In 1957, my aunt and uncle went to New York City on their honeymoon to take in the Big Apple and see some Broadway shows. There was this little-known musical they passed over because they hadn’t heard much about it and it was new and they didn’t want to waste their money. That’s how they missed seeing the original cast of “West Side Story” early in its Broadway run.
I often wonder what it must have felt like to be in the audience on the opening night of a show that was a huge hit. Would I have known, for instance, that “Death of a Salesman” or “Rent” would hold the place in the American theater canon they do now or would I have been bored or underwhelmed? Continue reading “The Man Booker Challenge”