A pedlar announces that the war is over; and as the soldiers return in the fragile peace that follows, the starving people are left to build new lives, to forge new identities. Written in a spare and lyrical language, Midwinter is a play about now, about love, self and a world made from conflict.
I do like how Zinnie Harris uses language, it's lean but really muscular; there's never any fat. I wish it had been a little more expansive? It didn't feel claustrophobic enough to warrant being forensic, nor large enough to feel epic.