Word: teacup
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Alan Ayckbourn collaborated 20 years ago on this musical about P.G. Wodehouse's unflappable butler, which was a London flop. Now, with a new book and a freshened-up score, it's back at Connecticut's Goodspeed-at-Chester theater in a charming production directed by Ayckbourn. The teacup wit and inventive, less-is-much-more staging would never survive a trip to Broadway, but resident theaters across the country should have a ball with...
...when, suddenly, Mr. Ferrars appears at the remote cottage, located just this side of destitution, where the Dashwood ladies have taken refuge. Miraculously he is free of his entanglements, free at last to diffidently declare his love for Elinor. Whereupon she bursts into tears--not just tears but great, teacup-rattling sobs, a huge, whooshing release of long-suppressed emotions, both hers and ours. You feel like crying right along with her. You feel like laughing too. Mostly, though, you feel terrific, in touch with something authentic inside yourself...
...truth is, however, that the era of "English cozies" -- the ladylike, death-stalks-the-vicarage sort of teacup rattler that grannies used to write and read -- is mostly over and widely unmourned. Nor is it necessary these days for women who want to write about the darkest crimes -- P.D. James comes to mind -- to confect not-quite-believable male investigators. It's not a surprise that among the grittiest of this season's crime novels are three written by and about women...
...real salvation. Some refugees, suspecting that they were merely choosing where they were going to die, decided to head back. But the vast, frightened majority lacked the strength or the will to follow. For relief workers, the task still felt like trying to turn back a tidal wave, one teacup at a time...
Through the window of the fifteenth-floor room where my test was administered, I could glimpse a view of the Boston skyline. It was a clear day, with a slight breeze. I was sitting in a law school classroom, in a chair that reminded me of an amusement park teacup ride. It swiveled left and right, forward and back, around and around. (It was kind...