"I come from an alcoholic family," says playwright Christopher Durang. He mentions this casually, throwing it away like a common expression, as if his parents emigrated from Alcoholia and he grew up speaking Alcoholish at home. As if the darkly funny image it conjures—the Cleavers stumbling around a kitchen shit-faced, perhaps—were normal. Similarly, Durang has made a delightful career of turning the familiar strange (and vice versa). His screwball imagination has... More >>>