My ridiculously talented corporate whore / playwright friend Anuvab Pal has 
managed to get a reading of Life, Love and EBITDA into the Public Theater’s festival of emerging artists. God knows what this’ll do to the size of his head. We can only hope the play lands with a thud so Anuvab continues to fit through Manhattan’s notoriously narrow doorways. But judging from past audience reaction, he’s taking the double-wide lift from now on.
Ruled from London by millionaire twins with workers toiling in India, the sun never sets on Gofuz Inc.-the world’s largest manhole-cover maker. But two women bankers have devious plans to reshape Gofuz and the future of global waste. [Link]… investment bankers… I found fascinating because they were supposedly the cleverest people in the world, working harder than anybody else but producing absolutely nothing… I step on a manhole cover every day here in New York and it says Made in India… Every “corporate play” is always about men in suits… So why not a Wall Street play about women?… “A man’s his job,” I think Mamet told us in Glengarry Glen Ross. [Link]
Yeah, along with some other choice words now recanted 
… it is easier to write a play about architects or poets because… everyone knows exactly what the end product is, a house or a poem for example… I have spoken to many senior bankers, been in the industry for many years, and they have no idea either, except it is something that pays for their kids’ colleges. [Link]
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p>I’ve seen a reading of this play. It’s a very funny, wordplay-packed satire about the i-banking grind, the buying and selling of companies and, of course, sweet sweet lowe. Go see LL&E if you find wicked-smart women slinging finance and deconstructing romance hot.
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p>Did I mention it’s free?
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“A man’s his job,” I think Mamet told us in Glengarry Glen Ross.
Ugh. No. Mamet wrote a play in which a character said “A man’s his job.” You’d think an author would be more mindful of that distinction.
And, no Manish, Mamet did not say or tell us any of the other words in GGR either.
It’s called ‘author’s voice,’ and your dismissal is horseshit as fisked at length here and proven by Mamet excising the racist lines in the Broadway revival.
excellent… I’ve always thought that mostaspiring desi investment banker is either a playwright or a Bolylwood screenwright wannabe.
Glad to see someone actually do it.
Oh, Anuvab’s day job isn’t as an i-banker. It’s much more writing-related.
Ah… I mad the mistake of assuming that “all corporate whores are bankers” whereas the corollary is the one that is actually true: “all bankers are corporate whores”
I am so there! Just called and reserved my tickets. Will there be an SM NY meet-up afterwards?
You folks…with exception of Vinod…are biggest psuedo-snobs on the planet. Please do the world a favor and do not reproduce. Better yet, find nearest bridge and jump off….we thank you!
Ah, Crapper, I see you’re still struggling with Tourette syndrome. Did you mean pseudo? Here’s a helpful hint for Vegas: don’t hit on 21 😉
I cannot attend the reading(much as I’d like to)
Any place I can get a copy to read?
Thanks
Sumita
Also, since the topic is really amazing, I’d like to read a little more about the Pal and his other work.
Help needed there too please!!
Sumita
I liked Chaos Theory. But I would have thought twice about taking the ‘rents to L,L, & E if I knew it was gonna feature explicit, interracial girl-on-girl dialogue. Dayum! Twas all good.
Saw it. It was great. Many many kudos to everyone involved for breaking the norm and really coming up with something creative.