(P)1995 L.A. Theatre Works
I live, breathe, read.
In my youth, I had a strange list of comfort films that I would turn to both when I was happy or feeling blue. My mom never understood why I gravitated to A Trip to Bountiful, Mrs. Brown, Remains of the Day, and my special favorite ‘night, Mother. I’m sure a part of me likes “sad” things, but I think that even as a youngster, I’ve always been attracted to simplistic beauty that is both deep and meaningful. It’s hard to marry these elements, especially in literature and film, but when I come across them, I have to snatch them up!
I am currently reading a literary thriller wherein the victim was murdered in such a way as to call in to question whether it was self-administered. When perusing the victim’s bedroom, the uncanny order of the closets lead one of the detectives to question whether the victim had “arranged” things in preparation for death, as is common with many people contemplating suicide. I couldn’t help but remember ‘night, Mother, which I had no idea was a play—further yet, that it garnered the Pulitzer Prize in 1983.
A one-act play spanning a few hours, this quite simply is the story of a woman, Jessie, preparing for her death, and her candid, endearing conversation with her mother, who desperately tries to both understand and dissuade her daughter from taking her life. It is such a beautifully written play, and though it’s heavy in scope, I never felt overwhelmed. You find yourself playing the devil’s advocate for both sides, as you’re forced to see how life and its disappointments can snub the life force out of some people who are too “good” for all of the bad out there.
I think the line that just made me lose it was the following, and even reading it now, it just gets to my core!
“…I didn't know! I was here with you all the time. How could I know you were so alone?”
Moving further from work extended my daily commute... thank God for Audible.
I’ve seen the destructive influence of unchecked depression, and this short play — in its simplicity and honesty — is so accurately painful.
If there is such a thing as “beautiful tragedy” I don’t think you’ll find anything closer than the dialogue between Jessie and her mama.
I like postmodernism and parody and poetic language.
This is a great, short play, and I love Gless and Helmond so much! They bring a very realistic, sometimes funny, and sad quality to this. I'm so glad I purchased it.
Technically, though, it is a problem when they try to simulate an actor being in another room. The sound gets really low and I have to turn it up, and then turn it down when they "come back in the room."
this is an amazing show with amazing actors. like a beautiful accident you cant take your ears off of. I've listened to it four times since downloading
Retired teacher and interpreter. I read classic and contemporary fiction, as well as Mystery/Suspense/Horror, Fantasy&Sci-fi.
I don't know...I find it distracting to read plays, all the characters and direction, it's far easier to suspend disbelief when the play is being acted for you. My problem with this play is a personal one. My mother committed suicide two months ago and there was nothing in the description to warn me that there was to be a suicide, in exactly the same manner my mother used no less(a gunshot to the head) to be enacted in this play and I was therefore taken aback by the content.
I would warn people by mentioning in the description of the play the subject matter being discussed. I don't mean in a book-burning censorship kind of way but just to mention the subject matter in the blurb.
There are only two characters in this play and they are both very well acted.
It made me cry. Partly for the reasons I mentioned and partly just because it was a very moving, indeed tragic ending.
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