1992 - Summer
I set out for Providence, Rhode Island on Sunday morning. . . The purpose of my visit to Rhode Island was to try to justify Resident Alien, which was being shown at the Avon Cinema, . . The audience was extremely friendly and only asked benign questions, chiefly about my life rather than about the movie.
Yesterday evening I went to that frightening section of East 9th Street that is just beyond Revolution Square. . . I was going to the home of a Mrs Sharif who, from time to time, very generously transforms her living room into a mini-theatre. The offering this time was 'The Lover', by Mr Pinter.
On Sunday afternoon I was taken to East Hampton. . . The occasion was a gathering of members of Thursday's Child, a benevolent organisation devoted to the care of people with AIDS. . . I sat beside the ticket seller, ate and drank everything that I could lay my hands on, and talked with anyone who approached within a mile of me until 7 o'clock.
Last weekend I went to Baltimore. Every time I undertake one of these journeys out of Manhattan, I think it will be the last gesture that I am obliged to make on behalf of Resident Alien. Then another excursion is proposed, and I stagger on. This one was not difficult because Mr Nossiter and his newest true-love, a charming French girl, came with me and guided my steps towards the right train and led me from it at the right station.
Yesterday evening I went to that frightening section of East 9th Street that is just beyond Revolution Square. . . I was going to the home of a Mrs Sharif who, from time to time, very generously transforms her living room into a mini-theatre. The offering this time was 'The Lover', by Mr Pinter.
On Sunday afternoon I was taken to East Hampton. . . The occasion was a gathering of members of Thursday's Child, a benevolent organisation devoted to the care of people with AIDS. . . I sat beside the ticket seller, ate and drank everything that I could lay my hands on, and talked with anyone who approached within a mile of me until 7 o'clock.
Last weekend I went to Baltimore. Every time I undertake one of these journeys out of Manhattan, I think it will be the last gesture that I am obliged to make on behalf of Resident Alien. Then another excursion is proposed, and I stagger on. This one was not difficult because Mr Nossiter and his newest true-love, a charming French girl, came with me and guided my steps towards the right train and led me from it at the right station.