A wonderfully written play about an abysmally dysfunctional family. Cast of characters: a gay man, his crazy psychologist, his nutty twin sister, her husband, their infant, and the infant’s dead grandmother. It's full of delicious absurdities, funny non-sequiteurs, and maladaptive responses that offer samples of bizarre dialogue that had me, the reader, laughing aloud - even though the situations are often wrenching.
The very needy psychologist moves in with her ex-patient's sister and brother-in-law. By this time, she’s mutilated herself, partly to expiate her sins, partly in grief, after her last remaining patient, the gay twin, announces that he’s done with therapy.
The former patient holes up with his infant nephew in the nursery. He’s in mourning for his one true love, Simon, who died years earlier of AIDS. The new parents are off, with their baby, to Africa - oblivious, as it seems, to the dangers that may lurk. The baby's father, a dentist, chucks his profession in favor of a beret and paint palette, though all his paintings, many of them portraits, emerge as white canvases. A blind connoisseur can "see" them by feeling the brushstrokes.
It's all hilariously ludicrous while introducing serious tragedy. Thank you, Nicky Silver.