, head bobbing up and down, side to side.    But I was happy to be back in the crazy world of drinking men and a drug addicted matriarch.  A superior cast led by Tony award-winning, Jessica Lange with a trio of males to die for:Gabriel Byrne, Michael Shannon and John Gallagher.  All first class. You might have liked this one.

But yes, the play is still too long, but I’m remembering that we saw Moon for the Misbegotten together, with Gabriel Byrne and Cherry Jones. My favorite of all and as much as I wanted to share that production with you, ghost of Jason Robards and Colleen Dewhurst got in my way. But as always whether you loved a play or didn’t you were game. You were there with me, to share what I loved.

It was fun to share the day with Lynn: two theater lovers, two dedicated teachers, two SUNY New Paltz student teacher supervisors, two widows.  We share it all.  On the way home, in the middle of bumper-to-bumper traffic on the West Side Highway, we swapped couple stories.  Both of us had men we cherished, sharing them now with tears.

As Lynn drove away and I walked up my stairs into my lovely but silent apartment I itched to grab the phone and share the day with you but  I had to wait until now.  In the early morning I pushed myself off the couch, into the shower and off to the Hudson for a walk.

That  walk was all  for you and for Eugene O’Neill.

.  Bravo, Tuvia Rosenberg.  Bravo, Eugene O’Neill.

Bonnie S.


One thought

  1. I saw about this play on the Tony Awards night, would love to have seen Jessica Lange. Wow! Once I sit very still I tend to nod a little too. But, happy you had a nice day with your dear friend, Bonnie.

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