Drab Kitchen-Sink Drama   [Pinter’s] plays seemed at the rise of the curtain to be drab kitchen-sink dramas . . . —⁠Richard Hornby, “Playing Chekhov,” The Hudson Review, Spring 2009   They had been married months, maybe less: weeks. Neither one knew how they’d turn out, between them, or on their own: she’d place among the cooks of […]

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