CHICAGO My first encounter with David Mamet was not a pleasant one. It began on the night of May 25, 1979, when I watched in increasing dismay, the world premiere of his latest play, a musical called “Lone Canoe.” Back at the Chicago Sun-Times offices, I typed my review, which appeared in the next day’s paper with the headline “Lifeless and full of holes, Mamet’s ‘Lone Canoe’ sinks.” I was .