Interdependent (And Published!) Magic: In Conversation with Jessica Watkin
This isn’t necessarily an anthology you can bring into a classroom to read together. It’s not Hamlet, and it’s not George F. Walker.
This isn’t necessarily an anthology you can bring into a classroom to read together. It’s not Hamlet, and it’s not George F. Walker.
I won’t ever do something like this again with this column, but I wanted to do it just this once. For David Fox. Because I fucking love him. And I will fucking miss him.
I turned 53 years old yesterday (as always, apologies to anyone who lost money betting against that)…
That my play was even considered by a theatre I had no prior relationship with now seems like a tremendous luxury.
The pacing and interplay is razor sharp. Scenes are beautifully compact, without one extraneous move.
Shows about romance, sex, and all things relationships at the Toronto Fringe Festival.