“O Niki de Saint Phalle! / We knew that Boston could be beautiful, / But it was not until you came along. / Where were you, fairest of them all?” — Chorus (Sam & Henry). Just click on the link: The Construction of Boston. Or, links: Facebook, Twitter, and Martian Prince.

My search for literary representation mostly involves a lot of waiting, and waiting, and rejections on geographical or organisational basis, and more of the waiting kind, etc. etc. But last week, I—or, I guess, my new play The Sentiments got the best compliment yet from a literary agent: “[I] found [the play] a heartfelt, carefully [...]

So I don’t actually have a new play, or musical. Sue me. Though I guess that wouldn’t work because I do somewhat have two new plays I could present in my defence, but, still. Where was I? Right. This is not a post about anything new (I’m still keeping the previously mentioned two somewhat under [...]

“What! Not whom! What! With what!” — Stevie in Edward Albee’s The Goat, or, Who is Sylvia? (The fact that I wanted to write, “Still one of my all-time favourites,” makes me feel old. The play’s only nine years old.)

“After I write, I have nothing to say,” she said in an interview in the bar of the Lutetia Hotel on the Left Bank. “The commentary afterwards is superfluous. I write. And that’s enough.” — Yasmina Reza. Excellent New York Times article and “interview.”

It’s a bit odd, isn’t it? [Backstage stress. Audience reactions. After-parties.] A [theatrical] life that will never end.— Julie It has been over a week since Heaven forfend! opened in Amsterdam. That first laugh, after months of stress, anticipation and rehearsing, turned out to be a golden moment, one I—and, I know for certain, the [...]