Raise your hand for the mysterious Princess Puffer! Give a shout-out for the exotic Helena Landless! Insist, if you will, on blackening the name of the dew-dappled ingénue Rosa Bud! The pop songwriter Rupert Holmes, who wrote the book, music and lyrics for this delectable trifle of a show (and took home two Tony Awards for his work), refashioned the novel into a live parlor game for theatergoers, tossing the crucial question - who slew Edwin Drood? - into the lap of the audience in the show’s finale. And with the explosion of social media inspiring a taste for talking back, the time seems especially ripe for the Roundabout Theater Company’s boisterous revival of “The Mystery of Edwin Drood,” the 1985 Broadway musical that allows audiences to savor the satisfactions of impersonating Miss Marple or Hercule Poirot, pointing an accusatory finger at a cowering culprit.Ĭharles Dickens died before finishing the novel of the title, leaving all sorts of questions hovering in the soupy air of the provincial English town where the story is primarily set.
That immemorial question still drives readers to the bookshelves or, these days, to any number of glow-in-the-dark devices.
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