The NYTimes on the singing actress appearing at the Carlyle: “Christine Ebersole materialized like a goddess formed out of the ectoplasm in screwball heaven at Wednesday’s opening-night performance of her new show at the Café Carlyle. From what other celestial realm could this dizzy, curly headed blonde with a soprano whose wheeling vibrato evokes Jeanette MacDonald with a whiff of helium have originated?”
Man, thanks for this! I love Christine–and appreciate Holden’s description of her and this show.
Did I tell you my brother now lives in Maplewood? I’m always looking for Christine about town!