The life and tragic death of Jonathan Larson is a now-legendary "What If?" in Broadway history... what if Jonathan Larson had lived to see RENT open?
The show certainly wouldn't have drawn as much initial attention. Would it have eventually gained attention on the strengths of merits? Would it have been remembered for its run and live on in small regional productions? Would it transfer uptown but be found too big for its britches and not last long as many have since? There are so many possible ways the show could have gone, what actually played out is almost indisputably the best-case scenario for the show's reception. Short of actually curing the world of AIDS somehow, RENT got to live out every possible dream a show could have.
Of course, the other side of the "What If?" coin is... what would Larson have done with it between transfers, and what would Larson have written after it? Even more than focusing on the unwinnable debate about RENT's alternate paths had Larson lived, I prefer to mourn for what could have been to come had he had more time to write.
That said, I love BuzzFeed sometimes and Alyssa Rosenberg was tweeting last night about RENT as they wrote this listicle. Her tweets tore the story's plotholes to shreds and were hilarious. The show works in its moment as a powerful and propulsive piece, but man in the light of day the story evaporates into a cloud of illogic.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.