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February 27, 2017

Though the man telling the jokes is sitting down (he’s in a wheelchair), dying is a stand-up routine in Wakey, Wakey, the glowingly dark, profoundly moving new play by Will Eno. Portrayed with a master’s blend of pretty much every emotion there is by Michael Emerson, the monologuist at the center of this short, resonant tragicomedy is the M.C. of his own demise, the chief eulogist at his funeral. “Is it now?” asks Guy (Mr. Emerson), when we first see him, sprawled on the floor of a room that is filled with packing crates and seems to have half dematerialized. “I thought I had more time.”

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