There is a strange trend on Facebook where people post fulsome, cliched tributes to dead loved ones. You tend to feel you're reading a comforting lie. If it's not a lie, it's a half-truth. Something is omitted.
"I miss you more today than I did ten years ago.....I remember your gentle laugh....As a friend, you were The Greatest of All Time...."
Stephen Sondheim anticipated this trend. In "Follies," a woman is unhappily married and hoping to "re-team" with her boyfriend from an earlier era. She can't say this, so she tells a story in which she is buoyed by her husband's devotion. First, she lightly mocks herself (and you can tell she isn't laughing, as she pretends to laugh):
Every morning--don't faint!
I tend the flowers....
Can you believe it?
Every weekend...I PAINT!
For umpteen hours....
She says she can handle a monotonous life, because she is floating on warm currents of married love:
In Buddy's eyes....
I'm young, I'm beautiful....
In Buddy's arms....
On Buddy's shoulder....
And all I ever dreamed I'd be....
The best I ever thought of me...
Is every minute there to see....
In Buddy's eyes....
This is so brutally sad, and I'm not sure anyone had attempted it before Sondheim (anyone writing for the musical theater). People whisper about a "Follies" movie in the future; it's possibly a bad idea, but I'll be in the ticket line.
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