From the wings, most plays seem chaotic; so do most geniuses. Architect Frank Lloyd Wright's buildings might argue him a clear well of disciplined, harmonious art; but in his son's backstage biography, My Father Who Is on Earth (Putnam; $3.50), the great man sometimes looks more like a ham actor in search of a role. Says Son John Lloyd Wright: "I can think of him . . . as Don Quixote, to whom every windmill was a woman in distress; as Apis, who was conceived by a bolt of lightning; as Ferdinand, who loved the aroma of flowers; as Reynard,...
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