Los Angeles

Jan Munroe

Burbage Theatre

Dying dads invariably push witnessing children off psychic cliffs: into a hotbed of treacherous narrative material. The desire to inflate a father to mythic proportions, and to kill him again in the retelling of the story that terminated his life, might be considered a natural, or historically intuitive, (oedipal) urge.

Writer/performer Jan Munroe addressed the death of his father under the title Nothing Human Disgusts Me, 1992, and managed to keep this gargantuan project small: the tour includes his extended southern family (a picaresque group) and his once brilliant, now schizophrenic junk-collecting mother, who speaks nine languages at the same time, and who for Halloween dyed her hair green, tied herself to a tree, and barked at trick-or-treaters.

With the exception of a stool that Munroe occasionally sat on, and two metal folding chairs that he’d touch, address, and gesture at, the

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