A spiderlike manipulator plays on the insecurities and paranoia of others to maintain his influence…and to satisfy his cruelty jones.
An ordinary neighborhood. Filled with ordinary folks. A flower merchant. A businesswoman. A skater dude. A depressed, part-time circus clown. A somewhat deranged but generally benign homeless person. And Grandamnus: one mean, evil, vengeful, brilliant son-of-a-bitch. Hilarity ensues. Seriously.
Full length, one-act satire. Three women, four men.
- May 1998, Toad City Productions, Portland, Oregon; full production.
- February 1996, Daily Planet Theatre Company, Portland, Oregon; staged reading.
About Writing: The Continuing Adventures of Mr. Grandamnus
I wrote this in the Nineties, when Republicans had control of Congress, and were busy impeaching Bill Clinton for being a horndog, even as they casually tried to destroy the fabric of American society. At the time, Rush Limbaugh rode his tallest horse, before stumbling with oxycontin and whatnot. Americans seemed terminally distracted by tabloid culture, and we had no idea those would become “the good old days.” The time felt right for some Swiftian
satire, and I have to admit I had a wonderful time creating one of the worst human beings since…well…since some of the current members of Congress.