In Maud Ventura’s “My Husband,” a Frenchwoman cannot stop surveilling her spouse: “I think of my husband all the time; I wish I could text him all day.”
In Maud Ventura’s “My Husband,” a Frenchwoman cannot stop surveilling her spouse: “I think of my husband all the time; I wish I could text him all day.”
In this excerpt from “August Wilson: A Life,” the playwright, on the cusp of stardom, is polishing off his latest play, “Fences,” at the O’Neill writers’ conference.