"In her dressing room, Gian Carlo bent her over the table and peeled back her ballgown and petticoats one panel at a time, like unfolding the petals of a rose, then sang an aria to her before making her his. They spent afternoons in her hotel room, both sprawled naked on the bed, he singing to Antonella while she fed him bits of cold pasta, noodles dripping in cream and cheese and ham. He licked the sauce from her fingertips." -from, Pasta Diva
Rehearsals have begun for Pasta Diva & Other Stories at the New Short Fiction Series in Hollywood. The performance will take place of March 14, Sunday, starting at 7:00 pm. It's always an adventure putting one's work out there, whether on the internet or in a journal or, gulp, in book form, but seeing it performed on a stage by actors is really exciting. What am I learning? My stories are long, and reading them out is lengthy, so we are excerpting. Many of my stories involve different timelines, many characters — editors, trying to be kind, call them novelistic — which means LONG. So we are cutting to the heart of the action. Sally Shore, who runs the series, casually pointed to the repeated themes and motifs in my work, the types of characters I'm drawn to. She is so good, so insightful. How does she know this stuff? It's extremely eye-opening and fun. And the actress reading Pasta Diva will sing snippets of the operas quoted at the beginning of each scene. I hope it will turn out like the last line of the story:
"Her voice could transport them all to a magical place, and tonight would be a night of perfect love."