From the Author:
Other Bodies is a play about mystery, and in many ways, remains a mystery to me. The first draft was written as a one-person monologue in a burst of a few days at an arts retreat in 1999. It was called Tiresias then, and for several years languished until a film director tried to turn it into a movie.
Though that was ultimately unsuccessful, it reawakened my interest in the play, and after renaming it Other Bodies, I set to work on it again. However much progress I made, there always seemed to be one more thing that wasn't quite right, even after a successful workshop in 2007. Rewrites continued deep into the rehearsal process of the FringeNYC production, and I didn't so much finish the play as simply run out of time.
I still circle it in my mind from time to time, promising to return and get it all the way right. The first act is as good as anything I've ever written, the second act is a wild (though I hope, vital) mess. The first time I tried to write this play, I was nowhere near good enough. The second time, I got it more than half right. Will the third time be a charm, or is this jagged pill you're about to read remain its final incarnation?
This uncertainty fits the play, which rails against the inscrutable nature of our bodies and selves. Having Other Bodies ever feel 100% finished may very well be like Terry remembering Her name: by nature, always just out of reach, but right around the corner...
In the end, any production must find a way to bring Terry's fever dream to life, and deal with Terry him(her)self. Terry is in many ways a void—a charming, vital void—but with a corrosive nothing at the heart of him(her). The play may be about how we acquire what some call a soul: through love, through pain, through transformation. The final image of the play, however, makes me wonder if Terry will ever be full, or if he is some kind of anti-matter, rendering into nothing all he touches.
Don't worry, the play is also funny and when done right, as much a turn on as a terror. So go on and give it a read, knowing that Terry is waiting at the end to touch you.