The heat outside is warm for mid-January, even in Los Angeles. And although it’s nearly three p.m., inside the J. Paul Getty Museum the thick stone walls make it quiet and cool. In the distance low classical music infuses the air. Later, natural light falls at precise, studied angles, delicately onto the canvases.
Storytelling comes with a huge stigma. People think you’re either a be-spectacled librarian in an over-sized sweater reading to a bunch of kids under a librarian ceiling covered with asbestos-tiles or a large African man dressed in a brightly colored caftan beating on a drum
‘Maybe we must all give up trying to pay back the people in this world who sustain our lives. In the end, maybe it’s wiser to surrender before the miraculous scope of human generosity and to just keep saying thank you,
As a writer who did this small bonbon of a book for a certain kind of reader in a certain kind of mood, and being at the Pasadena Library for Author’s Night, one patron who purchased Dust unto Shadow was the ever-smiling Golareh Safarian. She’s also a writer and beautiful inside and out and children flocked to her table and many of them sat on her lap.
Writers often talk about how difficult it is to muster the dedication to write daily, while others complain about the editing or grumble about the publishing process. Those who don’t have a head for business, whine about the marketing.
Happy was I last Saturday night that the production found its way to the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion with its stage illusions intact and ready to seduce a very willing audience at LA Opera.