John Osborne was one of the nastiest men I ever met.
The playwright reserved a special venom for critics and women he didn't fancy, and I fitted into both categories. My husband, theater critic Sheridan Morley, treasures a postcard from him, written in the name of the "Playwrights' Mafia." It reads: "Watch out behind you on dark nights, Fatty Morley."
The fun doesn't abate for one unamusing instant.
"Now I can only say that I lost because all three of us sucked," Rapp said sardonically in a phone interview yesterday from a New York restaurant. "There is so little support for American th…
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