The Real Thing: Stoppard’s cricket bat incites to write

It's amazing to me how few still-composing A-list playwrights there are out there with work in heavy rotation. The Big Guns - the few that we waggish theatre-types gush about to each other about over the good glassware - seem to move in trend cycles through the Canadian stages and kind of define the period;… Continue reading The Real Thing: Stoppard’s cricket bat incites to write