Entire lives of loved ones, winnowed down to artifacts that puzzle the protagonists in this short play.
I love the moods I felt reading Sheila Cowley's "Duck" -- joy knowing that Jamie's and Casey's relatives had lovely, lively salad days; wistfulness in wishing some of the history of these wonderful items could be explained (a red hibiscus dress? a Bowie knife? a curry comb? a painting of a duck?), but knowing they could not; and pleasure in how Jamie's feelings toward these items change. "Not all of it."
Another layered, complex, subtle play by Cowley.
Entire lives of loved ones, winnowed down to artifacts that puzzle the protagonists in this short play.
I love the moods I felt reading Sheila Cowley's "Duck" -- joy knowing that Jamie's and Casey's relatives had lovely, lively salad days; wistfulness in wishing some of the history of these wonderful items could be explained (a red hibiscus dress? a Bowie knife? a curry comb? a painting of a duck?), but knowing they could not; and pleasure in how Jamie's feelings toward these items change. "Not all of it."
Another layered, complex, subtle play by Cowley.