I have just seen one of the most real and the most depressing plays on Broadway. Wit, which stars Sex and the City's Cynthia Nixon, is a Pulitzer Prize-winning play about a demanding professor of 18th century poetry who is diagnosed with stage four cancer.
I wasn't convinced about seeing the show but I wasn't about to waste perfectly free tickets to a play no matter how dramatic and depressing it was. So I soldiered on and saw it with a co-worker who was dying to see it, pardon the pun.
Several times during the show, particularly when Dr. Vivian Bearing was nitpicking John Donne's poems to a group of teenagers, I felt myself rolling my eyes. One of the students was right, why does Donne have to make everything so complicated?
But of course, we were both wiping away tears by the time her college professor laid on the hospital bed with her and read her uncomplicated bunny tales of Beatrix Potter.
My goodness, I needed a chocolate cocktail after that. Mocha Love, anyone?
