Vibrantly crafted vignettes presenting both a farce and a prophesy of the self-imprisoned mind.
In My Claustrophobic Happiness, psychoanalyst Jeanne Randolph offers La Betty, a cloistered mega-wealthy condo inhabitant.
La Betty is repeatedly beset by supernatural entities beseeching her to cease her consumerist commodity adoration and engage in the active world of ordinary life. Lush and playful descriptions of La Betty’s possessions and her surreal psychological space enfold a series of conundrums about identity in relation to consumerism.
Randolph approaches La Betty’s psyche with a distinctively transcendent wit, unveiling the unstable and absurd fragility of La Betty’s compulsive denial.
