New York City
Eugene O’Neill’s Ah, Wilderness! takes place exactly one hundred years ago this coming July 4th before the first World War, before Prohibition, before the Stock Market crash and the Great Depression. It was in actuality a tranquil summer for the young playwright to be. His father was home and not touring, his mother was in temporary abstinence from the morphine to which she was addicted and O’Neill must have wished it could have gone on that way for much longer.