The Last Night of Ballyhoo

Finally, my knitting comes in handy!
Being Jewish and social-climbing in the South clashes with the opening night of "Gone With the Wind." There's nary an Israelite for fifty miles, so I join a cast of people who can barely manage southern even though most are from around here or have lived here most of their lives, much less Jewish. It's like that accent expert trying to make Julia Roberts sound like someone from Atlanta when, fercrissake, she is someone from Atlanta. I look up from my knitting and wonder what all these goyim are doing around me. Everyone seems to be trying to sound southern and Jewish at the same time in order to convince a theatre full of blue-haired Baptists. God I love the theatre! It's the blessed irony in the show more dichotomy of reality and fiction. On the whole, though, I don't think the show is much different than, say, "Crossing Delancy." It just has a larger cast and a different set of accents. show less

not a great play but I read it for some class.