The Little World Of David Merrick

The Little World of David Merrickbroadway's brilliant, asp-tongued grand panjandrun -- and how he got that wayWith the drapes drawn, David Merrick's office looks like the inside of a wound. Walls, hangings, sofa and carpet are all the color of hot, uncoagulated blood, and there are those who insist the blood is real -- squeezed from the army of actors, directors, stagehands, chorus girls and composers he employs, or drawn from the lacerations of the critics with whom he has dueled. This impressi...