Sarah Ruhl's new book

Is something that I do not own, but would like to. Just in case Santa is wondering. I came across it on the NYTimes 100 Best Books of the Year article. This passage stuck out to me in the review:

 “I like to look at people’s faces when they are waiting,” she writes. “Things we used to wait for: the news, mercury in a thermometer to rise, letters from overseas, boats to come in from whaling expeditions, the fifth act, the fifth course, a turkey to roast in the oven, a pig to roast on a spit, the phone to ring, a tape to rewind. . . . And if waiting is lost, then will all the unconscious processes that take place during waiting get lost? And then might we see the death of the unconscious and the death of culture?”

From Ruhl's book 100 Essays I Don't Have Time to Write