{"id":2396,"date":"2005-02-11T13:48:47","date_gmt":"2005-02-11T18:48:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=2396"},"modified":"2022-10-09T15:55:59","modified_gmt":"2022-10-09T19:55:59","slug":"rip-arthur-miller","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=2396","title":{"rendered":"R.I.P. Arthur Miller"},"content":{"rendered":"

A long obituary in The New York Times<\/i><\/a> – it looks back over Miller’s extraordinary career. His later plays are, indeed, didactic (he always had a bit of the autodidact about him) – and the plays at the end of his life were much more issue-oriented, rather than character-oriented. Every playwright has a progression. Tennessee Williams, while he has an enormous body of work, spanning decades, will primarily be known for the plays he wrote in the 1940s and 1950s – when he reached his peak. Miller reached the pinnacle of his creative energies at the same time.<\/p>\n

I’m pretty broken up about this. In a way, my own interest in acting, in theatre, in being an actress, can be traced back to my first encounters with reading Arthur Miller’s plays. It’s very personal, I guess. Who he is for me. He’s one of THOSE people. His life, his work, really means<\/i> something to me. And it always will, I suppose. I guess I just need to grieve the passing of this man.<\/p>\n