I love Richard Greenberg's plays, and I love Chekhov's four masterpieces. Yet it floors me, sometimes, that so many other people love, or at least purport to love, these writers. Greenberg, being alive and productive now, inevitably stirs up more contention. Along with lovers, he has detractors—something that's virtually impossible to claim about Chekhov. I used to have a reputation as The Man Who Hated Chekhov, merely because I would occasionally grumble about the misunderstandings of those who loved him blindly,... More >>>