Yes, it popped into my head after I posted. Goldman writes hysterically about the audience storming out at various points throughout the performance of Leda Had a Little Swan.
If ever anyone says we're having a bad season on Broadway, just direct them to pick up The Season. 1967-1968, the season that Goldman wrote about, was loaded with disasters, culminating in four of the most lackluster Best Musical nominees ever: Hallelujah, Baby!, The Happy Time, Illya Darling and How Now, Dow Jones (although I rather like all four of them).
Begin at the beginning and go on till you come to the end: then stop.