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SWAGGER, NOT STYLE

The worldwide headquarters and hindquarters of freelance writer Chris Klimek

Him Again: Mike Daisey, Unreliable Narrator.

Chris Klimek

Mike Daisey is done with penance and on to atonement.

Mike Daisey is done with penance and on to atonement.

I've already written at length about my reaction to the news that Mike Daisey -- a stage storyteller whose work I've admired for years -- fabricated the most emotionally resonant elements of his tech-manufacturing expose monologue The Agony and the Ecstasy of Steve Jobs. He's bringing the show back to the place of its birth, Woolly Mammoth Theatre Company, for a three-week engagement starting next week.

I spent a vacation week from my day job writing about him again. It was not at all restful. It did not help that my usual and customary stress valves -- running and boxing -- were both severely impaired by a record-pummeling 11-day heatwave here in Our Nation's Capital that included the hottest day ever recorded in Washington, DC: 105 degrees Fahrenheit on July 7, if you care. On the plus side, my electricity stayed on.

But I digress! My cover story in this week's Washington City Paper does some chin-scratching about Woolly's decision to stage Daisey's controversial show again, and attempts to explain why I think Daisey remains an important artist despite the poor decisions he made during his perilous crossing of the artist-activist Rubicon. I'll take what he says on stage from now on with a grain of salt, but then I always did. The main thing is I'll keep showing up to hear what he says.

Read all about it here, or pick yourself up a dead-tree copy wherever finer alt-weeklies are given away for free.