Rolin on Life’s River: From Woodland Hills to L.A., via New Haven
Yet, Rolin Jones, quickly upends expectations when he sits down to meet me with a glass of ice cold milk and a slice of strawberry rhubarb pie. The pie along with his wry smile and sharp sense of humor is disarming. Before I can ask him a question, he inquires after my health and a medical procedure that delayed our meeting.--BY MAUREEN LENKER
“The Whiskey Maiden” Reconsidered
What’s bracing is that everything O’Neill tackled has been thoroughly reconceived in century-later terms, most impressively in some of the most originally-wrought dialogue I’ve heard in a long while: snappy, cryptic, cynical and ingenuous all at the same time. Better still, Kelley’s own production transforms what might read stilted on the page into something rich and strange and alive.-- BY MYRON MEISEL
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