Mak's plays are like trees, with the playwright as an ingenious gardener-slash-ecologist, wary of both the depth of the roots into an ancient soil and the height of the branches, while also caring for each individual leaf. This play is rife with poetry, detail, vibrant texture and haunting, melodic themes of generational abuse and the power of wounds to stitch us together or pull us apart and into our own elliptical worlds. Every family story is a ghost story and Mak realizes that exquisitely onstage.
Mak's plays are like trees, with the playwright as an ingenious gardener-slash-ecologist, wary of both the depth of the roots into an ancient soil and the height of the branches, while also caring for each individual leaf. This play is rife with poetry, detail, vibrant texture and haunting, melodic themes of generational abuse and the power of wounds to stitch us together or pull us apart and into our own elliptical worlds. Every family story is a ghost story and Mak realizes that exquisitely onstage.