I’m told—though not by a reliable source—of a form of psychotherapy where they tie you to a table, tickle you, and shout, “Who’s the boss? Who’s the boss?” Whether such a cure really exists (and how effective it is) I’m not in a position to say, but the question “Who’s the boss” is one that, in one form or another, has dogged intellectual man for centuries. It has baffled philosophers and moralists and absorbed theologians. At the moment, it is puzzling audiences at the Manhattan Theater Club, where “The Day Room” opened last week to mixed reviews. A first play Continue reading

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