The Fever, a monologue written and realized by my beloved uncle Wallace Shawn, opened this week at the Acorn Theater in midtown Manhattan. Scott Elliott, the dramatic mastermind behind last year´s HurlyBurly, is directing the production for the New Group.
Whatever you do, do not believe the review today in the New York Times (which I will NOT link here), which includes some ridiculous drivel about the play running on too long. I have not seen the current production, but the two other times I have seen Wally do the play, they were not a second too long nor a second too short. They were perfect.
All of Wally´s plays are thought-provoking. This is one of the reasons I like them. The Fever is one of my absolute favorites. Granted, it can be difficult to accept some of the ugly thoughts and feelings that the play evokes, but that´s the point, dummy. The play addresses topics I think about constantly, including the discomfort that (relatively) rich visitors feel when travelling in (relatively) poor countries. But enough of my commentary--go see the play yourself. Wish I could be there too.