wilde in the gardens at the library


a most divine evening.


our (newest) friends at the Chalk Repertory (doesn’t the word Rep make you think of Penelope Keith as a young Thing in some Restoration Comedy-esque in the outskirts of Manchester? Oh, just us then) were performing Oscar Wilde’s Lady Windermere’s Fan in the gardens at the Clark Library.

the play was delightful – pleasurable to the ear, pleasing to the eye and full of those Wildean Witticisms that make the lady behind one turn to her husband and repeat them (a tiny bit too) loudly.

No, we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
(Sits down at C table)
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the
stars? Upon my word, you are very romantic to-night,
Too romantic! You must be in love. Who is the girl?
The woman I love is not free, or thinks she isn’t.
(Glances instinctively at LORD WINDERMERE while he

Ah, what a fascinating Puritan you are, Lady Windermere!
The adjective was unnecessary, Lord Darlington.
I couldn’t help it. I can resist everything except
You have the modern affectation of weakness.

we went with George – who brought the most delicious Picnic (it was terribly glyndebourne, actually).

the roses were in the early August stage of slightly wilting but ready for summer’s end. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

George brought the family silver. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

the balconies at the library are very romantic – one Ought to be inside with a first Folio and white archival gloves and a wistful expression – non?OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

the Chalk Rep makes clever use of surprising spaces – like the Grecian statue infused anteroom for Lord Darlington’s personal chambers *shivers*. WSWMClarkLibrary2 WSWMClarkLibraryalas the Library itself was not used in the Performance (we were all outside on blankets and seats and wandering between sets from Act to Act which was delightful and felt very Modern, as william would say)

but we could peek behind the blinds (or use an earlier photograph from the last time we were at the Clark).

such a lovely evening.

only in Los Angeles could one have an evening approximating a drawing room comedy under the stars (In england one would need to carry a Macintosh Square).

Mr. Beebe had lost every one, and had consumed in solitude the tea-basket which he had brought up as a pleasant surprise. Miss Lavish had lost Miss Bartlett. Lucy had lost Mr. Eager. Mr. Emerson had lost George. Miss Bartlett had lost a mackintosh square. Phaethon had lost the game.

It was of drawing-room people that Miss Bartlett thought as she journeyed downwards towards the fading sun. Lucy sat beside her; Mr. Eager sat opposite, trying to catch her eye; he was vaguely suspicious. They spoke of Alessio Baldovinetti.

9610_viewyou’re right.

in the end it Always reminds us of Miss Bartlett and the naughty novelist Eleanor Lavish.

which makes life odd in L.A – but different, certainly.

are you having a divine (no pun intended – or perhaps we Did) Sunday?

do tell.

what news from your part of the world?


16 thoughts on “wilde in the gardens at the library

    1. we *did* hear “jelly” for jealous the other day from a young Person on the interweb and it reminded us of eating raw jelly cubes and getting a tummy ache many moons ago.

  1. Dearest G
    This sounds as heavenly as that typeface (for the play’s poster?) looks.
    Actually, The Regent’s Park Open Air Theatre did Wilde’s ‘Earnest’ a few years ago, all swirling modernist sets with chambers on ramps extending out into the tree tops. Rather fun in a ‘Shape of Things to Come’ sort of a way.
    As to the divine Ms Keith I can assure you that she is still revelling in Restoration Comedy (and Wilde)… The Dandy has seen her as Lady Bracknell and Mrs Malaprop in the last few seasons.
    No doubt she is doing something similar in Chichester as we speak.
    “It’s all part of life’s rich tapestry”.
    Yours ever
    The Perfumed Dandy

    1. you had us at Something Similar in Chichester.


      (we saw Penny Keith in Design for Living *coughs* many years ago in Eastbourne at the Devonshire Park)

  2. Sunday-wise, breakfast at a long library table where previous diners, I suspect under the age of 12, had left notes for we of the future. Very funny, perhaps even more so after three cups of coffee. Am now contemplating a nice long read or a nap… ;-)

  3. Hello, I want to say that your pictures are so beautiful and I like a lot your blog!!!❤❤❤❤

  4. Oh my. This is one of yours that I selfishly think was written just to make me happy–yes, I admitted it was selfish! But talk about ticking off all of the boxes to make a girl smile. Save that I would have liked to have been there with you both, c’est tout.

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