Some playwrights storm to greatness, some proclaim their devotion to great virtue, and some achieve majesty by all the while seeming to seek after something smaller. Athol Fugard uses deceptively simple language and stories to explore vividly specific individuals, yet he makes every wrong step between them seem a natural metaphor for some larger collision of mankind. He knows that the domestic quarrel is the central tragedy of any age. It is this pained acuity about the buffeting nature of daily life, even more than his passionate denunciation of the social system in his native South Africa, that makes Fugard the...
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