I have never met the great American Playwright David Mamet, but it’s not for lack of trying. I moved to Chicago to find him. He wasn’t there, and I got lost, for about 20 years.
I wrote about the rocky road away from home and back again to writing for the Sunday Independent. And thanks to my flatmate Dan for helping me find my way.
If you can’t open the link above, there’s a downloadable PDF here