Churchgoer. Gymgoer. Fundraising executive. Devoted spouse, son and colleague.
This is the trickster of Los Angeles theater? My, but Tom Jacobson’s still waters run deep.
He is, after all, the playwright who gathers Oscar Wilde, Bram Stoker and Arthur Conan Doyle for an encounter with what might be a vampire or, even scarier, the embodiment of hidden desires (“Tainted Blood”); who turns an acting audition into a conduit for the ghosts of a ruinous 1914 same-sex vice sting (“