Volume 30, Number 5 · March 31, 1983
Tennessee Williams (1911–1983)
By Murray Kempton
In his late years; Tennessee Williams missed out on a bit of our attention; but he could never forfeit the tenderness of his claim on the memory, which may explain why someone who never said hello to him in life felt a need to say goodbye to him at the Frank C. Campbell Funeral Home. He lay in what Campbell's has most inappropriately chosen to call its Mayfair Room. It is a place altogether too pretentious for his themes; one wanted some small parlor and a mother and a sister putting the stranger at ease and denying reality. Death is not the social occasion it was when Tennessee Williams was a boy.
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