Max Posner

“Max Posner’s The Treasurer is a quiet revelation. At a moment when the theatrical landscape is dense with new plays that haven’t quite figured out why they’re not TV — when we struggle to dramatize the realities of our lives without trapping ourselves inside stiflingly realistic dioramas — The Treasurer arrives as an antidote. It makes boundaries porous, creates a space that blends the mundane and the mystic, that slips between the life of the moment and the life of the mind, even obscures the border between life and whatever comes after... Over and over again, The Treasurer opens up its world — one whose surface we know well — into little pockets of strangeness, glimpses into the basements of our minds and hearts, where cold fluorescent lights flicker and our most profound dreads sit collecting dust... Posner’s Son (who is also his Father) is running — well, biking — away from somebody, a ghost he’ll never fully leave behind. His attempt to say good-bye is, quite simply, a marvel.”

“Tender yet unforgiving. Mr. Posner has a precocious feeling for the harshness with which people judge themselves as they approach the midpoint of their lives... His writing is often effectively double-edged, an amalgam of 21st-century casualness and cadenced lyricism... Mr. Posner adroitly balances the everyday and the extreme — while suggesting how crisis pushes reality into the realm of nightmares.”