At first an off-shoot of the New York Review of Books, it was born in the Winter of Discontent, when the TLS had ceased to appear owing to strike action. . . . Only weeks later, however, and the TLS resurfaced; the New York Review of Books, as Wilmers puts it, ‘sloughed off’ its British baby.
Harold Pinter’s The Birthday Party was “an insane and pointless play”. Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett was described as “an interminable verbal labyrinth” while Cat on a Hot Tin Roof had Tennessee Williams “vomiting up the recurring theme of his not-too-subconscious where the gentlewoman is debased”.