The previous Broadway season had worn such a last-place look that 1953-54 seemed by contrast almost a pennant winner. But on its own merits, it just squeezed into first division: its special contribution, indeed, was its notable number of pretty good evenings. There was nowhere a distinguished new drama or a brilliant new comedy; no new playwright flashed down like a comet to assume the look of a fixed star. Glaringly few established playwrights were represented, and none with distinction. Nor was there a truly good revival—or even much revived.
But 1953-54, no season of peaks, at least came off as an...
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