I'm furious! I do not read John Busser plays to FEEL THINGS! And if I so ambushed, I expect, nay REQUIRE, those feelings to be horror, dread and/or outrage. The last thing I want is an elegant, simply rendered story about living with unexpected reminders of profound loss couched in the ironic hope that those souvenirs will keep surfacing over time, keeping one in a suspended state of love and grief as life moves on. Nor do I need him making me cry in under 60 seconds!!! I feel so betrayed.
I'm furious! I do not read John Busser plays to FEEL THINGS! And if I so ambushed, I expect, nay REQUIRE, those feelings to be horror, dread and/or outrage. The last thing I want is an elegant, simply rendered story about living with unexpected reminders of profound loss couched in the ironic hope that those souvenirs will keep surfacing over time, keeping one in a suspended state of love and grief as life moves on. Nor do I need him making me cry in under 60 seconds!!! I feel so betrayed.