City Lights, 143 pp., $5.95 (paper)
When the plays of Sam Shepard began appearing in the Sixties at underground theaters like La Mama or the Caffe Cino he was often thought to be a surrealist dramatist. That's true enough of much of his atmospheric detail, early or late: Angel City and its phantasmal green slime, Operation Sidewinder and its serpentine computer. At the start of Suicide in Bb we discover, to quote from Shepard, that 'the outline of a man's body sprawled out in an awkward position of death is painted in white' on the center of a darkened stage. And it's true that a dreamlike mise en scène inhabits most of his forty or so plays.
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