Arts Théâtre du Castor
I’m off my Simone de Beauvoir kick for now — her letters to Sartre got a little depressing by the end — but I still read with interest this review of Transatlantic Liaison, the new play adaptation of her letters to Nelson Algren. Epistolary plays generally give me hives, but those letters display a screwy notion of the English idiom, and they could be strangely touching live.
The play sounds like it dabbles a little too freely in the facile opposition between feminist and lover, but I’d still see it, if only to hear someone ventriloquize the Beaver phrase “my beloved local youth.”
Could you really hate the adaptation of the Laclos? It's so stunningly worded in the French novel, and I really think Christopher Hampton's adaptation keeps the sharpness and spirit of the original.
Of course, Hampton is at least partially, if indirectly, complicit in that teen disaster Cruel Intentions, so I can see why you might be repulsed.