Sometimes I think theater lovers would be luckier if only we could forget the past and live, as apparently everyone else in America can, pretending that history doesn't exist. We'd wake up every morning devoid of memories, like the amnesiac played so enchantingly by J. Smith-Cameron in I forget which gimmicky Off-Broadway play of the last decade, sparkly with anticipation and ready to greet each new production as the wonder of its day. But no such luck. Disappearing every night while you watch it being created, theater clings more tightly to memory than any of the other arts. Memory's unreliability as a guide merely means that theater history, like every other branch of history, is a matter... More >>>