"But then I met James Lapine." Thus ends, on a cliffhanger worthy of an artist who cherishes a passion for mystery tales, the first volume of Stephen Sondheim's collected lyrics, published last fall and already well thumbed and argued over by this composer-lyricist's legion of passionate admirers, second only to Wagnerians in their obsessive dedication.
SOURCE: The New York Times at 09:06AM on December 10, 2011