T.E. McMorrow began freelancing for The Star in 2009, before coming on staff, full time, at the end of 2011. He is a member of the Drama Desk in New York. His book, “Nutcracker in Harlem,” illustrated by James Ransome, is scheduled for publication in the fall of 2016 by HarperCollins children’s division.
A late-night taxi ride from Montauk’s Memory Motel to Lee Court in the hamlet and then to Gilbert Road ended in a violent beating for one of the riders, who objected to being charged $50 for the trip.
East Hampton Town police Capt. Chris Anderson said Tuesday that the passenger, Kempton John Coady, 27, of upstate Stamford, N.Y., suffered a black eye and a split lip. Police, who are continuing to investigate the incident, have not released the name of the cab company.
The case of the People of the State of New York vs. Jason Lee is slowly making its way to trial at the Cromarty Criminal Courts building in Riverside. Mr. Lee, a former managing partner at Goldman Sachs, is accused of raping a young Irish student last August at his summer rental house on Cloverleaf Lane in East Hampton.
Prosecutors and defense attorneys met on Friday to confer in the chambers of State Supreme Court Justice Barbara Kahn, who is hearing the case. Justice Kahn set the next court date for Aug. 22.
A 39-year-old Brooklyn man lost his life on Sunday at Napeague Harbor in Amagansett, where he had gone to kite surf. His death was the first of two on the water that day. That evening, James A. Weber, an East Hampton man who was to have celebrated his 45th birthday yesterday, died after collapsing in shallow water on the west side of the Three Mile Harbor inlet near Sammy’s Beach in East Hampton.
“Clever Little Lies,” the new play by Joe DiPietro, is described as a “new comedy” on the cover of the playbill, which is accurate to an extent. But this play has a dramatic spine that takes the audience on an unexpected journey, one that had the house silent, on the edge of their seats, at the end on opening night. That is, until the final blackout, and the bravos rang out.
Mr. DiPietro titillates us into his story, giving the flash of a frothy sex comedy, but this is anything but.