The Albee gauntlet is taken up
here,
here, and
here. As I said before, not being a playwright or a director, I don't have a dog in this race. As a critic I can say I find Albee intermittently as good as any playwright of the past half-century, but given the withering vision of human nature that emerges in his work (I found
The Goat, for instance, both irresistibly provocative and bone-chillingly near-nihilistic), I am hardly surprised that he's a prickly, mean old coot.
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