I can’t stop reading The New York Times. Just over and over and over. I refresh the front page at least three times every time I’m on the Internet. It’s often a wonderful clearinghouse of information that leads me to other sources of news (I also have three NYT blogs on my Google Reader). Tonight, it brought me this joy: “Mr. Mamet in the Study With the Revolver.” It quotes a Mamet essay that’s in The Village Voice, and includes this, the review he says all playwrights want to read:
“I never understood the theater until last night. Please forgive everything I’ve ever written. When you read this I’ll be dead.”
Why haven’t I read Bambi v. Godzilla yet? Oh, yeah… life.