"At the director David Cromer's shattering rendition of the play (Our Town) now running in Greenwich Village, it's impossible not to be moved by that Act III passage where the Stage Manager comes upon the graves of Civil War veterans in the town cemetery. "New Hampshire boys," he says, "had a notion that the Union ought to be kept together, though they'd never seen more than 50 miles of it themselves. All they knew was the name, friends — the United States of America. The United States of America. And they went and died about it."

Wilder was not a nostalgic, sentimental or jingoistic writer. Grover's Corners isn't populated by saints but by regular people, some frivolous and some ignorant and at least one suicidal. But when the narrator evokes a common national good and purpose — unfurling our country's full name in the rhetorical manner also favored by our current president — you feel the graveyard's chill wind. It's a trace memory of an American faith we soiled and buried with all our own nonsense in the first decade of our new century.

Retrieving that faith now requires extraordinary patience and optimism. "

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Thornton Wilder has a knack for surprising you brightly with the commonest words. "..and they went and died about it." My God.


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