SORRY

Apologies to Lisa Schiffren, whose review last week of playwright Wendy Wasserstein’s An American Daughter had its concluding line amputated by a technical glitch at the printer (yes, it really does happen that way sometimes). Here is the last paragraph, as it should have appeared:

“And now, the voters are rejecting all the good they want to do. Twenty years into what will undoubtedly be a chronicle of their lives from college to death, Wendy Wasserstein’s uncommon women are uncommonly unhappy, their lives a mockery of all that early promise.”