Episode #1339

Andrew McCarthy & Theater for the People

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Friday, September 28, 2012

Andrew McCarthy on Mt. Kilimanjaro Andrew McCarthy on Mt. Kilimanjaro (Courtesy of Andrew McCarthy)

Kurt Andersen talks with Andrew McCarthy, the Brat Pack heartthrob (don’t say it to his face) who’s now an award-winning travel writer. Oskar Eustis, maybe the most influential man in American theater, explains why theater can change the world. And a young woman dreams her way out of Brooklyn with a novel by F. Scott Fitzgerald.

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marcia from san francisco

Just listened to the Andrew McCarthy travel show. In 1969, when I was 19, I had worked with a Dutch girl in Switzerland for the summer, then returned to her home in Holland with her. I needed a ride to Germany to pick up a VW bug I was buying at the factory, and I was out of train passes, so planned to hitchhike. Her parents got wind of this and insisted on driving me. I did not realized what a big deal this was. WWII had been over more than 20 years, and was like a footnote in history in the United States, but in Europe, I came to realize, it might have been yesterday.
I didn't realize until we were on the road, and crossing the German border, that they had not crossed that border since the war because of all the bitter memories. At first I was apprehensive, but they seemed to enjoy the trip. We stopped for lunch and they were giggling about certain German idiosyncrasies that they had forgotten about over those years. The trip was uneventful, and in my youthful naivety I thought, wow, I had helped them cross some imaginary boundary and they got on with their lives.
I have kept in touch with my Dutch friend, and her parents have now passed away. I did asked her recently about that time, assuming that that was the first of many trips back to Germany for them. She told me, no, they never returned to Germany again.

Sep. 30 2012 04:45 AM

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