Monthly Archives: December 2013

The fragility of theatre

I saw a fair amount of theatre in 2013: nearly three dozen full-length plays, a couple dozen one-acts, and eighteen Fringe Festival entries. They included works that were hits on Broadway (Next to Normal) to avant-guard experiments (Anton, Neko, Kuri), classics (Long Day’s Journey into Night) and site-specific local theatre (Cry Me One). The only […]

Unconvincing paranoia

When I watched Dr. Strangelove a few months back, I was impressed at how well the film held up, despite its age. Last night, I watched another paranoid classic from the same decade, The Manchurian Candidate. For me, it was a disappointing couple of hours. I was willing to forgive the naive vision of hypnosis/brainwashing […]

Out of your head

One of the most difficult things for me, as a writer, is trying to evaluate my own work. To detach from your own ego, from your love for the characters, and see the piece objectively.  Often, time is a good distancing mechanism, but you can’t always afford to set aside a play or a story […]

Strindberg, with and without Helium

Sometimes, reading an author’s biography makes his or her work a little less appealing.  Such is the case with August Strindberg. He wrote two of his better known plays, The Father and Miss Julie, when his first marriage (to Siri von Essen) was breaking up. In The Father, a man is wrongfully locked up for insanity by a […]