NEW YORK TIMES
January 17, 2012
Those Who Seek to Make Art Often Find Themselves Alone
By BEN BRANTLEY
As Rosemary Harris says the word, “darkness” is a thing with tentacles that clutch and choke and smother. It erupts from her with a soul-deep rumble late in the first act of Athol Fugard’s “Road to Mecca,” which opened on Tuesday night at the American Airlines Theater. And once Ms. Harris has said “darkness”— or said it that way — it’s impossible to look on her character or the play in which she appears with the comfort of detachment.
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