Recently I watched Charles Holt’s one-man production of an adaptation of Richard Wright’s Black Boy. I don’t know how much of my love for the show was influenced by my love for the book, but I sat entranced as this one man brought to life 20 or more different characters. I felt Richard’s hunger, isolation, passion, drive. I think the play was brilliant because much of the dialogue was actually from the text and was very true to Richard’s gift of words. After the play concluded, I turned to my neighbor and said, “Doesn’t that make you want to go write something?”
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I was so nice to have you in town again...
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