"The play is memory," declares the narrator of The Glass Menagerie. In the poignant, powerful 50th-anniversary revival that has just begun a limited run on Broadway, the memory in question is clearly that of Tennessee Williams. A large photograph of the playwright looms over the set that confronts the arriving audience. Cigarette holder in hand, he contemplates a written page. After the houselights dim, a young man comes on stage and begins to type. The projection changes to a blank piece of paper. The young man lights a cigarette, then addresses the audience, his wry drawl and courtliness gently recalling Williams...
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