From the Journal of Hazard McCauley

Two men, bivouacked on a snowy peak, ready themselves to begin the final ascent of Everest.

"FROM THE JOURNAL OF HAZARD MCCAULEY is a playful title for what amounts to a psychic play — and an ambitious one … The surprises Reeves has in store are entertaining …" —Robert Koehler, The Los Angeles Times

"The enforced isolation, the thrill of the imminent conquest, the battering of the storm outside on flimsy tent walls — this is the stuff of prime drama. Add the sudden disappearance of a Sherpa guide, one man's increasing psychosis from altitude sickness, and an inhuman cry faintly heard above the blizzard, and the work takes an unexpected leap beyond the merely interesting to a metaphysical plane where magic is routine, horror is gently implied, and the fantastic suddenly becomes real. The play is superlative …" —F Kathleen Foley, The Reader

FROM THE JOURNAL OF HAZARD MCCAULEY is a playful title for what amounts to a psychic play and an ambitious one.... The surprises Reeves has in store are entertaining. --Robert Koehler, Los Angeles Times

In Philip Reeves' drama, two men are bivouacked on a snowy peak, ready to begin their final ascent of Everest. The enforced isolation, the thrill of the imminent conquest, the battering of the storm outside on flimsy tent walls--this is the stuff of prime drama. Add the sudden disappearance of a Sherpa guide, one man's increasing psychosis from altitude sickness, and an inhuman cry faintly heard above the blizzard, and the work takes an unexpected leap beyond the merely Interesting to a metaphysical plane where magic is routine, horror is gently implied, and the fantastic suddenly becomes real. The play is superlative. --F Kathleen Foley, The Reader

In Philip Reeves' drama, two men are bivouacked on a snowy peak, ready to begin their final ascent of Everest. The enforced isolation, the thrill of the imminent conquest, the battering of the storm outside on flimsy tent walls--this is the stuff of prime drama. Add the sudden disappearance of a Sherpa guide, one man's increasing psychosis from altitude sickness, and an inhuman cry faintly heard above the blizzard, and the work takes an unexpected leap beyond the merely Interesting to a metaphysical plane where magic is routine, horror is gently implied, and the fantastic suddenly becomes real. The play is superlative. --F Kathleen Foley, The Reader