How far out is too far for you? How about a play Set in a Fragment of the Collective Psyche in which catastrophe reduces a man and a woman to a primal state in which they cannot even remember their own names; they become so uncomfortable in the tattered clothing of civilization they discard it and embark on a new life, simple and primitive. A baby arrives, soon followed by interlopers, each of whom dictates how they must live and to whom they own obsequiousness. Dealing with and debunking these intruders gradually returns them to a more civilized state in which they clothe themselves, figuratively and literally….By the way, there are a lot of laughs too.

Is my play, Out There, too far out for you? If it’s within your purview I’ll be pleased to send it to you.

Frank O’Donnell

PS. I have a novel in print and here’s the link:www.thewitchofgreenwichvillage.com