Glass. Kill. Bluebeard. Imp. (NHB Modern Plays)

Caryl Churchill

• Editore: Nick Hern Books
• Anno: 2019
• ISBN:
  9781788502603
• Argomento: Literature
• Categoria: British Drama

A girl made of glass. Gods and murders. A serial killer's friends. And a secret in a bottle. Four stories by Caryl Churchill.

Glass. Kill. Bluebeard. Imp. premiered at the Royal Court Theatre Downstairs, London, in September 2019, in a production directed by James Macdonald.

'Caryl Churchill has remade the landscape of contemporary drama – and earned herself a place among the greats' - Guardian

'I can see her just. Most people can't see her at all.'

GLASS

Characters

A GIRL MADE OF GLASS

HER BROTHER

HIS FRIEND

HER MOTHER

A CLOCK

A RED PLASTIC DOG

A VASE

SCHOOLGIRLS

HER FRIEND

There should be no attempt to make the glass girl look as if she is made of glass. No effects making her seem invisible, etc. She looks like people look.

1.

BROTHER		Look at the window, what do you see?
HIS FRIEND		Houses.
BROTHER		You don’t see the window pane?
FRIEND		Are you worried it’s dirty?
BROTHER		You don’t see my sister?
FRIEND		Where? Outside?
BROTHER		Inside. By the window.
FRIEND		No. What? Is there something?
BROTHER		I can see her just. Most people can’t see her at all.
FRIEND		Now you’ve said.
BROTHER		It depends on the light.
FRIEND		There’s a thickness.
BROTHER		And slightly green sometimes.
FRIEND		Can she hear us?
BROTHER		She’s not deaf she’s just made of glass.
FRIEND		Hello.
GLASS GIRL		Of course I can fucking hear you.
FRIEND		Hello.
BROTHER		Don’t be so fucking rude.
FRIEND		Hello.
GIRL		Why do you do this? He does this.
BROTHER		It is a little bit funny.
FRIEND		Hello.
GIRL		Hello.

2.

MOTHER		You realise you mustn’t touch her.
FRIEND		I’d be careful.
MOTHER		She doesn’t want to be touched. She’s afraid of being broken.
GLASS GIRL		I am a little.
MOTHER		You scream.
GIRL		It depends on the touching.
MOTHER		The trouble we go to. The deep mats on the floor from when she was tiny. There’s cracks, your eye isn’t accustomed but we can see the joins. Bubble wrap when she goes out.
FRIEND		I can see more than I did. She broke her arm.
GIRL		Let’s go for a walk by the river. I won’t need wrapping.
MOTHER...