Terrence McNally describes this book as sorting through the trash can of a genius, which is a pretty accurate assessment of the experience of reading these short plays. It almost feels like I’m reading williams’ inferior peers, and I feel a sense of guilt for reading the unpublished works akin to the guilt of reading Go Set a Watchman ~6 years ago. It’s interesting to see thematic connections between his works and how his writing/theatrical exploration shifted over time, but they are also clearly drafts of his work.
The notable exception here is “Interior: Panic,” which serves as a predecessor for perhaps his most acclaimed play A Streetcar Named Desire. It was the only time reading that I was enraptured by the work, the theatrical opportunities flying off the page, adding possibly more depth to Streetcar. Williams is my favorite playwright and the one act served as a necessary reminder for Why he is my favorite playwright. Brilliant.
Also no one really captures 20th century America quite like Williams. The eternal ghosts of the south. The midwest in decay. Interestingly, McNally describes feeling close to Williams living in Key West. In some sense of probably misplaced pride, I feel like I ~get~ Williams more than a lot of my peers by having grown up on the Mississippi Delta (probably the most common location of his writing).