(There should be an emphasis on the second syllable for the first word, and an emphasis on the first syllable in the second word.)
Playwright August Wilson, author of a ten-play cycle outlining black life in America in the 20th Century has died at the age of 60 from liver cancer. This saddens me greatly, as I felt he had a lot more to offer.
I’ve seen two of his plays (Ma Rainey, Fences) on stage, and one (The Piano Lesson) on television. It was announced last month that Broadway's Virginia Theatre will be renamed for Wilson two weeks from today. If you haven’t done so already, check out an August Wilson play.
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That TV Piano Lesson was, if memory serves, pretty damn good, too, and faithful to the play. One of the obits I read indicated that it served as the lone exception to Wilson's aversion to letting his plays become films. I wonder why he made the exception? I also wonder if his estate will continue that poilcy or if we will soon see a slew of film projects start to get bandied about.
My guess, and it's only that, is that he could visualize how it could be adapted faithfully. And/or he trusted the screenwriter and director.
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