Entries in Spalding Gray (6)


Introducing the Cast of Where's The Rest of Me? 

Now fully cast -- August 4, 2018, The Road Theatre, Los Angeles, as part of The Road Theatre's Summer Playwrights Festival 9. Written by Dave TolchinskyWhere's The Rest of Me? will be directed by Ryan McRee, with Robert Beddall as Dave, John Gowans as Marshall, Albie Selznick as Spalding, and Emily Jerez as all other characters. More info at http://www.roadtheatre.org. #spf9

 the logline:

A screenwriter wrestles with his relationship to Spalding Gray, his psychiatrist father and the classic movie, King’s Row.  A dark and funny journey through movies, monologues and mental illness. 

Here’s more info/history about the play –  



Where's the Rest of Me?, August 4, Road Theatre, Los Angeles

Los Angeles friends -- This is a hold the date note -- my play, Where's The Rest of Me?, previously seen in New York at the Hudson Guild Theatre and in Chicago at A Red Orchid Theatre as part of their incubator series Sick by Seven, is going to be part of The Road Theatre's Annual Summer Playwrights Festival. With Ryan McRee directing. Saturday, August 4 at 10 a.m. (bring your coffee or mimosa :) (poster by Rob Lees)



Meet the Cast of the Chicago Production of Where's the Rest of Me?

Excited to work with the awesome cast of the Chicago production of my play Where’s the Rest of Me? which I’m directing, opening June 17 at A Red Orchid Theatre: Sara Bues as All Other Characters, Dan Flannery as Marshall Edelson, Johnny Moran as Dave, Tim Newell as Spalding Gray.

Where's The Rest of Me? is part of Institutional Quality Productions of Sick by Seven, seven plays+video’s about sickness and health in the modern world, at A Red Orchid Theatre, as part of their Incubator Series. Curated by Brett Neveu and myself and produced by Sarah Gitenstein. More info coming soon.




Interview in Proscenium Journal

Thoughts about my play, Clear, teaching writing, and advice for new playwrights -- 



Without An Ending to his Monologue, For Spalding Gray, Suicide Was Inevitable

I was moved to read in the April 27 issue of The New Yorker, The Catastrophe, Oliver Sacks' account of Spalding Gray’s demise including the likely medical causes of his suicide. I met Spalding during the time right after his accident and worked with him for three weeks as part of a residency at the Atlantic Center for the Arts. The Spalding I knew was a brilliant teacher, but also quite distracted as Sacks describes — obsessed with his mother’s death, selling his house, and the idea of committing suicide. He was also afraid of odd things like recycling plants. And most memorable to me, he was obsessed with the idea that he could find no ending to his monologue about his accident and that’s another reason he was worried he would kill himself.  He had always been able to find both humor in the upsetting events of his life and an ending to stories about those events. Without an ending, there could be no closure and therefore no going on.

I agree that brain damage was likely, but I’m not sure that changes how I experienced him. The more I read about depression, the more I think there’s always a physical component. Regardless, I was a big fan of his work and am still sad that he’s gone and I wonder what if that accident hadn’t happened. What would the Spalding I knew have been like?  Would he still be here today, making himself and others laugh? Would he be watching his young son grow up (that’s the part I find the saddest)? Would he be finding many happy and humorous endings to would-be depressing events? Anyway, sad. 

Thanks to Olive Sacks for this piece.  I will be thinking about it. And of course thinking about it in the context of Sacks’ own medical condition.  

David E. Tolchinsky

PS I wrote about my experiences with Spalding in my essay, Where’s the Rest of Me?, published in Paraphilia Magazine, and in my play by the same name.  An aspect of both those works is my grappling with being told by Spalding that I could deliver monologues for a living, that “David, you could be me,” and then finding out he had killed himself.