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Moss Hart testified that the prayer of ev ery aspiring playwright was, "Please God, let Jed Harris do my play." Nevertheless, with playwrights from Ben Hecht to Thornton Wilder, he imposed marathon revisions and usually ended by demanding a co-author credit and half the royalties. When he directed Arthur Miller's The Crucible in 1953, he responded to an out-of-town audience's calls for the author by going onstage and taking...
...innkeeper, whose name was Lyle Wolf, was from Los Angeles. One of a growing number of novices in the trade, he had allowed romanticism to overtake him a couple of years ago, chased the ghost of Thornton Wilder across the continent, and set himself up as a country squire, the possessor of a first-edition mortgage-Bob Newhart with a plumber's helper. His wife's name was Barbara, and Barbara was saying, over wine, that she had a relative hurt in a Corvair...
Public education in Arkansas has long been the Dogpatch of the nation's school systems. Many poorly financed districts in the state have tiny, rundown schoolhouses staffed by some of the lowest-paid teachers in the country. Consider, for example, the Thornton school district (total enrollment: 300), located in the timber country of southern Arkansas. The last time its tenth-graders took the basic skills test they placed in the bottom 12% of national scores. The average teacher's salary is only $11,663, and not one teacher is certified to teach physics, foreign languages or art. Says...
Virginia Woolf celebrated Mme. de Sévigné in a lyrical essay: "This great lady, this robust and fertile letter writer, who in our age would probably have been one of the great novelists ..." Thornton Wilder sketched an invidious portrait of the 17th century French author in The Bridge of San Luis Rey; the poet Alphonse Lamartine called her the Petrarch of French prose; Proust compared her art to Dostoyevsky...
...Thornton Wilder's The Skin of Our Teeth, the fortuneteller unfurls her skirts, hoists her bodice, strolls downstage and heckles the audience. Oh, she can tell the future, all right. "Nothing easier," she says. "But who can tell your past, eh? Nobody! You lie awake nights trying to know your past. What did it mean? What was it trying to say to you? Think! Think...