Poor Bernard Weinraub's all upset because the New York Times—his old paper— gave his very first play, which is about the Holocaust, a bad, mean-spirited review, and he went running to his old bestie Nikki Finke to complain. He's upset because, since he used to work at the Times, the paper assigned a freelancer to review it, and the review was so awful (at least in Bernie's eyes) that he simply had to assume a conspiracy was afoot. After all, such publications as Newsday and the New York Sun (which, let's face it, would probably give a rave review to a backyard performance by a bunch of goats if it was about the Holocaust) liked it! So what the hey, Times?