“Tremendously affecting… This delicate memory piece resonate[s] with the soaring vitality of a fully lived-in present.” – The Hollywood Reporter
“Compelling… The title character of My Name Is Lucy Barton, Rona Munro’s crystalline stage adaptation of Elizabeth Strout’s 2016 novel… may be the most translucent figure now on a New York stage.” – The New York Times
“Munro's play stands quite well on its own, distilling the crucial
elements of Strout's work into a steadily moving, compelling narrative
of its own.” - Newsweek
“Rich and complex… make[s] it seem like a specific character with an
esoteric set of problems and circumstances is speaking for all of us.” –
The Chicago Tribune
“Tremendously affecting… As direct, deceptively straightforward and singularly focused as its title implies. At the same time, it unfolds a wealth of seemingly unrelated mini-narratives, personal insights and half-buried memories to draw the complicated connection of a daughter to her flinty mother, reconciling with the legacy of a miserable childhood.” – The Hollywood Reporter
“Strout’s language, deftly adapted for the stage by Rona Munro, is simple in the way of a coiled pot or a Shaker chair, a solid, unfussy construction whose elegance lies in its polished unity.” – The New Yorker
“Elizabeth Strout’s first-person narrative… fits perfectly on the stage… What comes out in performance, even more than in reading the book, is the idea that, even if you totally reinvent yourself, your past remains inescapable.” – The Guardian