Following is the link to the November 24, 2008 article on David Rabe and his work in The New Yorker.
Life and Letters
Land of Lost Souls
David Rabe’s America by John Lahr
On the wall of David Rabe’s television room, at his home in Connecticut, is a photograph of him as a football player at Loras Academy, the Catholic high school in Dubuque, Iowa, where he was a hard-driving running back and linebacker; in the image, he is being tackled, pushed into the dirt by three opponents. Rabe, now a large, white-haired sixty-eight-year-old with an athlete’s body and a writer’s stoop, writes the way he used to run: at full tilt, instinctively feeling for an opening, then plunging forward into the unknown. “I get a sentence, an idea, an image, and I start,” he said. “I don’t know anything beyond it. I follow it . . .
(Excerpts from David Rabe’s work are included in One on One: The Best Men’s Monologues for the 21st Century just published by Applause Theatre & Cinema Books.)