Martin McDonagh sits cross-legged on a bed, giving a visiting journalist the only comfortable chair in the ill-furnished brownstone apartment on Manhattan's Upper West Side that has been the playwright's home for the past two months. A TV set, perched uncertainly on a table in the corner, flickers soundlessly. When not at rehearsals, the London native has been giving himself a crash course in American TV. Tops on his list of discoveries: South Park and the fights on Jerry Springer.
It's a typical scene from the life of a struggling writer in New York City--except that McDonagh is hardly struggling anymore....
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