Every playwright strives to convey more than a single quality, but each, sooner or later, becomes known for a house specialty: Some writers dispense charm, some offer provocation, some convey somber tragedy or tickling amusement. Craig Lucas, whose plays have at one time or another touched on all of the above qualities, has become our leading supplier of trouble—I mean that, I hurriedly add, in the highest sense of the word. The play that annoys you most is the one you're least likely to forget, and Lucas's plays annoy for better reasons, from deeper convictions, and with longer-lasting effect than those of any living writer I can think of, except perhaps Albee. You may find one of his works delightful or infuriating—I've had both reactions—but... More >>>