Some days it takes forever to leave the house. I left it about as late as possible on Sunday to get to the last day of Pierre Bonard’s late paintings and drawings at the Metropolitan Museum. And for no good reason either. I felt guilty for racing around the enormous exhibition – representing years of devoted work in the life of an artist – because I had another appointment later in the afternoon. Although I moved through the works with more haste than I would have liked, the strange beauty of Bonnard’s domestic interiors was affecting; they appealed to me much more than his still lives of fruit. As I was leaving, I spotted playwright Sam Shepard and Jessica Lange squeezing into the crowd to catch the show before it closed.