Especially when you call his brother after the president’s killer. So it goes with Lincoln and Booth, the street-smart siblings for whom destiny deals a cruel but familiar hand in Suzan-Lori Parks’s ghetto-blast of a play.
When your father names you after a dead American president, it’s bound to have an effect.
Especially when you call his brother after the president’s killer. So it goes with Lincoln and Booth, the street-smart siblings for whom destiny deals a cruel but familiar hand in Suzan-Lori Parks’s ghetto-blast of a play.