Suskind's play is easier to read than it is to perform.There is not an overall arc to the narrative, so much as there are alternating patterns of digression and whimsy. This makes for a rather erratic stage performance, as the actor is forced to present a somewhat schizoid mindset. It is nevertheless wildly amusing, and should not be discounted. At the centre of the narrative is an everyman-like figure, who wraps around himself a web of comforting lies and digressions which hint at the tortured figure underneath.