A poetic and beautifully written fantasy suggestive of an adolescent boy's initiation from childhood to sexual awakening. Weaver leaves open the possibility that this could be either the sleeping boy's dream or a supernatural magic realism. The play is ambiguous: are the three young women innocent initiators of a passive, semi-nude boy's first sexual awareness, or are their motives more sinister and self-serving? There are suggestions of sirens, vampires, Dracula, plus an unseen cautionary voice. "I don't have good intentions." "Shouldn’t someone say again how wrong this is?" "But it's fiction...
A poetic and beautifully written fantasy suggestive of an adolescent boy's initiation from childhood to sexual awakening. Weaver leaves open the possibility that this could be either the sleeping boy's dream or a supernatural magic realism. The play is ambiguous: are the three young women innocent initiators of a passive, semi-nude boy's first sexual awareness, or are their motives more sinister and self-serving? There are suggestions of sirens, vampires, Dracula, plus an unseen cautionary voice. "I don't have good intentions." "Shouldn’t someone say again how wrong this is?" "But it's fiction, a fantasy." "Sugar on our tongues."