I remember reading The Seagull in college, around the time when I'd delved head first into Sartre, Camus and Nietzsche and began nibbling around the edges of Dostoevsky. This is also when I'd begun studying playwriting and new professors exposed me to unfamiliar ideas. I entered the dramatic writing program at the University of New Mexico with Stephen Sondheim in my head as the master experimental writer. Soon, I was surrounded by Samuel Beckett, Harold Pinter, David Mamet and Tom Stoppard and then Bertolt Brecht and Max Frisch and Heiner Müller -- just giving you a sense of where my head was at when I first cracked
Happy Birthday, Anton Chekhov!
Happy Birthday, Anton Chekhov!
Happy Birthday, Anton Chekhov!
I remember reading The Seagull in college, around the time when I'd delved head first into Sartre, Camus and Nietzsche and began nibbling around the edges of Dostoevsky. This is also when I'd begun studying playwriting and new professors exposed me to unfamiliar ideas. I entered the dramatic writing program at the University of New Mexico with Stephen Sondheim in my head as the master experimental writer. Soon, I was surrounded by Samuel Beckett, Harold Pinter, David Mamet and Tom Stoppard and then Bertolt Brecht and Max Frisch and Heiner Müller -- just giving you a sense of where my head was at when I first cracked