THE STORY: Sharon, an Upper West Side shrink, longtime recovering alcoholic, and world-class hemophobe, finds herself in the South Plains of Texas—off her psychotropic drugs—after her nephew’s sudden death. SQUEAMISH is a grotesque tale of phobia and compulsion, a minimalist work of psychological horror about craving what terrifies us most.
“…Sharon is an entertaining raconteur whose ordinary life has taken a Grand Guignol turn…SQUEAMISH is a play about blood—the fluid that flows through our veins, the kinship we feel or don’t for our own families, the temperaments that we struggle to keep in balance…Though we see the play’s considerable gore…only through the mind’s eye, SQUEAMISH is probably not for the squeamish.” —NY Times. “…[a] tour de fear…As we watch this sophisticated and stylish New Yorker gleefully transform into a monster, her gory self-discovery is utterly horrifying.” —Time Out (New Yorker). “…[Mark] specializes [in] sending chills up and down spines with his solo theatrical thrillers…To call SQUEAMISH a bloody good time may be too obvious a pun, but Aaron Mark once again displays a sharp skill for descriptive and entertaining storytelling.” —BroadwayWorld.com. “…A horror-laced monologue about the aftermath of a suicide that will likely twist your innards and disturb your sleep…It’s theater at its most provocative. Consider yourself warned.” —Theasy.com.