I know. You're thinking, "Do we really need another neo-expressionist memory play about sexual expression, the pursuit of faith, 20th century neurodivergence, honesty versus love, home appliances, and the difference between werewolf erotica and werewolf porn?" I PROMISE YOU THIS ONE IS DIFFERENT!
Truthfully, I've read nothing quite like it. Bray employs brazen theatricality and a linguistic symphony to tell a story of family, creativity, romance, and dreams that's as down to earth as it is lofty. It's a beautiful paradox of lovely characters, inspired silliness, and mesmerizing style.
I...
I know. You're thinking, "Do we really need another neo-expressionist memory play about sexual expression, the pursuit of faith, 20th century neurodivergence, honesty versus love, home appliances, and the difference between werewolf erotica and werewolf porn?" I PROMISE YOU THIS ONE IS DIFFERENT!
Truthfully, I've read nothing quite like it. Bray employs brazen theatricality and a linguistic symphony to tell a story of family, creativity, romance, and dreams that's as down to earth as it is lofty. It's a beautiful paradox of lovely characters, inspired silliness, and mesmerizing style.
I adore this play and everyone in it.