The wild-and-crazzee-guy came to town
but not for the first time, since I’ve previously seen him among the audience at McCarter Theater. Last Wednesday he was invited by the English Department to speak about his new book, The Pleasure of My Company.
In person, Steve Martin is tall, very handsome, broad-shouldered, and looks like the type of guy you’d be proud to bring home to meet Mom — depending on your age bracket — either as your meaningful other, or to set him up with Mom (but I clarify that I have no idea what Mr. Martin’s marital status might be).
No, he didn’t bring his old arrow, in case you wondered. He didn’t sing King Tut wearing full regalia, either. He wore a nice suit and pale green polo, and read from Cruel Shoes, Side Effects, WASPS, Picasso at the Lapin Agile, Shopgirl, and The Pleasure of My Company, plus took a few questions from the audience.
The Packet has the details,
And delivering the show is something that Mr. Martin seems to do with ease. Even as he concluded his Wednesday appearance, he continued to charm the audience with his wit. Fumbling with his pile of notes, he dropped and sprinkled them all over the stage, clumsily pretending to lose his footing.
As he made his exit to applause, he placed the remaining sheets of paper in a recycling bin nearby the door. As the crowd began to shuffle out, fans snatched up the souvenirs on the paper-strewn stage.
He charmed the audience, in the best way.