Of Mice, Bugs and Women

“A comic but melancholy sound, like a burlesque sigh, the drone becomes a gnawing aural emblem of both time passing and time frozen for Ms. Margolin's ingeniously interconnected characters and the performer herself...When Ms. Margolin at last plays herself, a new mother trapped in the alien land of Secaucus, N.J., you become conscious of the psychological matrix from which these other personas were born and of the reasons, familiar to any caretaker of a young child, that hearing has eclipsed vision as the dominant sense in her life... a fresh, reverberant exploration of the petri dish of an artist's imagination.”
—Ben Brantley, New York Times