Snakes I Have Known
Molly Montgomery in a scene from Snakes I Have Known
Author: Molly Montgomery
Description: There are all kinds of snakes in Molly’s life. Some of them are reptiles; most of them are Texans. From DFW to JFK, this is her story.
Year Written/Copyrighted: 2012
Date Added: 2/26/2013
Content Advisory: Minimal strong language
Keywords: Art and Artists · Characters are Mostly Young Adults · Comedy · Coming of Age · Drama · Families · Grief and Mourning · Large Cast Size · Mostly Female Characters · Solo Play · Westerns
1 Act, 70 Minutes
9 Females, 6 Males
NOTE: Snakes I Have Known is fully protected by copyright law and is subject to royalty. All inquiries concerning production, publication, reprinting or use of this play in any form should be addressed to MM@MollyMontgomery.com.
Original Production Information
Michael Howard Studios Works in Progress showcased Snakes I Have Known April, 2012. Musical accompaniment was preformed live by Sarah Shankman performing vocals and Abdul Qahar Aqilah on guitar.
United Solo Festival, October 14th as well as October 28th, 2012. Pre-recorded muscial accompaniment was preformed by Sarah Shankman on vocals. John Shankman was the musical engineer as well as the guitarist.
Jim Shankman directed every production of Snakes I Have Known. Dov Lebowitz-Nowak has been the stage manager for every production of the show.
Review in New York Arts
Montgomery’s rich, multileveled character study of a family’s three generations was heartfelt, humane, deeply moving—and very funny. Much of the play consisted of true-to-life situations, directly and vividly recounted, and sometimes heightened a bit into the fanciful. These eventually bled into wonderful fantastic scenes of a Márquezian quality. Read the review.
Excerpt from Snakes I Have Known
Lord have mercy, I’m snake bit, two red holes piercing through the inside of my ankle. Goddamn Texas! Outside the dogs are now ripping apart a snake. Thank you Guapo, good boys!
I have to go to the hospital but I already feel too sick to drive myself. I’m sweating, lightheaded, and nauseous.
My options are call 911 and wait for the paramedics to find me naked in the foyer or call CooCoo. CooCoo is my loving nickname for my crazy old Nana who has had so many face-lifts she can barely close her eyes or the paramedics. The phone rings.
CooCoo: Angel, shut those damn dogs up.
Molly: Nana, Nana I need to go to the hospital, can you come pick me up?
CooCoo: No! Good Lord Angel, no. I’m in my nightgown.
Molly: I am snake bit.
CooCoo: What would posses you to go out and get yourself snake bit? Maybe you just stepped on a porcupine.
Molly: Nana, I’m scared. I feel really sick. I’m in the foyer and I can’t stand up.
CooCoo: Fear not, Nana to the rescue.
My whole body feels like it’s engulfed in flames. Where is she? I hear a car. CooCoo sweeps in wearing her antique brown robe with embroidered flowers and I swear to you she is wearing mascara.
CooCoo: Angel, you do not look good.
She helps me to the car and we drive to the hospital.
Molly: Nana, do you think I could borrow your robe? I am naked.
CooCoo: Well I can see that, you know you got those big boobies from me not your mother. I don’t know what happened to your mama’s boobies!