There’s a joke in the theatre: when the only object on stage is a lone park bench, the play must be about “Life with a Capital L!” Here the bench is at a train station, and life and death are neither metaphorical or theoretical. We have two characters on trajectories intersecting at the edge of despair: one approaching and the other who’s already been. Gonzalez’s poetry lies in the spirit of the prose, conveying its message of hope and beauty without being preachy. There’s no handwringng or melodrama, just honesty and connection. Perfect!
There’s a joke in the theatre: when the only object on stage is a lone park bench, the play must be about “Life with a Capital L!” Here the bench is at a train station, and life and death are neither metaphorical or theoretical. We have two characters on trajectories intersecting at the edge of despair: one approaching and the other who’s already been. Gonzalez’s poetry lies in the spirit of the prose, conveying its message of hope and beauty without being preachy. There’s no handwringng or melodrama, just honesty and connection. Perfect!