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May 5, 2015

In the giddily frantic semi-solo show “Crime or Emergency” and the untranslatable Halloween chiller “Ich, Kürbisgeist,” the playwright, performer and director Sibyl Kempson distinguished herself as one of the most distinctive and delirious writers working downtown. So you had to be excited when Ms. Kempson, a graduate of Mac Wellman’s Brooklyn College M.F.A. program and an associate of the celebrated experimentalist group Elevator Repair Service, announced that she was creating a company of her own, 7 Daughters of Eve Thtr. & Perf. Co. The company’s inaugural production, “Let Us Now Praise Susan Sontag” at Abrons Arts Center, doesn’t quite justify that enthusiasm. A consideration of how stories are told and who gets to tell them, it centers on a family of sharecroppers visited by a photographer and a journalist from the big city. The sharecroppers are weirder versions of “Tobacco Road” types. “Kill the cat,” one says. “There’s company coming.” The journalists, who occasionally sit in with the band, are modeled on James Agee and Walker Evans, who wrote and provided photographs for “Let Us Now Praise Famous Men.” (In case it wasn’t clear from the title, the program includes a hefty reading list.)

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