Well, this is it. A long road, a lotta rehearsal (and that’s Lotta with a capitol L, folks), a few sore throats and a serious wrench later, and Eugene O’Neill’s… 959 more words
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That fog horn is starting to blow, and the ghosts of Eugene O’Neill’s original rep company (his family) are gliding down the stairs of the old summer place on the Connecticut coast. 116 more words
It was Tao House in Danville, California where Eugene O’Neill wrote all the big final plays. O’Neill lived there from 1937-44, one of the longest stopovers in one place for this endlessly homeless American. 163 more words
NINA: (murmurs with drowsy gratitude) Thank you, Father–have I been wicked?–you’re so good–dear old Charlie!
–Eugene O’Neill, Strange Interlude (1928)
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What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way…
Long day's journey to Ashland | Eugene O'Neill's timeless, endless LONG DAY'S JOURNEY INTO NIGHT opens March 29 at Oregon Shakespeare Festival
In the American theatre, there are a lot of plays.
But it’s tempting to come back to “the big three” of the post WW II era. 120 more words