i promise one day you'll make your debut.

tom stoppard wrote a play called the real thing. it opened in new york city on january 5, 1984 at the plymouth theatre. it was directed by mike nichols. ive been reading it over and over the past few days.
when i read a good book, see a good play, watch a phenomenal movie...i process through it and then i want to talk about it. talk about it constantly. talk about it with other people and how it affected them. how they saw it. what insight they can help me see into it that i cant see with my experiences.
this post catalogues a conversation i had with david about it about how a mysterious copy of the real thing got onto the bookshelf.

[david playing his psp. he doesnt look up]
heather [holding up a copy of stoppard's play]: hey. do you know what this is?
silence.
heather: david. did you ever have to buy this for class?
david [not looking up]: buy what?
heather: this play. have you ever read it before.
david glances to play.
david: no. ive never seen it before.
heather: do you know what it is?
david [still looking at video game]: no.
heather: are you sure?
david: yes.
heather: do you know who tom stoppard is?
david [continually engrossed in video game]: yes.
heather: have you ever read any tom stoppard?
david: yes.
heather: have you ever read this play?
david: no
heather: have you read arcadia?
david: no.
heather: have you read rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead?
david: no.
heather: night and day? jumpers? travesties? the invention of love? the coast of utopia? co-wrote the screenplay for shakespeare in love?
david [enamored by his psp]: no, no heather. that doesn't interest me like it does you.
heather: oh, okay.

fin.