The play's the thing, Unless it's the book

Last night I read Rabe's Sticks and Bones, a play I hadn't seen since working at the New York Shakespeare Festival. When it was first presented audiences were vomiting and fainting during the cutting scene -- Ozzie and Harriet help their home-from-the-war son to slit his wrists. Immediately after that I began Williams' Baby Doll. Rabe moves but Williams is magic. In the library I also came across a book that lists every book Hemingway read between 1910 and 1940. 814 books. It's on the net. Wow!