The Last Squash Tennis Player
Atlantic, The, January, 2002 by James Zug
One evening in the summer of 2000 my girlfriend and I went down to New York's financial district to see a play. This was unusual, because there are no active theaters far south in Manhattan. We arrived at the address, 21 South William Street, and found ourselves at the threshold of a long-defunct men's club.
Inside the Tudor-style seven-story building was the performance space for the U.S. premiere of The Designated Mourner , a play by Wallace Shawn that had opened in London in 1996. We walked past a hodgepodge of club debris—heavy dishes stacked on a bar that receded into darkness, stuffed moose heads gazing dully from a reading-room floor—and climbed rickety stairs to the fifth floor. The first half of the play was acted out in a room dominated by an old bed. The audience of thirty sat in moth-eaten velvet armchairs covered by blankets. For the second ...