Well, I'll go to the foot of our stairs. You're a long way from home, DT, which may account for your whimsical comments.
Alas, I didn't see The Glass Menagerie in its initial production with Eddy Dowling but I have, over several years, seen around a dozen different productions. Lifetime I've seen something like 2,400 plays of all stripe and persuasion, from those four cats writing out of Athens in the fifth century BC through to the present season.
My point is dishonesty. You mentioned the Orestaia but I wouldn't necessarily say that Gene O'Neill ripped off The House Of Atreus and turned it into Mourning Becomes Electra. The playgoers of the twenties and thirties were, in some ways, the elite of society and, by definition, reasonably erudite, so they would have little problem reading Agammemnon for Ezra Mannon, Electra of Lavinia, Orestes for Orin and the War Between The States for the Trojan War. Rather than ripping off Sophocles/Euripedes/Aeschylus O'Neill was merely plucking a still-wet tragedy out of the ether and wringing a new setting out of it which may, or may not, have introduced a twentieth century audience to ancient Greek theater.
My quarrel with the cat who ripped of Tom Williams is that NOWHERE did he nod to Tom Williams and say 'he got there before me, folks, but I thought I'd put a spin on him'. I accept that he threw in minor changes, such as a larger dysfunctional family and a different country, but WHY, for christ's sake, didn't he have the wit to move the time-frame either forwards (50s/60s) or backwards (20s) so as not to make it so blatant. As I mentioned when I started this thread, back in the day Bernard Slade wrote a hit play called Same Time, Next Year, in which two young people, already in relationships/marriage, enjoy a one-night stand so much that they agree to repeat it on the same weekend EVERY year. They do so successfully for something like 30 years even though they are both happily married and have no intention of meeting more often.
This year, or perhaps last, a British writer used the exact same theme for a novel entitled 'One Day', which was released as a film earlier this year. Luckily this time many people who saw the film noticed the rip-off and began writing to newspapers etc.
I'm thinking of writing a song entitled 'I Have You Beneath My Dermis' but I'm not ripping off Cole Porter. Perish the thought.
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