
“New York in the 1920's. The only place to be was the Algonquin, and the only person to know was Dorothy Parker.”
Dorothy Parker remembers the heyday of the Algonquin Round Table, a circle of friends whose barbed wit, like hers, was fueled by alcohol and flirted with despair.
A sharp, yet wistful, look at a legendary literary circle. It feels like eavesdropping on brilliant, self-destructive minds trading barbs over cocktails, a poignant blend of sharp wit and underlying sorrow.
















