Laughing Wild and Baby with the Bathwater

A week ago, I was supposed to go in for an audition for a festival of short plays. In preparation, I had to look for two contrasting monologues, and since I had never auditioned with monologues before (or auditioned much, really), I looked for suggestions. One was this monologue about a baked potato from Christopher Durang’s play called Laughing Wild. The only available copy at the library also included another play, Baby with the Bathwater. I ended up reading Laughing Wild, which was good and so bizarre but funny, and then read Baby with the Bathwater.

I love Baby with the Bathwater. It’s by far the most hilarious play I’ve read; it’s witty, completely insane and ridiculous, and so goddamn funny, I had to stifle my laughter when reading it on the bus and the train. I really do need to read more plays.

Also, I’m trying this new thing out where I’m going to read different genres now, after last year’s Aaron Book Awards, so I don’t end up reading a ton of memoirs or graphic novels, and one children’s book. Speaking of children’s books, Swallows and Amazons should be arriving at the library for me any day now…