Édouard Louis's book is brought to life in a fierce performance A bare interior with tarnished walls, a single bed, and an oxygen tube. The stage seems to have been set for a Beckett play, but the figure who comes to inhabit this dejected enclosure for 90 minutes is grounded in a far different world. Powerful multitudes collide and combine in Ivo van Hove's adaptation of Who Killed My Father, the acclaimed French…
