A Journey to Intimacy That’s Nobody’s Business but Their Own | ‘Your Mother’s Copy of the Kama Sutra’ at Playwrights Horizons
Charles IsherwoodApril 21, 2014: If the title Your Mother’s Copy of the Kama Sutra doesn’t give you the heebie-jeebies (isn’t your mother’s copy of Fifty Shades of Grey mortifying enough?), rest assured that something in this new play by Kirk Lynn certainly will. Maybe the scene in which a college kid encourages a shy friend to spritz the drink of a girl he likes with a little rohypnol, otherwise known as the “date rape drug.” If you don’t bat an eye at that, maybe you’ll be unhinged by the scene in which a man and woman re-enact his traumatic sexual abuse at the hands of an older brother. Mr. Lynn’s odd, unwieldy play about sexual transgression and the search for true intimacy, which opened on Monday night in the smaller upstairs theater at Playwrights Horizons, rests on a conceit that suits its strange title (although there’s no mention of that ancient Hindu guide to sexual variety, and no mother really either).
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