Gerald Weales (1925-2013) was a drama specialist, a sometimes reviewer of theater (retired from Commonweal after 25 years), author or editor of a great many books, most of which are now out of print (last chance to buy Canned Goods as Caviar, which the University of Chicago Press is letting go out of print). He subsequently wrote a yearly theater roundup for The Georgia Review. He graduated (A.B., M.A., Ph.D.) from Columbia so long ago that the trolleys were still running on upper Broadway when he began there. He lived in University City, Philadelphia.
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