Red by Somalia Seaton

Oh my god, I loved this play. An exploration of grief and friendship, I love the replaying of scenes, looking for the missed clues, dropped stitches, trying to make sense of things.

It’s a motif I also found powerful in Rabih Alameddine’s I, The Divine where the book is entirely told in first chapters, as the narrator struggles to find the right place to begin, instead going over events repeatedly, gradually seeing them differently. This is such a potent way is to reveal a character’s mental state, and what torments them. And in Red, Somalia Seaton has used it to amp up the emotion of the sequence, making it moving and ultimately unsatisfactory. Seaton’s protagonist can find no answers, she must just accept the loss of her friend and that she may never know why.

A rare and wonderful piece.