The Day I Stood Still E-Book

Kevin Elyot

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

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

A poignantly funny drama from the author of My Night With Reg, about the heartbreak of unrequited love and the power of memories. In the 60s, Horace, Jerry and Judy were teenagers. They were into drink, drugs, Hendrix, The Hobbit and, of course, each other. Thirty years later, Jerry is dead, Judy is in love and the gay-but-hesitant Horace is unable to get on with his life - until he receives a surprise visitor. Kevin Elyot's play The Day I Stood Still was first performed in the Cottesloe auditorium of the National Theatre, London, in January 1998.

Leseprobe

Kevin Elyot

THE DAY I STOOD STILL

NICK HERN BOOKS

London

www.nickhernbooks.co.uk

Contents

Title Page

Foreword

Dedication

Epigraph

Original Production

Characters

THE DAY I STOOD STILL

About the Author

Copyright and Performing Rights Information

Foreword

The choir of St Peter’s in Handsworth, the Birmingham suburb where I spent my early years, consisted of a handful of grownups and myself. On certain Sundays we’d process through the streets with the vicar, carrying a cross, swinging incense and singing hymns. I was quite short at the time. Janet, one of the women, was fairly large. She had a childlike face, curly hair, a kind heart and a simple disposition. She’d regularly plonk herself down next to me in the vestry, both of us in cassock and surplus, and say, ‘Every picture tells a story.’ Then she’d laugh, and I’d smile, but I didn’t have a clue what she was talking about.

My parents often took my sister and me to the theatre: variety bills at the Hippodrome, where the number of the act would be displayed at the side of the stage, and pantomimes and plays at the Rep and the Alexandra. We had a family outing to Stratford when I was about ten to see a matinée of Richard the Third with Christopher Plummer and Eric Porter. That was the start of my love affair with the place: I’d do the hour’s journey on top of the 150 from Birmingham, queue for standing tickets and see shows two or three times. I was addicted, but it was St Peter’s that gave me my first fix.