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May 2, 2001

Voices go hurtling to heaven in August Wilson’s ”King Hedley II,” gut-deep cries of confusion that keep pushing toward some elusive ecstasy of understanding. A 35-year-old grandmother angrily imagines the impact of the random killing of a child on its mother. Two men of different generations slowly summon the heat that drove each to commit murder. A former nightclub singer speaks of the day she realized her hair had turned gray and of the sexual healing she sought in response.

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