One day you’re happily practicing law,
when someone asks you to write a newspaper column. And then someone else asks you to review theater. And suddenly you realize you’re doing what you’d always planned to do, but somehow hadn’t quite gotten around to before. Even though you still hold a day job, you’re now a working writer…
One day you’re happily practicing law,
when someone asks you to write a newspaper column. And then someone else asks you to review theater. And suddenly you realize you’re doing what you’d always planned to do, but somehow hadn’t quite gotten around to before. Even though you still hold a day job, you’re now a working writer…
You find you have an audience: And then you rediscover a forgotten old ambition not just to review plays but write them. You start doing that too, and at about that point it becomes obvious: practicing law is taking too much of your time.
You retire–and there you are: nothing but a writer.
You find you have an audience: And then you rediscover a forgotten old ambition not just to review plays but write them. You start doing that too, and at about that point it becomes obvious: practicing law is taking too much of your time.
You retire–and there you are: nothing but a writer.
I Am Jack L.B. Gohn
The above of course oversimplifies the history that lies behind this website. I maintained an earlier blog that enshrined a decade and a half of my columns and reviews – but also a lot of other things. As my writing has refocused, though, it’s time to do the same with my blogging. This site, then, is strictly for my reviews and my plays – which I find are not always that separate in their concerns. All my writings address human desires and aspirations with a reverence for facts and principles. You can’t run a society or write a play well without candor, consistency, or a sense of humaneness and decency. The critic and the creator: both of them are guard dogs protecting these values.
When you’re the age I am now (70 at this writing), a life is complicated to summarize. But here are some nuggets. I lived in London and Vienna before coming to the United States, and grew up mainly in Ann Arbor. I was writing plays and stories as early as grade school. My undergraduate years at the University of Pennsylvania, where I first reviewed theater, for the college paper, were succeeded by graduate study at the Johns Hopkins University, where I earned a doctorate in English Literature. I thought that teaching would provide an easy on-ramp into a writer’s life – but teaching itself didn’t happen, jobs being vanishingly scarce. Instead, I did some freelance journalism, until I blundered into law school, which surprisingly turned out to be a great fit and a great time, and the entrée to a wonderful law career. But even with a full-time practice, I never really stopped writing, whether it was book criticism for the old Baltimore Sunday Sun, drama criticism in the Baltimore Business Journal, or one-off pieces in odd places like The Wall Street Journal or the website of the Baltimore Symphony. Getting to the point where I decided I wanted to be a writer and nothing else was just a matter of time – and of picking up some steady gigs like a column and my current reviewing post, BroadwayWorld.com.
Seven decades have taught me two apparently contradictory lessons: a) even at a fairly advanced age, you can still make a great deal of your life, and b) it can all be taken from you tomorrow. We all live on that knife edge, but the older you get, the more deeply you know it. As I write these words, I’m in a good place, happy with family, blessed with friends, and still excited by putting new things on the page. At the same time, I’m acutely aware that none of this will last forever. This website will chronicle how much more creativity I can pull off before night comes.