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November 15, 2008
A Non-Review
It was unseasonably warm in Brooklyn today, and I was seasonably bummed for no discernible reason. The cumulative effect of waking up on the wrong side of the bed over and over again for several hours, never actually managing to climb out of it until well into the afternoon, falling in and out of dreams that traipsed along the boundaries of personal fancy and prescient reality and, finally, finding oneself watching the gray skies out the window with nothing to breakfast on but wine and chocolate, resulted in an oppressive ennui with but a single salve: hit the city and go see Arnaud Depleschin's Un conte de Noël! For those two and a half messy, magical, delicately muscular hours the world was right again. I wish it had just kept going because when it was over I was ready to go back to bed again.
Posted by David Lowery at November 15, 2008 12:22 AM