Lear to Bed. . .

—From EF— Today we put King Lear to bed and gave his crown to the ocean. We’ve lived with him for more than five years, having started thinking about doing this production while we were writing Galahad’s Fool. In that novel, a puppeteer is confronting making new work...

Sheba, Lear, and the Begats. . .

— From EF — Sheba came home this morning . Not the “little Sheba” of the 1950 William Inge play — this is our beloved whale of a Dodge Maxivan, and she had gone across the street to visit the neighbors for the weekend. (We needed every inch of parking space for our...

Chronosynclastic Infundibula. . .

— From EF — The Goldberg Infundibulum. Or, if you prefer, the Chronosynclastic Variations. There are times when I’m going along, minding my own business, and suddenly a word or a phrase comes leaping down from a low-hanging branch and snarls all its paws in my hair. I...

Sand Castles. . .

— From the Fool — My friend Luce said she really liked what I wrote last week, I think because I mentioned her dog. “You oughta get your stuff published,” she said, “There’s a lotta wisdom in there.” I never thought about that. I...