Slouching toward New York

I'm here on the prairies of Kansas, yes, but at times, when the season is ripe, I miss New York's bountiful theatre. From Christopher Isherwood's review of Ruined and Scorched: These plays are vital signs that theater artists continue to engage deeply with the intractable problems of the world. And theater's responsibility to bear witness to the mass crimes of humanity may only increase in coming years. Journalism is a more immediate forum, and one in which the exigencies of aesthetics are not as urgent. But it is also imperiled. By comparison the fabulous invalid looks positively robust.