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- English
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Amsterdam
About this book
'Everyone knows, all of them… that when all's said and done, she is no more than a fig leaf hiding the thing everyone else would be much happier never having to look at.'
An Israeli violinist. Living in her trendy canal-side Amsterdam apartment. Nine months pregnant.
One day a mysterious unpaid gas bill from 1944 arrives. It awakens unsettling feelings of collective identity, foreignness and alienation. Stories of a devastating past are compellingly reconstructed to try and make sense of the present.
First seen at the Haifa Theater, Israel, in 2018, Amsterdam is a strikingly original, audacious thriller by Maya Arad Yasur. It received its UK premiere, in this English translation by Eran Edry, at the Orange Tree Theatre, Richmond, in 2019, directed by Matthew Xia, in a co-production between the Orange Tree, Actors Touring Company and Theatre Royal Plymouth.
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– | She, umm… what do they call it? She uh… |
– | Took a bite out of Amsterdam. |
– | Took a bite out of Amsterdam. Right; like it was some sort of omelette – |
– | She took a nice, juicy bite out of Amsterdam, right; like it was some sort of omelette she’d made without even cracking her eggs. |
– | She couldn’t crack her eggs. |
– | She couldn’t crack her eggs. Okay; what, like in a glass-ceiling kind of way? |
– | No. She couldn’t crack her eggs. There was no glass ceiling. Hell, there wasn’t even any ceiling there. Just eggs. A pair of them she literally had in her hands but couldn’t crack to make the omelette or pancake or whatever it was she was trying to make. Yes. |
– | So she didn’t crack the eggs. |
– | She didn’t crack the eggs, no, she just let them run in her hands, or maybe she just put them back in the fridge or whatever, cos what was it, the gas was turned off? |
– | The gas was turned off. That’s it. The gas had been turned off cos – |
– | Well here’s the thing; she has no idea why. |
– | Her gas had been turned off and she has no idea why. |
– | No idea why. Truth is, she’s no idea why her gas should have been turned off, until all of sudden – |
– | 8.27 a.m. And all of a sudden – a knock at the door. |
– | The postman. |
– | No, the postman never takes the stairs. |
– | Not ever? |
– | Not ever. In Amsterdam, the postman never takes the stairs. In Amsterdam, the postman pops the envelopes through that flap thingy in the front door that’s facing the street – |
– | Flap thingy; right. |
– | He just pops them through and then they start piling up on the stairs in bulk. |
– | The residents get in the stairwell, and because they’d like to avoid having to step on a pile of envelopes, they take their time digging out the ones tha... |
Table of contents
- Cover
- Title page
- Contents
- Original Production
- Note on Play
- Acknowledgements
- Amsterdam
- About the Author
- Copyright and Performing Rights Information