First love, that perennial subject for emerging writers, is only interesting when something goes awry. Typically, the sad tale is told from the bereft man's point of view, as he pines like young Werther or rages like one of Mamet's Chicago protagonists. In two new plays by women, each receiving her first major New York production, the course of true love fails again to run smooth. Both keep the guy at the narrative center, one... More >>>