Get to Know Lisa Rosman Through Her Various Works

Read It and Weep: ‘Hamilton’

golden ticketLast night I saw Hamilton, which has been my biggest dream for more than a year. Every day I have participated in the Hamilton lottery, and every day I have lost to people I always imagine participated on a whim and felt ambivalent about winning. Every day I have struggled womanfully to not grow bitter about this fact, and every day I have failed. During this time, friends sometimes have stumbled onto tickets and returned from what was obviously the best live theatrical experience of their life, saying things like “Gee, I wasn’t even that interested in going but it was amazing!” Continue Reading →

4 Director Memoirs I’d Buy for a Dollah

images-1Recently I pared down my home library significantly (a painful but crucial ritual for any bibliophile). One book that made the cut surprised some of my friends: Spike Lee’s Gotta Have It: Inside Guerrilla Filmmaking, the memoir/journal published by Spike Lee upon the release of his first film. (Sadly, it is now out of publication.) I was surprised they were surprised. Anyone interested in real independent cinema and the culture of resistance should consider this book a must-read.

What makes Lee’s book even more precious is the lamentable dearth of strong helmer memoirs. On one level, this makes sense because directors’ best efforts usually are reserved for the big screen. Yet most possess a unique, increasingly necessary perspective on the balance of commerce, art, and, yes, passion. (Not even a Marvel movie can get made without a powerful personal commitment.) Not everyone may be dying to learn the backstory of, say, Michael Bay, but an account of the fortitude required to make a four-hour, big studio-financed film about warring factions of the American Communist Party, as Warren Beatty did with “Reds,” sounds like a terrific self-help book and war story all in one. The irony, of course, is that the notoriously taciturn Beatty would probably write a terrible memoir – his wanton bachelor days required a cone of silence – but directors tend to be wonderfully colorful when they do talk out of school. Here are four memoirs I’d gladly keep in my personal library. Continue Reading →

For Katerina, with Love and Squalor

foresmewithloveandsqualorI just drank my coffee at the downstairs cafe where two British children-an 8-year-old girl and her barely verbal little brother–grilled me gravely on such lifestyle topics as pets and profession. Mostly, they approved of my answers though they felt I should have a cat AND a dog (emphasis theirs). On this point I agreed, and suggested they bring up the matter with my anti-canine landlord. The girl asked if I lived next door ALONE and if I was SAD, and I answered yes and not usually. She nodded dubiously. It was all I could do to keep from buying her a second cookie (her nanny had put the kibosh on this notion) while intoning: “For Esmé, With Love and Squalor.” Her name was Katerina, anyway.

"All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love."
― Leo Tolstoy