In a “Curtain Call” column last August, I
pointed out the scarcity of plays by women staged locally. But I
neglected to mention one of the most important writers of the late 20th
century: Wendy Wasserstein.
A crowd of female playwrights came
together in New York City in 2008 to express their concern that works by
women were not getting produced by that city’s theaters. More than 150
playwrights attended the gathering, resulting in standing-room-only at
It was 35 years ago when I first heard
about a new Broadway musical, the story of a Victorian serial murderer whose
victims were ground up for meat pies. My first reaction to Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street was disbelief.