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...wants guidelines to the cross-cultural resonances in Mecca, currently at Manhattan's Quaigh Theater, ample hints may be found in E.M. Forster's A Passage to India and the works of Paul Bowles and Graham Greene. Conflicting cultures are perhaps less Playwright Whitehead's concern than conflicted lives. All but one of the six Britons who have come to Morocco for a holiday are in perturbed states of sexual disarray, which they tend to cloak in mocking humor and racy banter...
Linking the two men ever closer as mentor and student, surrogate father and son, brothers in Christ, Playwright Davis fashions a glowing parable on the indivisibility of love. At the apex of his craft, O'Shea could enter an actor's Hall of Fame with this one performance. Mettlesome, high-strung, bursting into a boy's wounded tears or unlaced laughter, Roberts' Mark is a worthy foil. But perhaps the most exciting find of the evening is the directorial debut of Actress Geraldine Fitzgerald. Subtly and surely, she weaves a mantle of sentiment without sentimentality...
...cast leaves nothing to be desired, and Playwright Williams is a prose poet with a lavish sense of humor and such musically evocative imagery that one may leave the theater with the lines of When It's Sleepy Time Down South running through one's mind...
This slim book calls itself a story and reads like a fourth installment of Playwright Lillian Hellman's memoirs. In the latter guise, it is not a sequel but a haunting. Its 92 pages of actual text skip glancingly over the life already set forth in An Unfinished Woman (1969), Pentimento (1973) and Scoundrel Time (1976). This time, though, Hellman seems less interested in setting her record straight than in wondering whether such a task is possible at all. She writes: "So much of what you had counted on as a solid wall of convictions now seems...
...nothing makes sense. His characters are not only waiting for Godot, they are waiting for waiting, preoccupied with the lack of activity. Estragon cries out in an exasperated voice: "I don't know why I don't know!" and the hollowness of his confession typifies the void the playwright strives to create...