Pomp Cabaret

This year’s PEN World Voices Cabaret was packed with award winning novelists, slam poet champions, rock icons, and some of the most attractive actors around.



The celebrity performance of the evening was a one-act adaptation of Jonathan Franzen’s New York chapter in State by State: A Panoramic Portrait of America. The protagonist is Jonathan Franzen, played by James Franco.



Midwestern lad romanced by NYC in the ‘70s, Franzen/Franco returns in hopes of interviewing a personification of the state, played with seductive haughtiness by Patricia Clarkson. However, before he can reach his lost love, Franzen is intercepted by Manhattan’s publicist Parker Posey. With an obnoxious sense of entitlement, PR flack tells Franzen the rules—he mustn’t mention New York’s dirty decades: “'65 to '85.” Finally reuniting with his beloved state, he finds she has long forgotten his existence.



Despite the actors reading off scripts, every member of the ensemble was remarkable at capturing nostalgia, sarcasm and humor. The performance truly lived up to the hype of its cast. Plus no complaints about sitting feet away from James Franco’s gorgeous smile.

My most anticipated couple of the evening, Lou Reed and his wife Laurie Anderson, took the stage to thunderous applause. I was unprepared for the magnitude of trip that occurs when their forces combine. I felt like I was on a spaceship, watching Earth destroy itself.



Laurie Anderson began the set speaking into a voice synthesizer making her sound like a man-robot. “How do we begin again? What are days for?” she asked, as the theater filled with disorienting electronics, shadowed by Reed’s guitar. True to form, Anderson’s lyrics were thought provoking and disturbing, eerily blending with the backdrop cacophony.

Lou Reed sang for two songs, his dead pan evoking raw emotion “a younger man, getting older … I hold a mirror to my face.”



Many audience members fled for exits. I stayed to the end, mesmerized by two of my heroes.

Leaving Florence Gould Hall, passing Parker Posey in the street, I felt like I was coming down from an acid trip on a UFO (Lou and Laurie’s, most likely).

-Hannah Miet

And the Oscar goes to...

Recession-theme Oscars had everyone abuzz with anticipation, wondering what the economic struggle would do to the usually lavish displays of an "embarrassment of riches".

Then as it started the activity of the night turned to texting and competition as we picked winners and kept tabs. Personal favorite moment was when James Franco and Seth Rogen watched a scene from Milk, that look on Franco's face made me think his NYU acting classes are really paying off.


I actually thought it was charming (dare I say intimate?), from Wolverine's light tom-foolery to the personalized messages from past winners to current nominees. I even liked the way everyone sat uncomfortably close together, without all that usual distance. That way every now and then, when the camera was on one celebrity, you would see another one peeking behind their shoulder, or perched next to their ear. Lovely, lovely. The Milk speeches were moving, the Slumdogs on stage at the end, the cincher.


What can I say, it's the year of the brown.

-Kastoory