I went to see a play–THE STONE by Abromowitz. I must say, I really loved it–and Lars Helbig especially, in the role of the doctor. That whole day I thought about the play. And then the next night, I had dinner with Joan. She’d seen the play the week before and had found it sentimental, and Helbig’s acting she’d found very broad. When she said those things, the performance that was sitting in my memory was poisoned. It died. Every moment of it died on contact with her words–every moment’s hopeful little face turned purple and died. In the days that followed, it was painful to revisit what had become of the memory I’d had. Finally I emptied the whole evening out of my mind like trash. – Wallace Shawn, THE DESIGNATED MOURNER, quoted in this 2001 essay about internalized criticism by Todd London
Posted on: Wed, 10 Sep 2014 20:00:02 +0000
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