AT HOME WITH: Ann Magnuson; In a Downtown Lair, Thoughts of Home
SHE could be home now. And she is: why, here's Ann Magnuson herself, receiving a visitor with Southern courtesy in what she calls her bachelorette pad on Avenue A. That would be the two-and-a-half rooms near Tompkins Square Park in Manhattan, with the charming kitchen view of the airshaft, the festive-but-yet-so-functional green fire escape, and the spectacular "Honeymooners" brick wall a mere pigeon-swoop away. It's not at all what you expected and yet it's just what you expected, this lair of the performance artist, actress and writer, a downtown diva with out-of-town capability. She won a new extra-club audience of millions for her role as an obsessive magazine editor on the late but lamented "Anything but Love," an ABC sitcom. Now, Ms. Magnuson's astringent one-woman show, "You Could Be Home Now," has opened at the Joseph Papp Public Theater and will run at least through Nov. 1. A disorienting evening of monologues, songs, dances and character studies, it is an edgy investigation of a fundamental question: "What is home?"