Okay, so it was the seventh game of the playoffs and it was do or die for the Mets, Whatever. If you didn’t come to last night’s BROOKLYN READING WORKS: IT WAS YOUR LOSS. Leora Skolkin Smith wowed the audience with her lyrical, sensorial writing about pre-1963 Jerusalem from her book, EDGES: O JERUSALEM, O PALESTINE And Richard Grayson read a great story called, THE LOST MOVIE THEATERS OF SOUTHEASTERN BROOKLYN & ROCKAWAY BEACH.
But on November 19, you can make it up to yourself. Come hear:
Elissa Schappell, author of USE ME, a finalist for the Pen/Hemingwa award, and co-editor with Jenny Offill of THE FRIEND WHO GOT AWAY and the forthcoming MONEY CHANGES EVERTYTHING. The co-founder of TIN HOUSE with Rob Spillman and Win McCormick, Elissa also writes the HOT TYPE column in Vanity Fair.
Ilene Starger, is a poet whose work has appeared in Bayou, Oyex Review, Georgetown Review. She was a finalist for the 2005 Ann Stanford Prize.
Darcy Steinke, author of SUICIDE BLONDE (chosen as a New York Times notable book of the year), UP FROM THE WATER and JESUS SAVES will read from her new book.
Still, you missed a great reading. So here’s an excerpt from Grayson’s piece, which is from his collection of stories AND TO THINK HE KISSED HIM ON LORIMAR STREET (available at Lulu).
The Rugby
On Utica Avenue near Church Avenue, just blocks from our first apartment, the Rugby was the theater of my early childhood. When I was three, my mother took me to see my first film here. That weekday matinee of Seven Brides for Seven Brothers left me with one memory: a row of giant men so happy that they couldn’t stop dancing.
My brother and I would spend Saturday mornings lining up under the Rugby’s marquee with its unique saw-toothed top. During the scene in West Side Story where Rita Moreno slowly put on her stockings, Marc turned to me and said, “That’s sexy.” He was about seven.
By the time I was in college, the Rugby was showing porn films – a sure sign of impending death for one of “the nabes,” what my family called neighborhood theaters. One Saturday night, when neither of us had a date and we had nothing better to do, Elise and I decided to see a triple-X feature at the Rugby. It had been her first movie theater too, the one where she’d watched Elvis movies like Blue Hawaii.