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Constellation Of Memory: Imagine U’s “The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane”

—Originally published February 13, 2017—

Meet the Hanslick Girls: Gwen, Eleanor and Dania. Created by writer Zach Barr, they are a trio of Northwestern students who always go to see plays together. They may not have the same opinions, but their conversations tend to make for an entertaining read. Recently, the Girls saw Imagine U’s production of “The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane,” adapted from the book by Kate DiCamillo. Let’s hear what they had to say on their way back from the theater…

 

“I’ve been crying too much at shows lately,” Eleanor said.

Gwen laughed as she watched her friend dry her eyes with a sleeve. “Yeah, first Body Awareness and now this.”

“Can I help it if everything going up this quarter is designed to make me emotional?” Eleanor asked. “It’s all so magically sweet, it’s like watching a small child discover the true meaning of Christmas, or whatever. Can you blame me if I cry when everything I watch is pulling my heartstrings like a damn harp?

“I guess not,” Gwen said, smiling at the image.

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Before Your Eyes: Imagine U’s “James and the Giant Peach”

—Originally published February 23, 2015—

Meet the Hanslick Girls: Gwen, Eleanor and Dania. Created by writer Zach Barr, they are a trio of Northwestern students who always go to see plays together. They may not have the same opinions, but their conversations tend to make for an entertaining read. Recently, the Girls saw “James and the Giant Peach,” a musical by Pasek and Paul, presented by Northwestern’s Imagine U’s theatre program for young audiences. Let’s hear what they had to say…

 

“I liked it,” said Eleanor.

“So did I…” said Gwen, with a hint of hesitation in her voice.

“Yeah.” Dania added.

The three girls walked quietly out of the theatre amid the chorus of small children that ran around them, dragging their parents out of the talkback that had followed the performance. In their turn, they spun through the revolving door out of the Torso Lobby of the Wirtz Center and into the biting February wind. Dania tightened her scarf.

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