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- Herausgeber: Nick Hern Books
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Serie: NHB Modern Plays
- Sprache: Englisch
A young single mother lives next door to a seventy-nine-year-old man on the 19th floor of a council block. Their interweaving monologues lay bare the differences and connections that can exist between people, living in the sky, just the other side of the thin wall. This short two-hander from the writer of Yen and Chicken Shop explores the private worlds of strangers, living side by side but generations apart. Anna Jordan's play Closer to God was first performed at the Old Red Lion, London, in 2009 as part of the inaugural OffCut Festival, directed by the author. It received the Overall Winner and Audience Choice Award.
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Anna Jordan
CLOSER TO GOD
NICK HERN BOOKS
London
www.nickhernbooks.co.uk
Contents
Original Production
Characters
Closer to God
About the Author
Copyright and Performing Rights Information
Closer to God was first performed at the Old Red Lion Theatre, London, in 2009 as part of the inaugural OffCut Festival. It received the Overall Winner and Audience Choice Award. The cast was as follows:
HE
Peter Gordon
SHE
Ursula Early
DirectorAnna JordanCharacters
HE, seventy-nine
SHE, twenty
HE and SHE sit on chairs. They are either side of an imaginary partition wall, at the top of a tower block.
Unless a beat or pause is indicated, the text comes in very promptly on cue at a pace, almost overlapping.
HE. Small. Spiky. A tomboy.
SHE. Grey. Shrivelled. Like a prune
HE. Got a mouth on her
SHE. Like an old baked potato that’s been left in the oven too long
HE. Some of the words!
SHE. Crusty. Like he’s, like he’s, ah… what is it?
HE. ‘F this’, ‘F that’, ‘little F-ing C’
SHE. Decaying!
HE. Acid tongue.
SHE. Smelling of piss and Germolene.
HE. Acid tongue. Potty mouth.
SHE. A hundred and fucking two.
HE. No more than eighteen. A pup.
SHE. Nearly dead.
Beat.
HE. She came a year ago. Was pleased at first. Good to have some life up here. I’ve been here thirty years.
SHE. He’s been here since time began!
HE. Thirty years in the sky!
SHE. Sad. Old. Sad. Git.
HE. First it was Marie and Bob. Pretty lady. Barren. Something wrong with her fallopian tubes or what not. And a decent chappie. Although I think he left her in the end. I lose track.
SHE (calling to her baby). Jayden!
HE. Then Derek. The bachelor. With his flashy waistcoats and his record player and his loose ladies.
SHE (shouting). Jayden!
HE (chuckling to himself). I liked Derek.
SHE (shouting). DO NOT PUT THAT IN YOUR MOUTH!
HE. There she goes!
SHE. THAT IS DIRTY!
HE. There she blows!
SHE (
