My friend’s sisters, Lainie and Aviva, held a marathon reading of Paradise Lost today. It started at ten in the morning and rolled straight through until two the next morning. The invitation was exactly one sentence.
“We’re reading Paradise Lost on Jan 3. Come anytime.”

How could I not go? How lucky to have friends like this.

I have seen versions of Paradise Lost over the years but it didn’t jump out at me. But the idea itself was irresistible like the first time I heard what John Cage was up to. Whether or not the music interested me was irrelevant. Too audacious and too amusing to pass up the chance to witness it up close.