I find it challenging to review the playtext of Mark Rosenblatt's 'Giant.' I saw the play, starring the magnificent John Lithgow, on Broadway last week. I was so taken with it that I purchased the script at the Music Box Theater's swag booth after the show. While reading it today, I heard each line of dialogue in the actors' voices. I saw each gesture, each expression, with their interpretations. In short, I can't review this book as its own, independent work of art. My impressions are inextricably linked with my theatergoing experience.
With that in mind, I'll note that I devoured this edition of the play. From the playful first act through to the devastating finale, I enjoyed observing playwright Rosenblatt sow the plot's seeds and nurture them to fruition. The play itself, about a spoiled artist facing (and embracing!) his own antisemitism, treads serious and timeless ground while holding special relevance for the current moment. This is a thoughtful, funny, angry play. It's worthy of consideration, of conversation, of seeing and reading.
But is it that good because of the words on the page, or the actors on the stage? I don't know. Either or both ways, I loved it.