TDR has never believed the reviewing of New York productions to be one of its functions. It does not now. But in the case of Arthur Adamov's PING-PONG an exception must be made. Adamov is an important and imaginative dramatist. Together with Duerrenmatt, Beckett, Ionesco, and Ghelderode, he is opening up new territories for the theatre zuhich other playwrights (and audiences) must also explore if our theatre is ever to go beyond the narrow and mechanical limits of naturalism. We regret that the New York critics rejected this play and believe they have done our theatre a disservice. What follows is our dissenting opinion. The Grove Press, which has done more than any other publisher to make good translations of the work of the new dramatists of Europe available to American readers, has recently published PING-PONG in both cloth and paper bound editions.