Lahr’s book is billed as a comprehensive, stand-alone account of Williams’s turbulent life, it treats the playwright’s “Memoirs” as required reading to get the fullest sense of his private voice and exploits. There’s a lot more craziness where that came from. Lahr’s intricately detailed “Tennessee Williams,” with a subtitle from a Williams diary, “Mad Pilgrimage of the Flesh,” is so fully packed with such oddities that he doesn’t even stop to comment on the theme park concept. Would the hapless visitor be able to share the sexual warfare of “A Streetcar Named Desire”? The cannibalism of “Suddenly, Last Summer”? The castration of “Sweet Bird of Youth”? Mr. That idea, excavated by John Lahr from a Tennessee Williams collection at the University of Texas, is so terrible that it’s worth a moment’s pause. His battiest complaint: She planned to open a Tennessee Williams theme park after his death. Late in life, when he had become unmanageably paranoid, Tennessee Williams fired Audrey Wood, who had been his devoted agent for 30 years.
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