André Bishop worries. That much is clear. Within the generous confines of his warmth and support, you can sense the worry. It never robs him of wit, and it never stops that sly, conspiratorial smile, but he worries.
You would, too! After all, he’s run two consecutive and wildly successful theater endeavors (the only person I’ve ever known to turn the trick twice): first, Playwrights Horizons, which he inherited from its progenitor, Bob Moss, turning it into one of the most prolific and important of Off Broadway birth sites, and for the past 25 years Lincoln Center Theater, with its trio of beautiful performance spaces, tucked like Russian dolls into an elegant corner of the Upper West Side, where classics, premieres, debuts, and spectacle vie for attention, bumping up against…
