"Edgar Oliver conducts the most extraordinary séances. The phantoms summoned by this one-of-a-kind monologuist are both vivid and elusive, as such manifestations must be...Self-examining memoirs are the basis for many one-person shows. But Mr. Oliver reshapes and reanimates this well-worn formula by infusing it with a sepulchral darkness. His style is sentimental gothic, and though it should be easy to caricature, it defies imitation."
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"Edgar Oliver's storytelling performances move in stages. First, they are hilarious...By the end of 'Attorney Street,' all its initial weirdness has evaporated, leaving only a sense of melancholy behind...The piece is a brief anthology of farewells, to a bakery in an earlier New York, to a lost poem, to a father he never knew. There's a feeling of suspended time...Don’t let this sadness keep you away. For those of us watching, Oliver's sorrow is always sweet."
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"Oliver tells the tale of 'Attorney Street' with disarming innocence, addressing the audience with a sweet familiarity...He is funny and warm, wide-eyed and thoughtful, charming and vulnerable. All that said, the evening resolves in a brutal sadness, as he concludes his primal wound has not, cannot heal...A supremely confident performer, with a patina of shyness about him, Oliver inhabits the stage completely...A genuinely special night of small pleasures in the downtown theater."
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"That struck me as the best description of what I was watching. The curiosity, wonder and imagination of a child, able to pack an unbelievable adventure into the commonplace experiences of everyday...As a distinct voice of near iconic status, a chance to see Edgar Oliver is not to be missed. His style, his care, his flair for the romantic, all showcase the potential heights that can be reached in a solo storytelling show."
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"His poignant stream of consciousness, performed with hardly a discernible change on his face, clearly causes consternation for those who witness this intense presentation. Their nervous laughter is often ill-timed. Otherwise, there is just silence. Only the most unfeeling is untouched and unmoved...The autobiography of Edgar Oliver hauntingly describes and defines what it means to be human. For those who’ve experienced real loss...this performance will reach deeply into their souls."
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