What Is the Question?
“MOLLY, I JUST RAN INTO JOHN GUARE ON THE street. He is looking for an assistant. I gave him your name and he said for you to come interview tomorrow morning.”
When a friend calls in the middle of the day, you’re liable to think someone has died. But this message was somehow even more unbelievable. Without remembering that I was scheduled to work a double shift at my bar the next day, I immediately responded, “I’ll be there.”
This is how I came to interview for a position with John Guare in full cocktail-waitress blacks, black apron in my bag.
“You’re not a writer?” he asks.
“No, I’m a director.”
“Do you have a driver’s license?”
“I do.”
“Okay. Let’s get to work.”
I had never seen a writer construct a play before. John was working on , a play that eventually became (premiered at Lincoln Center Theater earlier this year). My first job was to dig into the play’s paper files, which John kept in a
