Some writers really do seem superhuman, and not in that Pynchonian “this guy knows everything about everything everywhere ever” sense; more in the sense of “How do you write so many, many things, Mr. King?” Actually, in the case of Sir Alan Ayckbourn, the better comparison is probably P.G. Wodehouse, who wrote upwards of ninety novels, all in roughly the same style and with roughly the same tone (no polemicist, that Sir Pelham) and died, at 93, with a page from an unfinished one still rolled into his typewriter. Light entertainments, perfectly told, to be sure – there isn’t one particular book you’d want to start with; if you want to read Wodehouse, just grab one – and all sort of variations on the same theme, but ninety, yeesh. (Don’t let’s talk about Georges Simenon at all.) Two River Theater Co., out of Red Bank, is staging Ayckbourn’s My Wonderful Day through June 3, and it might not be perfect, but – seventy-six plays. (FULL ARTICLE: Peter Filichia, Newark Star-Ledger)