As the oceans rise, a band of queer warehouse workers travel from job to job, running from the encroaching coastline. An unlikely love story, and a startling new work of speculative fiction, In the Amazon Warehouse Parking Lot is a quietly revolutionary tale of queer aging, chosen family, and the search for home in a volatile world.
There’s so much that’s dark in this vision of America, and it’s pretty hard in this week where an election is about to determine whether we have any hope of slowing climate apocalypse, in this season where mountain North Carolina is “the coast now,” that it’s remarkable that Mantell and Battat are able to inject the piece with some hope: hope in the power of collective action, hope that the individual bonds between people might yet be saved. The play ends with an improbably whimsical moment of optimism, a thread followed out of the play in a single outbound box, picked out by a spotlight as it traverses the ceiling-height conveyors. Maybe there is a way out after all.
Composed mostly in relatively terse exchanges that contrast against the reflective monologues, In the Amazon Warehouse Parking Lot achieves its power by evoking a miserable existence and observing the ways strangers are able to endure it by bonding in familial relationships. How these survivors are variously queer, trans or whatever in nature seems nearly beside the point of depicting the kindly, hardy humanity they share in the awful face of catastrophe.
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