You needn't be a lefty (as I am) for this dark allegory to hit. In telling the Kafka-esque story of a man on death row for being left-handed, Christopher Soucy bounces breezily from absurdist comedy to political satire to outright horror, eliciting chuckles on one page and chills the next. (Especially notable is the character of an eccentric fellow prisoner, whose litany of ridiculously over-the-top crimes is hilarious...right up until it's not.) A wild ride, and a warning.

Sometimes you read a play and you know your life won't be complete until you get to direct it or act in it. The play starts as a nice dark comedy. I was amused at the "The Pillowman" of it all. Much like McDonough, Soucy knows comedy makes the falls that much steeper. Light makes the darkness darker. You laugh. You look at the pretty colors. Populism sneaks up on society. It pokes at anger. It steals your face. It drives you to bloodlust and violence. Come and shed your masks. Cower at our violence. Fantastic work