Tony Shalhoub is headed upstate to visit his daughter, which is why FaceTime isn’t working. The road between Manhattan and upstate New York is certainly known for its leaf-peeping appeal, but not its wifi. “Can you hear me now?” he keeps saying, as a pixelated blue sky wizzes by, outside the car window, the feed becoming more and more granulated. Blurry, blurry, blurry, black.Take two. Tony Shalhoub is headed upstate to visit his daughter, so we’re doing a phone interview. The last time Shalhoub and I spoke was over two years ago in a Manhattan hotel room. Snow was falling outside; it was lovely. Of course, a lot has changed in the time since the most recent season of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel premiered—a global pandemic gave way to a massive civil rights movement that dovetailed into a seemingly never-ending presidential election. But that’s the magic of Maisel, right? Unlike the shows that have tried to incorporate Covid storylines into their seasons (usually to cringeworthy results), Maisel stays entrenched in a different era.“One of the things I love most about the show is that we’re in a whole other universe,” Shalhoub says as we speak in mid-January. “Pre-cell phones, pre-personal computers, even pre-cordless phones, really. I just find that incredibly refreshing.” Shalhoub, 68, embodies that steadiness as well. Even after the throes of a cou… Click below to read the full story from Esquire
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