Clayton Hamilton was an influential American critic, playwright, and educator who made significant contributions to the field of drama in the early 20th century. He was particularly known for his work in promoting the appreciation of modern theater and for his critical essays that explored the dynamics of playwriting and performance. Hamilton's writings often emphasized the importance of realism in theater, advocating for a departure from the melodramatic styles that had dominated the stage. His notable works include 'The Theory of the Theatre' and 'The Art of the Playwright,' which provided insights into the craft of playwriting and the role of the playwright in society. In addition to his critical work, Hamilton was a prolific playwright, creating several plays that were performed during his lifetime. His contributions to theater extended beyond writing, as he also served as a professor and mentor to many aspiring playwrights, helping to shape the next generation of American theater artists. Hamilton's legacy lies in his efforts to elevate the status of theater as a serious art form and his role in fostering a deeper understanding of the complexities of dramatic literature. His advocacy for realism and his critical insights continue to influence theater studies and playwriting today.
“It's always the accent that drives you American women crazy. I'd no idea you fancied it, too…” he trailed off.“Oooh, fancied it. Say more like that,” I begged, smiling into the pillow.“Like what, Grace?”“Talk British to me,” I whispered, only half joking.“Dustbins.”“More,” I encouraged.“Crumpets.”“More!” I demanded.“Knickers.”If I could hear Jack Hamilton say a second word for the rest of my life, it would be knickers.“Say put another shrimp on the barbie!” I cried.“Grace, that's Australian,” he chided.“Say it!”“Fine. Put another shrimp on the barbie. Bloody hell,” he muttered.“Aaaahhhhhhh!” I screamed into the phone.””
“What time was that email sent?" I asked, with my own cocky grin beginning to form across my face. Sara clicked around a few times and then said, "Two-oh-seven a.m." "Shit," Jack said quietyly while I laughed aloud. "I knew it! Your are so busted, Hamilton!" I cried. I was teasing him, but inwardly I was dancing like an imbecile.””
“Taxis are useful in this town, aren’t they?” Clayton mused. “So perfectly anonymous. And they all look the same.””