Volume 4, Number 6 · April 22, 1965
Confessions of a Play Reviewer
By Robert Brustein
The American theater, always in decline, seems today to be at one of its lowest ebbs. But this could be deceptive. The last six years, so apparently barren of vital dramatic activity, may have involuntarily nourished the seeds of new theatrical promise. Is it conceivable that these may eventually blossom? Let us examine those years—and, with the reader's forbearance, my own relation to them—to see if a qualified hope is really possible.
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