Little Gem E-Book

Elaine Murphy

• Herausgeber: Nick Hern Books
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014

Beschreibung

Love, sex, birth, death and salsa classes. Three generations of women. One extraordinary year. Amber has fierce bad indigestion and the sambucas aren't getting rid of it. Lorraine attacks a customer and her boss wants her to see a psychiatrist. Kay's got an itch 'down there' that Gem can't scratch. And if all that wasn't bad enough, Little Gem makes his presence felt and – well – life is never the same again. Elaine Murphy's play Little Gem was first staged by Guna Nua and Civic Theatre, Tallaght, in 2008, then at the Traverse Theatre, Edinburgh, in 2009. It won the Carol Tambor Best of Edinburgh Award, the BBC Northern Ireland Drama Award in Association with the Stewart Parker Trust, and the Fishamble Award for Best New Irish Writing.

Leseprobe

Elaine Murphy

LITTLE GEM

NICK HERN BOOKS

London

www.nickhernbooks.co.uk

Contents

Title Page

Original Production

Characters

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

About the Author

Copyright and Performing Rights Information

Little Gem was first performed at the Dublin Fringe Festival on 9 September 2008, with the following cast:

AMBER

Sarah Greene

LORRAINE

Amelia Crowley

KAY

Anita Reeves

Director

Paul Meade

Designer

Alice Butler

Lighting Designer

Mark Galione

Music and Sound Designer

Carl Kennedy

The production received its UK premiere at the Traverse Theatre, Edinburgh, on 6 August 2009 with the following change to the cast:

LORRAINE

Hilda Fay

Subsequently, the production premiered in the United States on 5 January 2010 by the Carol Tambor Theatrical Foundation, with the support of Culture Ireland, as part of the Best of Edinburgh Award, at the Flea Theatre, New York City, with the same cast.

Characters

AMBER, eighteen/nineteen

LORRAINE, late thirties/early forties

KAY, early/mid-sixties

ONE

Amber

Jo’s head is hanging out the window as the Hummer pulls up to the kerb. Thank God, I thought we were never going to get out of here with the amount of bleedin’ paparazzi. The neighbours are all jammed into the living room having a drink, cos they’ve nothing better to do on a Wednesday night. They think my dress is massive, my false tan looks real natural and my hair is holding up lovely. In fairness I doubt a hurricane could move it, there’s that much spray in it. Let a roar at my ma. She’s sewing on the orchid Paul brought me, but missed the strap and got my chest instead. My nanny’s over now, dabbing the spot of blood away with a tissue. They’re all wrecking my head, pulling out of me. Tell me ma, I just saw Marian’s little one squash an egg mayonnaise sandwich down the back of her new leather sofa. She’s gone like a hot snot, armed with a J Cloth and Cillit Bang. The neighbours keep asking who my fella is… That’s the one good thing about tonight; everyone finally gets to see Paul. I swear, I think my ma was starting to wonder if he existed at all. He turned around the other week and said he wasn’t going. Thinks ‘The Debs’ is a rip-off; his one last year was shite. Nearly knocked him out. Who else was I supposed to ask, two weeks before? Anyone half-decent was already going. He looks deadly though. All the other spa’s will be wearing tuxes and cummerbunds, but he’s wearing this massive suit with diamond studs in his ears. He’s chatting away to my granda – well, more likely nodding away cos you can’t get a word in edgeways with him and Paul probably hasn’t a clue what he’s saying anyway. Ask him to grab my bag for me cos he looks like he needs saving and I can’t pick up anything with these false nails. My best mate Jo finally gets through the front door. The neighbours are all over her now, saying she looks gorgeous, but they’re really looking for an excuse to get to the other side of the room. My nanny’s after bringing out more sausage rolls and they’re trying not to look like total hungas. Jo’s da followed the Hummer in his Fiesta. She’s giving out yards telling him to get the bleedin’ camcorder out of her face. She asked our mate Dean to go with her. He thinks his Lotto numbers have come up. She’s no interest. Lewis Lawlor said he’d go with Tania Keogh ages ago and she’s hoping they both ditch their dates when they get there. Finally get outside and pose at the car for a few more photos. Jo’s da tries to get in the Hummer with us but we push him out, enough’s a-bleedin’ nuff. He joins the neighbours and me ma on the path to wave us all off. My nanny and granda pull back the curtains and wave from the living-room window. Jo pours me a glass of champers and tells me it’s the dear stuff – not that I’d know, I’m already a bit giddy from the couple of cans I had in the house. My ma is piking me out of it through the window: (.) ‘Go easy.’