"An unabashed paean to the fourth estate, or at least the Fleet Street branch, and those knights-errant who rode out on crusades to far-flung lands in search of a scoop, a snapshot, booze, a fair maiden and a working telex, not always in that order."--New York Times

"Stimulating [and] consistently funny."--Boston Globe

"Witty, imaginative, and theatrical."--Houston Chronicle

"A high-stakes, high-minded drama loaded with zingy speeches about the virtues and vices of the fourth estate."--Washington Post

"A masterpiece."--Weekly Standard

"This funny, exciting and thoughtful drama makes all Stoppard's other plays look like so many nursery games . . . It contains a scalding attack on the vulgarities of the gutter Press--and then defends them. But his central point stands unassailed: If you have a free Press, everything is correctable, and without, it everything is concealable."--Telegraph (UK)

"Stoppard turns in his license as a brilliant comedian of ideas for a new 'seriousness' . . . Night and Day shows this dazzling playwright very much in transition."--Newsweek

"Night and Day finds Stoppard in an interesting transitional phrase where, without shelving his own mad cap, he is trying on Bernard Shaw's dialectical beard."--Time