This issue of sessumsMagazine.com is turning into a podcast special. And if anyone had a voice made for a podcast, it is Kathleen Turner. Part gravel, all grace, it’s Tallulah on wry toast. It’s Tom Waits, but a bit more wanton, more womanly in its lower register. Did Betty Bacall do it better? That’s up for debate, but the fact that Turner makes one consider the question is a testament to her own singular allure. She came to our attention onscreen, but it has been onstage where her brilliance, like that voice, has deepened.
I met her several weeks ago in San Francisco at the Nikko Hotel where she was about to appear at Feinstein’s. Hey, if Bacall could star on Broadway in musicals, Turner can take a stab at the cabaret stage.
In our conversation she talks about the death of her mother, the precision of Joan Didion, the importance of service, and how hard it is to find cat litter in Berkeley. This was my second time to interview her. I find her politically committed, deeply likable, and even vulnerable. You’ll see.