The Little World Of David Merrick
October, 1963
broadway'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 impression is heightened by the stage pro...
