Good news: the written word thrives downtown. The brainchild of Doctor Amanda Foreman, the author of historical works like Georgiana: Duchess of Devonshire, "House of Speakeasy" was founded to keep writers visible, engaged with audiences, and earning money for their craft. At a sold-out salon at City Winery on Monday night, the first of a series, some writers who do, also showed another side of their chops as performers: moderated by humorist Andy Borowitz, authors Adam Gopnik (The Table Comes First: Family, France, and the Meaning of Food), Susan Orlean (The Orchid Thief), Simon Winchester (The Men Who United the States), and songwriter Dar Williams sang--in other words, working writers at The New Yorker magazine and other venues-- who also earn a living--told stories on the theme of "plays with matches."
Wit, particularly in the form of irony, has not died. Gopnik told a tale of addressing a crowd on the topic of "pluralism and the individual," whatever that means, understanding finally that all such speeches are really variations on that subject. Orlean recounted her observations upon first moving to New York, on the city's proliferation of Papaya Kings. Winchester's piece was about working in a morgue, the perfectly explosive accompaniment to the evening's comfort dinner: chicken on mashed potato.
The four hundred or so guests included Dick Cavett, Steve Croft, Barbara Goldsmith, Kurt Andersen, Marina Rust, and Salman Rushdie who picked up a prize for knowing three famous but not obvious passages from world literature--from Mary Shelley, Robert Frost, and Herman Melville-- read to this erudite group by Uma Thurman. His prize: books by the entertaining authors. In something of a summation and echo of his talk, Adam Gopnik said he did not know what he was getting himself into. He just showed up and to his surprise, "It was a big deal. Everyone was there."
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