Who is Edward Albee?
So I’m sitting in theater history on Thursday, and we’re discussing Beckett and Albee, when all of a sudden there is a knock on the door. Probably just a late-comer, right? We’re only 20-minutes into the three-hour class, so that’s a fair assumption. But I didn’t notice the glimmer in my professor’s eye when she went to the door, though my jaw did drop along with everyone else in the class when in walked Edward Albee, arguably the greatest living American playwright. So we all chilled with Albee for the remaining two-and-a-half hours of class, and he talked about his work and we asked him questions and came to know his good-natured irreverence and that he didn’t hide the fact that he thought the writer was far and away the most important part of… anything ever. I, for one, very much enjoyed this attitude. I took the best notes I could, though I spent a lot of time staring at him with wide-eyed admiration (Come on, Virginia Woolf and The Goat are two of my favorite plays of all time!) b
