by thecustomhouse

After reading Fool For Love in one breathless sitting, I’m looking forward to seeing Sam Shepard’s new play and reading True West and Buried Child.   The NYT Review called his work the poetry of loneliness:

“Homelessness is the primary existential condition in Mr. Shepard’s universe, even when you’re at home. As for any secure sense of identity, forget about it. Shadows and substance blur confusingly, and personal histories seem to change on a whim.”

I love photographs of him with Jessica Lange.