Archive for December, 2014

What Fourth Wall?

So we went to see a one-man performance of ‘A Christmas Carol’.

Despite the unfortunate description that makes you think it’s doomed to failure, remembering the hilarious, dreadful one-man Hamlet that Kevin Kline is obsessed with staging in Soapdish (yes, I AM old), it was awesome.

The actor starts by explaining that Dickens did these sorts of performances, and invited the audience to feel comfortable responding if something moved them.

Me (in my head):  Uh-oh.

Because Mark doesn’t exactly need encouragement in this area…

But all went well (enough) until the very end.  Mark quailed at the ghosts, hissed when Scrooge said that the poor ought to  die and reduce the surplus population (along with everyone else–the actor was particularly excellent at this moment, shockingly matter of fact and calm), and mourned Tiny Tim.

And then there was the end.  Bob Cratchit comes in 15 minutes late, Scrooge starts chastising him, and Mark can’t tell he’s teasing.

Bob:  “I’m sorry, Mr. Scrooge. It’s only once a year.”

Scrooge:  “I’m not going to put up with this any longer.”

Mark:  “I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!  AFTER ALL THAT, YOU’RE STILL GOING TO BE MEAN TO HIM??”

Scrooge:  “So I’m going to double your salary.”

Mark:  “OH!  Oh.  That’s okay then.”

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A Mark of Sophistication and Ennui

So I was picking Mark up from school yesterday…

Me:  “I talked to your Dad this morning.  He’s in New Zealand.  It was 11 AM Monday–for me–when he called.  But where HE was, it was 5 AM Tuesday.  Isn’t that weird?  Your dad called FROM THE FUTURE.”

Mark:  “Whatev.”

Me:  “Really?  That doesn’t seem at all odd to you?”

Mark (sighing):  “I’ve seen stuff, Mom.  A lot of stuff.  On TV.  Paradoxes.  Paradoxes WITHIN paradoxes.  Calling from the future?”  (Dismissive snort)  “NOT a big deal.”

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