"Here, In the Parlor of Psalms," is a fascinating, mysterious, intriguing piece. I can easily imagine it spicing up an American history class, being part of a series of plays about American presidents (or their offspring) or just being used to excite actors and audience. It's a historical work with real 19th-century sounding language, but a very modern sensibility - how do we deal with guilt? How do we deal with a sense that if only we had done more, life would have been different? And how do we manage these strong and strange feelings that suddenly come over us?
"Here, In the Parlor of Psalms," is a fascinating, mysterious, intriguing piece. I can easily imagine it spicing up an American history class, being part of a series of plays about American presidents (or their offspring) or just being used to excite actors and audience. It's a historical work with real 19th-century sounding language, but a very modern sensibility - how do we deal with guilt? How do we deal with a sense that if only we had done more, life would have been different? And how do we manage these strong and strange feelings that suddenly come over us?