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Thursday, January 5, 2017

The Red Line Adds a Stop in Loveland

On an appropriately cold evening (but nothing really close to Chicago in February, as I understand it), those who braved the snow were well-rewarded with a performance of “Red Line Stories” by Loveland’s native daughter, Carrie Lee Patterson.

This montage of strangers on the famous El (click here for map), was read, or more accurately, performed, by the author: what a treat to have a professional actress reading, especially a work with so many distinct voices and so much rhythm, especially her own work.    

Although not inclusive of all the Redline stops, the work was structured around key ones (19 if my count is accurate), each featuring a particular character imagined to life by Patterson’s deep observation of the world, and people, around her. 

For me, it is very difficult to choose a favorite, especially since the whole is certainly more than the sum of the parts in this finely crafted and conceived work.  Still, “Clark and Division” stood out not only for its rendering of a tortured soul, but also for its beat and play on words:  Clark and Division, as well as fault, lost, and twin.  The opening vignette (Loyola) about the professor of English was understandably dear to me.  And “Granville” was haunting not only for what it said, but what it left feared. 

Accompanying the reading were images from the Redline by photographer Elissa Shortridge.  The shots of the station names aided the transitions between stories, but also included were arresting scenes from the train—beautiful (window box of flowers), ordinary (a primary color inter-city playground) and stark (an Apostolic church sign painted on a brick building).  The best images lacked people (leaving the stories to paint them in), but a few of men from the torso down artfully focused the eye on the tales told by men’s shoes. 

In the question/answer session at the end, Patterson referred to “the ride you took today”: how very appropriate.  I did feel like I rode the Redline and took the El through the intimate lives of nearly two dozen strangers.


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