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Finalist, 2015 Lambda Literary Award for LGBT Drama

Discharged from the Marines under suspicious circumstances, Isaac comes home from the wars, only to find the life he remembers upended. Isaac's father, who once ruled the family with an iron fist, has had a debilitating stroke; his younger sister, Maxine, is now his brother, Max; and their mother, Paige, is committed to revolution at any cost. Determined to be free of any responsibility toward her formerly abusive husband--or the home he created--Paige fervently believes she can lead the way to a "new world order." Hir, Taylor Mac's subversive comedy, leaves many of our so-called normative and progressive ideas about gender, families, the middle class--and cleaning--in hilarious and ultimately tragic disarray.

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“…sensational—in all senses of the word…[an] audacious and uproarious black comedy…Mac has his own gloriously skewed vision of the toxins fouling the American family from within, and in its avowedly loopy way HIR reflects current concerns about the decline of the middle class, as well as the trauma war veterans endure…brilliant writing…” —NY Times.

“[HIR] harks back to a time when politically driven narratives were the rule, not the exception. HIR has a lot of ideas—necessary ideas, especially when it comes to flinging open closets in the ‘trans’ world…[and] the show is saved from potential proselytizing by Mac’s awareness that his arguments have to grow in complexity in order for his characters to grow.” —The New Yorker.

“…exuberant radicalism may not come as a complete surprise to fans of Taylor Mac’s previous work…But in HIR, the boundary-violating genderqueer playwright sets it within the relatively traditional form of a four-character, single-set domestic drama. The result is a dizzying theatrical Tilt-a-Whirl…Patently metaphorical and threaded with nervy satire, HIR at times suggests a modern inversion of David Rabe’s 1971 Sticks and Bones…It has a ringing voice all its own, however, and formidable broad-mindedness in its sympathies (and its jabs).” —Time Out NY.