A LESSON FROM ROBERT WHITEHEAD
I wrote my first play, The Saintliness of Margery Kempe, during the two years I spent as an enlisted man in the Marine Corps, from 1951 until 1953.
During my year at Yale, something happened which had an effect on my whole life. It was there, at a tea in the Elizabethan Club with a literary gentleman named Paul Pickerel that I first heard of Margery Kempe. She was a medieval woman who had written one of the first autobiographies in English. She was determined to be somebody, and, at the time, saintliness was one of the few occupations open to a woman with such ambitions. MORE...