Despite its cartoonish title, this new play, written by and starring Rain Pryor, daughter of Richard, and reviewed in today’s NY Times, sounds pretty wonderful. Ms. Pryor, according to the reviewer, describes her upbringing by an unnamed Jewish mother and a famous father, and it seems that a high point of the performance is her spot on imitation of her dad. A hero of mine, her father, so I hope to see this. One. Of. These. Days.
Meanwhile, in this mesmerizing rain, I am struggling to establish focus to write a grant regarding Japan, an article on Thailand, acknowledgements for my book on chefs, and the invasion plan the troops need to conquer Argentina. It is a busy morning.
Plus: Tonight is the big Ascension Day festivities! Who could forget that? Here it means the Mary Goes To Heaven cake, the parade in the park, and a repast at midnight of pasta shaped like doves which symbolize Her Ascent To Heaven.
As if all that wasn’t enough, today would have been Julia Child’s 100th birthday. Funny how she is still celebrated in Boston. Funny for a couple of reasons. For one thing, she was notorious for being rather critical of the city’s chefs: Yes, she would go into the kitchens and talk to the cooks, but she also was known to call the chefs and tell them that they were using inferior ingredients–the best example being a chicken story. For another thing, she was, despite her abstract liberalism, racially and economically blindsided by her classy life–the best example being that she opposed a daycare center that wanted to open in her neighborhood. The center population was to have been 90% African-American. This took place in 1984 when an application for a license to open a day care center near her home was submitted to city officials. Word got out and Julia signed a petition opposing the center. The ostensible reason was that there would have been too much traffic, but when other businesses, chiefly serving whites, had opened near her, there was not a peep.
Maybe if she had eaten more fried chicken and latkes, Julia would have had a differing point of view.