With such simplicity of language and dialogue, Anya paints a portrait of these people so fully. They inch toward a deep, dark pit of the play -- a mother's suicide -- with baby steps but when it finally hits, the simplicity and truthfulness and "that's all there is?"ness of it is so moving and true and just laid me out. The central relationship between Twig and her mother is such a moving strong suit of this play -- the image of three generations of women sitting at a kitchen table reading the eldest's suicide note will stay with me.
With such simplicity of language and dialogue, Anya paints a portrait of these people so fully. They inch toward a deep, dark pit of the play -- a mother's suicide -- with baby steps but when it finally hits, the simplicity and truthfulness and "that's all there is?"ness of it is so moving and true and just laid me out. The central relationship between Twig and her mother is such a moving strong suit of this play -- the image of three generations of women sitting at a kitchen table reading the eldest's suicide note will stay with me.