By the age of twenty-one, Eugene O’Neill had dropped out of Princeton, fathered a child and caught syphilis on a trip through South America. He was, in his own words, “the Irish luck kid,” blessed in a strange way with misfortune. Yet he went on to win a Pulitzer eleven years later. How did he do it? In the LRB, John Lahr reads a new biography of the playwright.
“Maybe everything is an organized mess at high speed”: in one of the more deeply buried leads in history, Brad Listi announces The Nervous Breakdown‘s new publishing imprint. And yes, I could just send you to the official press release, but I loved this piece.