I keep reading her books and keep having this reaction. She picks big, interesting ideas and themes that get me really excited, and then I read them and get the sense that she never really had anything much to say.

Although I'll concede it's *quite* funny in the Year of Our Lord 2025 to see a twink on TV say "If you want to get me pregnant, you're going to have to work a bit harder at your homework, daddy."

Even the basic premise of "NY Housing is expensive, which is why we live here" feels way, WAY too timid to be relevant in 2025.

"At the risk of being didactic..." writes @drfionamoore.bsky.social in her feedback, before making a wonderful suggestion that recontextualizes the entire story and makes it obvious how I fix the ending. 😅

The suggestion seems to be that they're revising it. But. 👀

That said, I saw BoM for the first time a few months ago, and wasn't convinced you could stage it as a *new* show today. There's something very uncomfortable about West End actors depicting dirt-poor, naive, brutalised, AIDS-suffering Ugandans on stage while a white audience laughs.

It's hard to make anything impervious to bad readings. See how many people miss the point of Fight Club or the Northman, or Coppola making two sequels to the Godfather just to underline "Michael is the villain" with ever-increasing emphasis.

The trans.

The Lynch.

The VISUALS.