Gray's monologues are an American treasure, giving voice to our unspoken fears and ambitions. This time he takes on the shattering experience of trying to own a home, telling the story of "the little house that cried."
The video version of this was my first exposure to Spalding Gray, and I've been watching & reading ever since. It broke my heart when they finally found his body; I guess I was hoping he'd just chucked it all & gone off the grid for a while (maybe back to the "little house that cried"???)
People ought to not laugh as much as do when he talks. I can understand a smirk or an exhale or two, but there was, at times, a full-on riot of laughter. I didn't think it was right because it seemed to like the guy was pouring his heart out.
Spalding had the talent to make something out of nothing. A quite fascinating individual, and one that I have never encountered a monologue that I didn't like.
Not quite a book, but I'm on a quest to find everything Spalding Gray has ever done. The man is a master storyteller and is able to make the mundanity of life hilarious.