My reading for this weekend was the brilliant and utterly heartbreaking, Meet Me at Dawn by Zinnie Harris. This play reminded me how much I can learn about dialogue from playwrights, it is a maze of half-sentences, and confusion that clears to the realisation that one of the characters has died and the other is trying to come to terms with it. It’s beautifully done. I wish I had seen it on stage.
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