GERTRUDE STEIN GERTRUDE STEIN GERTRUDE STEIN
by Marty Martin
It is a rainy day at 27 Rue de Fleurus, and Alice, who does not like wet weather, is asleep in her bedroom. Her companion, however, is not the moody type.
Lighting up a cheroot and pouring her self something cold, she eases her large bulk into a chair and begins to talk about herself and her friends: Pablo and Ernest, Scott and Henri. Both Henris, in fact, Matisse and Rousseau. Quickly, magically, the audience is gathered into her net of words and realizes what it must have...