Monday, March 17, 2014

St Patrick and critics such as Wolcott Gibbs

No matter how good a run you had--and I had a better one than I ever dared to hope--the party always ends....

Congratulations, your novel has been hailed as “chillingly brilliant.” You’ve been compared to Kafka. You have a book contract. You’re facing poverty... No more Imrich ...

The novelist Arundhati Roy’s political turn marked her as a dilettante and brought stone-throwing mobs to her home. She wouldn’t have it any other way Tough As Nails


When word got around in the theater last summer that the most acid of all play critics, The New Yorker's Wolcott Gibbs, was having a play of his own produced, a lot of vengeful actors and playwrights prayed that Gibbs would fall on his face. Last week when Gibbs' play, Season in the Sun, finally opened, a highly expectant swarm of first-nighters, whiffing blood like spectators at a Roman circus, were on hand to watch Gibbs come to grief or glory.Double Edge Swords