A play by Carla Harryman. From a review by Jena Osman in Traffic: “Once a memory enters into language, it becoms theatricalized, a construction for the purposes of presentation, that both the listener and the speaker believe to be real. Memory Play provides a lively platform from which to examine the moral and political implications of such poetic processes.”
Praise for Memory Play
Going to a reading by Carla Harryman is to confront a room full of enraptured writers. The more one understands the craft’s intimacies, the deeper the appreciation of her discoveries. Unlike her prose, Carla’s plays seem to have a constant shift of purpose—at one turn the audience is invited into a whirlwind exploration of hierarchies through the mouths of Bosch-like talking animals. Around the next bend we are abandoned like old employees sitting around in the swamp. Just when all seems lost it is the author, herself who comes to our rescue, riding a silver steed of breathtaking explanation.
— Sarah Schulman
Suppose you had a dream life and woke up not a person interested in telling as a story what you could recall of it as it could be translated and tricked into the words and images of a narrative that made sense by referring to the things of this world as your interlocutor knows them as well as you do but woke rather or also as a polyvocal congruence much as the clouds and birds in flight make sense to that visionary in you that doesn’t mean anything until you find yourself looking back at its patterns and wondering through it. They are you in this world. Perhaps that is how you will read Memory Play.
— Steve Benson