THE HEIDI CHRONICLES
By Wendy Wasserstein
Where else would a baby boomer's memoir play begin but at a high school sock hop? The smartest girl in class sits alone, of course, equally terrified that no one will ask her to dance or that someone may. Where would the action predictably jump to next but a combined college mixer and "Clean for Gene" McCarthy rally? What way stations are then more obligatory than a protest, a consciousness-rais ing session, a TV talk show and a mistrustfully viewed "ladies' lunch"?
As a portrait of a generation, Wendy Wasserstein's new play is more documentary...
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