“Playwrights who dedicate themselves to working in the American theater can look forward to lives of lonely scribbling, mystified condescension and relative penury…. As their careers lengthen, they can expect our culture’s congenital amnesia to enshroud them, either in the mantle of the one play that made their name or in the outer realms of utter obscurity. And then James Houghton might give them a call. ‘I think every single playwright in this city, maybe the country, is wondering when and if it’s gonna happen,’ said Tony Kushner….”