As we prepare for American Buffalo, I’m reading about the young David Mamet, and am finding him utterly charming. I wish I had known his 17 year old self, when he was wandering around in Chicago and would spend his nights in a different era:
"I would dress in a sport coat and tie, evenings, and walk down to the hotels, and find myself an empty ballroom, and sit in the dark playing piano." (from Jafsie and John Henry).
Or in his mid-twenties, acting “like a 1930s author - playing pool, smoking cigars” and:
"Dressed in a long coat and even longer scarf…Mamet seemed as if he just stepped off the 20th Century Limited from New York with a voice, ‘that is of the counter man at Ashkenaz Delicatessan, his general aura that of a North Side Duddy Kravitz" (from David Mamet: A Life in the Theatre by Ira Nadel).
-posted by Kellie, dturgy fellow.