Moose Murders

In our aspirational society there’s something to be said for everything going terribly wrong. It can be boring to go to a nice restaurant with good service. Remember Arthur Bicknell’s Moose Murders which set a new level of badness and failed to survive its opening night at the Eugene O'Neill (February 22, 1983) You’ve had plenty of those perfect evenings. You finally got the tickets for Hamilton and then ended up with a great table at Jean-Georges. However, what about making a night of it by falling so sound asleep in Phillip Glass’s Akhnaten that you’re awakened by your own snoring. The icing on the cake is undoubtedly the juicy tofu steak at the vegan place. If you can’t be good at being good, why not be good at being bad? Maybe there turns out to be a satisfaction in grinning and bearing the fact that you’re paying top dollar for poor food and service in the trendy new place where it’s impossible to get a reservation. Licking one’s wounds can be a far more pleasurable experience than constantly gratifying one’s appetite for good food, fine wines and even meaning.

Read "An Incident of Defenestration" by Francis Levy, Vol. 1 Brookyn

and listen to Marvin Gaye's "Pride and Joy"