Richard Wright

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?”