The Marx Brothers and the Algonquin Round Table

[@jeffearle8172]

I remember a road trip over 30 years ago when 3 friends and I invaded Neshobe Island on Lake Bomoseen in Vermont and relived the antics of Harpo and Woolcott and the Algonquin group with the island caretakers who who happily entertained us with stories of the 1920s. “Harpo Speaks” has been an annual Summer read ever since.

[@NoahDiamond]

Nice! During Marxfest in NYC this year, a delegation of fans went on a quick 24-hour jaunt to Neshobe, too. The island has changed hands in recent years, but the current owners are apparently quite welcoming and aware of the island's literary history.

[@farmertice7064]

IF I WERE TO REPEAT MY LIVE, I WOULDN'T. IF I COULD BE REBORN AGAIN, I'D BE HARPO MARX. HE WAS THE HAPPIEST MAN WHO EVER LIVED. I HAVE READ HIS BOOK, HARPO SPEAKS!, ABOUT 15 TIMES SINCE 1975, & I'M NOW READING IT AGAIN.

[@thomasbarker2888]

Quiet!

[@JMxx6204]

Excellent speech Noah

[@tomdegan6924]

I loved this. Thank you!

[@Robertegan]

Great speech. Thank you.

[@farmertice7064]

PS: THANK YOU FOR THIS.

[@ElectraAlan]

I know a diamond when I see one.

[@SigToyArts]

Thanks so much for this! Harpo Speaks is my favorite biography. As a lifelong Marxist, I dream about a series featuring the Marx brothers early life/career. In New York , produced by the people who did Boardwalk Empire and written by the folks from Maisel. Wouldn’t that be something? ❤🥸

[@NoahDiamond]

It would indeed!

[@SigToyArts]

@@NoahDiamond get on it. Lol! It’s crazy, I’m listening to you on the latest episode of the podcast rn.

[@NoahDiamond]

@@SigToyArts Then you know who would be a great director for a series like the one you dream about!

[@SigToyArts]

@@NoahDiamond totally!

[@wonderrob3225]

"Harpo speaks " I have not read it . I should , yes?

[@mortalclown3812]

Ironically, the first time I visited the Round Table, it was occupied by - no kidding - a bunch of 7 year-olds from Connecticut who were having a birthday party. Even so, I was the parvenu. One little girl had the gravitas and aplomb of a matron a half century older - younger than I am now. I'll never forget the jaded manner in which she raised her hand, politely, and simply said, 'Waiter...' She had undoubtedly seen bored adults do the same thing a thousand times, and I might have been jealous of how used to it all she was. I was a thrilled newcomer to NY - at the beginning of my career and, next to wanting to walk through the pages of 'A Movable Feast', the Algonquin was my dream. It still is, but I don't live there anymore. Maybe I can go back and meet the cat at the front desk. The one I met long ago - a big tuxedo - is still in my mind's eye. Here's to all of us meeting in the fields of our best lives... whether we've lived them yet or not.