"The tragicomic elements of his own demise would have appealed to Leonard Melfi's artistic sense. Alcoholic playwright, once a name in theatrical circles, living alone in a single-room-occupancy hotel. He drinks, he writes, he is rushed to the hospital, he dies. The evaporation of his modest fame is so complete that he is buried in a pauper's grave, just before Christmas."
DAN BARRY and MEL GUSSOW, The New York Times
Published: April 17, 2002