October 6, 2019
My apologies are in order for this web site being offline for
the past week or so. My tech support informs me they were having server issues
but all is well now. My frustration levels were at an all-time high in the
amount of time it took to resolve these problems. Grrr....
September 24, Patti Smith's latest memoir "Year of the Monkey" was
released by Knopf publishers. It's a short book at 171 pages. Amy Skorheim of
Digg writes, "Like everything Smith does, the book is suffused with honesty and
poetry. If you read it and aren’t sure where reality ends and imagination
begins, you’re probably reading it correctly. Each chapter is headed by one of
Smith’s photographs taken over the course of a year in which Smith experiences
loss, wanders, travels, witnesses a polarizing election and drinks a lot of
coffee. Travel through that year with her and get an artist’s take on death,
aging, politics and dreams, shot through with insight and optimism in the
Here are some comments reviewers have made regarding Sam:
Adrienne Gaffney, SF Chronicle:
"In May, she’s in Midway, Kentucky with Sam Shepard, who is being overtaken by
ALS. The pair spend hours editing one of his final books 'The One Inside' and
endlessly discussing literature, Smith spending her nights asleep on his sofa.
What has been lost is apparent to both. 'From the window, we could see his
horses coming up by the fence. Horses that he could no longer ride. He never
said a word about it.' Smith doesn’t turn away, and they find delight wherever
they can, delightedly making bets on the Derby."
David L. Ulin, LA Times:
"The real reckoning 'Year of the Monkey' makes, however, is with mortality —
This means 'Sandy' Pearlman, fading in Marin County, and most essentially,
Shepard, cared for by his sister in Kentucky, surrounded by the horses he can no
longer ride. 'We’ve become a Beckett play,' Shepard jokingly tells Smith,
leading her to imagine them 'rooted in our place at the kitchen table, each of
us dwelling in a barrel with a tin lid, we wake up and poke out our heads and
sit before our coffee and peanut-butter toast waiting until the sun rises,
plotting as if we are alone, not alone together but each alone, not disturbing
the aura of the other’s aloneness.'"
"One friend Patti speaks of often is Sam Shepard. She writes beautifully and
tenderly about sleeping on the couch at his place in Kentucky, listening to the
sounds of him breathing and the night outside. Patti helped Sam write his final
book, 'Spy of the First Person'. She recounts how, when he can no longer write,
she does it for him; she describes seeing his guitar in the corner on its
stand—at the ready, but never to be played by him again. She is losing him
little by little."
"Sam comes up again toward the end of the book. She reflects
on their relationship and writes about the present and her fear of a future
without him—things we don’t think about before a certain age. She writes about
Sam living with his sister in Northern California, and the way she describes his
sister’s devotion and love is simple and moving. You can feel his decline—the
silence, the inevitable. Yet every day they work, because that’s what he has
always done and will do until the end. Which is coming fast. Patti keeps moving
through it all, something she has always done."
Kaitlyn Tiffany, Vox:
"Smith’s decades-long friendship with Shepard — along with their tumultuous love
affair in the 1970s — is a part of her mythology, one of the many connections
she’s made by chance in some bar in Chelsea and that came to define the
trajectory of her career. But it’s not often that she’s spoken of it in such
personal and frank terms as she does in this book, setting down an image of one
of the country’s greatest playwrights while he struggles to use his hands. She
makes no effort to play up or explain her devastation, which is obvious: 'He
looked more like Samuel Beckett than ever, and I still harbored the hope that I
would not be destined to grow old without him,' she confesses, before moving
Deborah Dundas, Toronto Star:
"During this year she visits him often on his Kentucky ranch. It’s difficult
even to read about Shepard in a wheelchair — the celebrated playwright, always a
handsome and vital man — is losing the use of his hands as the ALS he was
diagnosed with in 2010 gets progressively worse; far more so to imagine what
it’s like for Smith. 'We had trips planned, and all kinds of things we were
going to do in the future,' including to Ayers Rock in Australia, she says. 'I
never saw that coming. He was always so healthy. I never anticipated that.'"
In a recent NY Times interview, Patti was asked why the two
split after writing "Cowboy Mouth". She replied, "Well, he was married and he
had a child and it was sad, but it was just the right thing to do." And was she
surprised when Sam became a leading man in Hollywood? She responded, "No,
first of all, he was a really great actor in plays and theater. He had a
magnetism. He was one of the most handsomest guys you would ever see, more even
in person than in film. But that isn’t even what I liked about him, which was
funny because it was so obvious that he was so handsome. People were just drawn
to him. We’d walk down the street and women would come up, hit on him and they’d
just say right in front of me, ‘Get rid of the kid.’”
And in a book
interview with Billboard, Patti shares, "With this book, my challenge to myself
was try to keep it in time. Sometimes I did regress backwards to explain this
and that. I was not anticipating that I was going to have to write about the
death of one friend in time, and then the struggles of one of my closest people,
Sam, also in time. It was different in that way. The dignities of these two men
were very important to me, so I had to really think about how to express certain
things. But also, you know, have a certain amount of discretion, and anticipate
how each man - since I knew them both so well - would feel about what I wrote. I
felt like both of them would appreciate what I wrote. I didn’t feel like I wrote
anything that they’d be unhappy about."
August 28, 2019
On August 12, 2019, Brian Tanguay of the Santa Barbara
Independent wrote a review on Sam's final collection of writings - SPY OF THE
FIRST PERSON. Tanguay writes, "As a writer and man, Shepard was ever
seeking. 'What exactly is the experience of the present?' he wonders, and goes
on to answer, 'The experience of the present is one of anonymity. Complete
anonymity.' Perhaps that is what Shepard felt as the end drew near."
But how could the man feel ANONYMITY? We're talking
facelessness, namelessness, nowheresville and obscurity. Now, if you think of
the antonyms, there's where the truth lies - celebrity, fame, notoriety and
renown. Like it or not, Sam, you were FAMOUS!
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AGES OF THE MOON will receive its long-awaited UK
premiere at the Vaults Theatre in London on October 17, 2019. The play will be
directed by Alexander Lass and will star Christopher Fairbank and Joseph Marcell.
Curtain time is 8 pm on Tues-Sat and 3 pm on Sat-Sun with the production running
through November 24th. Description: On a hot summer's night, deep in the
American wilderness, Byron and Ames are reunited by mutual desolation. By the
fading light of an eclipsing moon, the pair reflect on love and life over a
bottle of whiskey - and as old rivalries flare, their forty-year friendship is
put to the test at the barrel of a gun.
July 31, 2019
Sam's daughter-in-law MAURA HARRINGTON passed away at
age 53 on July 16, 2019.
She is survived by her husband, Jesse Shepard, her parents, Tom and
Dianne Harrington, her sister Bridget and her brother Michael. In lieu of gifts,
donations are welcomed at
An unusual obituary follows. Perhaps it was written by Jesse
She was a trailblazer of all things creative, artistic,
political and gastronomic. She was a maverick.
She understood humans and little creatures and trees and Spirit.
She was kind, generous beyond belief.
She was sharp, quick and smart about it.
She was fluid, easy, and graceful in all her actions.
She was the face of Love.
She raised up the sight line for everyone.
And, not the least of it, she was fun - an adventurous traveler, always good
for lively conversation, played great music you'd never heard before, threw
together the most memorable dinner parties.
She was a prolific painter, furniture designer, graphic artist, photographer
and collector- always applying her precise sensibility and innate aesthetic
to everything in her life
Good design was everything to her and she didn't lack opinions about it.
She was a storyteller.
She spoke Norwegian, French and Spanish and could get by in Mandarin. If she
didn't speak your language, she would be sure to connect with you through
her eyes and a smile.
For so many, Maura was a north star and a compass.
She shall ever be so.
Maura was a pioneer in the Healdsburg community, co-founding the
award-winning Flying Goat Coffee in 1994 with partner, Phil Anacker. She
continually worked at the business to deliver the quality for which it is
renowned while always advocating women's equality in coffee- from farmers in
Africa and Latin America, to her staff in Sonoma County.
There's a new addition to The Sam Shepard Web Site. An
excerpt from Jesse's 2003 collection of short stories called "Jubilee King" can
be found on this page.
July 27, 2019
On July 27, 2017 Sam left us but his presence lives on in our
memories and through his many works as an actor, director and writer. Graeme
Wood has written an article for next month's issue of The Atlantic
called "Sam Shepard Saw It All Coming: The family battles he described
foreshadowed our current national crisis." You can read it
at this link.
Wood writes, "He died two years ago, at the age of 73, and
although the valedictions from the dramatic world were respectful, few suggested
that his work was acutely relevant. Some hinted that he represented the classic
Western, a genre whose exhaustion Shepard himself had lampooned. Obituaries
noted the good looks (described as 'rugged,' although only his teeth were
craggy) that helped make him a movie star, and his status as the 'paragon
playwright of the American West' (Los Angeles Times). Shepard, one might
be forgiven for thinking, chronicled a cowboy world that is no more, and that
indeed ceased to live in the American collective imagination sometime between
the last episode of 'Bonanza' and John Travolta's dismount from the mechanical
bull in 'Urban Cowboy'. But Shepard plays are back in season, and they are
neither antiquarian nor regional. They are modern—even visionary—and
Tobias Carroll of InsideHook agrees and writes, "Graeme Wood
makes the case that Shepard's body of work has become even more relevant to
modern American society in recent years. It's a thoughtful examination of how
Shepard’s preferred themes converge with the present state of American politics,
and why his work resonates more deeply than ever. A number of Wood's conclusions
are chilling, even as they also leave the reader clamoring for more revivals of