We gave it a C-
”I despise restful art,” said American playwright Edward Albee — so he should loathe this truckling authorized biography that makes him seem equally bland. Gussow, a New York Times critic who’s known the dramatist since Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? scorched Broadway in 1962, cautiously recounts his friend’s life — his tormented relationship with his adoptive mother, his professional rise, fall, and rebirth with the Pulitzer Prize-winning Three Tall Women, his homosexuality, his alcoholism — invariably ceding to the smug luxury of hindsight (both his and Albee’s) for his slant. Edward Albee: A Singular Journey is a flattening human inventory without any sense of an unfolding life.