Athol Fugard lives in the bush country just outside the industrial town of Port Elizabeth, South Africa, not far from where he was born one month shy of 50 years ago. In his plays, he has been a burning bush to his countrymen and the world, bearing witness to the curse and the devastating human cost of apartheid.
A diminutive figure with a pepper-and-salt beard, an ascetic mien and a tempered voice, Fugard is no firebrand. His assaults on apartheid have been more elliptical than frontal, but that has not spared him the insidious...
To continue reading:
or
Log-In
