Truly, Seattlest walked into the opening of 9 Parts of Desire at the Rep with trepidation, well-founded in experience, about tremendously topical one-person shows. And when it began with a woman at a river telling us about dumping shoes with "worn out soles" in the water (say it to yourself, "worn out soles," savor the homonymity), we slouched a bit in our seat. more ›