Resurrections: College-Town Comedy Rapture, Blister, Burn Is a Surprisingly Entertaining Précis of Feminism’s History
“To Phyllis Schlafly!”
It’s the start of a toast at the end of Rapture, Blister, Burn, which opened last night at Playwrights Horizons, and it’s an exhortation—admiration for the 1970s antifeminist activist, meant unironically, or at least mostly so—that you don’t hear every day in modern New York, whether at a dinner party or in a smart, clever, serious play by a talented, witty, thoughtful young playwright. Read More
