Here Lies Henry

On the surface Here Lies Henry is just one more in a seemingly infinite series of confessional one-man shows, the evidence of our narcissistic age. But this is a solo show with a difference. For one, the man who bares his soul–Henry Tom Gallery–is the fictional creation of Canadian playwright Daniel MacIvor. Moreover, Gallery is a pathological liar–and he isn’t afraid to admit it, a confession that immediately tangles this monologue in one of the paradoxes logicians love. This is only the most obvious paradox, however, in a show that’s full of clever tricks, comical evasions, and informative asides, which somehow reveal more of the truth–about Gallery, about life, about performing–than if MacIvor had straightforwardly told Gallery’s rather routine story of love gone wrong. Here Lies Henry is at once a heartfelt portrait of a man so devastated by the loss of his lover that he can’t really talk about it and a wise, witty, tongue-in-cheek deconstruction of a genre that’s become a mainstay of our onanistic era, which sees one as a couple and two as a crowd. Athenaeum Theatre, 2936 N. Southport, 773-722-5463. Opens Tuesday, February 17, 7:30 PM. Through February 22: Wednesday-Thursday, 7:30 PM; Friday-Saturday, 8 PM; Sunday, 3 PM. $18. –Jack Helbig

Art accompanying story in printed newspaper (not available in this archive): photo by Guntar Kravis.