Braved the millions of prom kids and wedding parties in the Quarter tonight--you couldn't walk down the street without having to dodge a limousine or a girl in a satin gown--to see Mirrors of Chartres Street: Faulkner in New Orleans/New Orleans in Faulkner.
An old friend, Rob Florence--historian, playwright, cemetery tour leader, and about 80 other things--had adapted the vignettes that Faulkner had written during his stay in the Vieux Carré into one cohesive narrative. It consisted of Faulkner's notes to his mother, along with recitation of his newspaper character sketches of beggars, longshoremen, sailors, grifters, and other denizens of the Quarter who still exist today. Ryan Reineke, as William Faulkner, carried off the 90-minute one-man show with no small amount of panache. The director was Perry Martin, who seems to be directing everything in New Orleans these days.
Playwright Rob Florence and his Faulkner, Ryan Reineke.
People usually get caught up in panels and parties at the Festival, so it was nice to see Le Petit Théâtre packed on a Saturday night. Rob said he's going to keep revising the show, and I think it'll get an even wider audience. I don't know how he's going to squeeze that name on a marquee, though.
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