In just the last few months, he reviewed three major new Broadway musicals (The Great Comet, Dear Evan Hansen, A Bronx Tale), a few prominent Off-Broadway shows (like Sweat), Kristin Chenoweth's concert at the Lunt-Fontanne, the revival of Falsettos. We're not exactly talking about shows running in church basements on the Lower East Side. The idea that Isherwood was kept from reviewing A-list shows is preposterous; and even if it was true, he's not the chief theater critic.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body