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Suddenly things are different. Yale now wears the bell-bottoms in the Ivy League family. Their president gets attacked by Spiro Agnew. Their Classics Professor Erich Segal writes a "novel" about Youth Romance Today (Jen...what would you say if I told you...I think...I'm in love with you." "I would say...you were full of shit." The ellipses are his.) which clings moistly to the top of the bestseller lists, bringing lumpen to the throats of the proletariat (because a baker's daughter can marry a banker's son, even if she dies forthwith) while Harvard classicists...
...CYNICAL here might take comfort in the knowledge that both Segal and Brewster were educated at Harvard, and that most of Reich's analysis is really Galbraith without the economics (a concept, admittedly, somemight find as ludicrous as Galbraith without the modesty). They can snort to each other--and rightly so--that each Brewster speech, each Segal movie, each Reich pronouncement, each flattering Israel Shenker Times profile is a triumph of style over content, content still residing somewhere north of the Charles. But it's a triumph nonetheless. And can we ignore it? More than we suspect, Harvard's future...
What is this theatre's aesthetic? The first two plays, Thymus Vulgaris by Lanford Wilson and Corner, 28th and Bank by Linda Segal, are about lovable losers--lonely, touchingly inarticulate little people. In the Wilson play, the latest in his line of vulnerable hookers concludes that "There are two kinds of people in this world: the eaters and the eaten." She and her mother--another long-abused lady--have been, ahem, the eaten, and the play ends as they escape from the carnivores to a little house by the sea. In the Segal play the vulnerable, long-abused whore...
Apart from the odd "fuck", the only thing that distinguishes the Wilson and Segal plays from those occasionsl "poignant" sketches on T.V. variety shows is their stifling ponderousness. For a lot of people that's what theatre means these days: ponderous television that costs $15 or $20 a person and you have to dress up for it. No wonder nobody goes...
...only does the country sometimes seem caught in a sweet haze of nostalgia and playfulness, it also seems to be savoring its history on a small, even cozy scale. In Youngstown, Ohio, for example, in what appears to be one blue-collar community's search for identity, George Segal's life-size bronze of two steelworkers has been installed in a plaza; members of the building-trades union enhanced the artwork by erecting a real furnace as background...