The Twenty Seventh Man

There was a moment—a long moment that lasted about 7 minutes, while I was watching The Twenty Seventh Man at The Public Theater, while watching an actor who knows Yiddish, in a production that understands Jewish history, by a writer who is confident enough in Jewish history to create a deep work of imagination that grows from it (and who I saw in the lobby before the show) when I thought to myself, "This is why I live in New York."