When I interviewed AUGUST WILSON in April in New Haven, Conn., he seemed like a man rejuvenated. The last of his 10-play cycle about the black experience in 20th century America was about to open at the Yale Repertory Theater, and he was looking forward to moving on, to projects he had long put off--a comedic play, a half-started novel, maybe even the movies. But just four months later, liver cancer was diagnosed, and he died last week at age 60, ensuring that his life would forever be defined by the great work that he spent more than two decades creating....
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