August 9, 2012 by Paula Reed Nancarrow
Review of Moonshine, Madness and Murder
by Christy Marie Kent
All I could think of when Christy’s Sister Candace discovers that the voices in her head are dead writers there to encourage her was that the nasty one was probably a literary critic. Or a reviewer. We take those one star reviews hard. They are like black holes, dense and sucky. I saw Christy’s show last year, one she had perfected over the course of a year as storytelling; this was a novel she was trying to adapt for a last minute slot, which is a very different animal. Not all of us can pick ourselves up and dust ourselves off after some negative feedback, incorporate the feedback that make sense, and retool the show accordingly. Christy has done so. She now gives us a relaxed look at a few excerpts, instead of the Reader’s Digest Condensed Version, which even phillip andrew bennett low could not do in 55 minutes. I am impressed.