There is something stark and simple about Lauren Gunderson’s The Heath. It is theatre and storytelling in its most raw and honest format. It is messy, rough, strange, unfinished, and “meta” (really meta). However, to call this play meta-theatrical is at once accurate and overly simple. For, in telling this story, Lauren exposes her vulnerability and her fear as a playwright and as a grand-daughter. It is not a typical hackneyed or gimmicky meta-theatrical statement on the postmodern situation of the theatre as a whole, but a way of story-telling that is deeply personal, fundamentally...
There is something stark and simple about Lauren Gunderson’s The Heath. It is theatre and storytelling in its most raw and honest format. It is messy, rough, strange, unfinished, and “meta” (really meta). However, to call this play meta-theatrical is at once accurate and overly simple. For, in telling this story, Lauren exposes her vulnerability and her fear as a playwright and as a grand-daughter. It is not a typical hackneyed or gimmicky meta-theatrical statement on the postmodern situation of the theatre as a whole, but a way of story-telling that is deeply personal, fundamentally revealing, and altogether beautiful.