Irish playwright Conor McPherson explores the meaning of life, God, Heaven and Hell in these five plays. He utilizes well-known themes from Goethe, Hitchcock and Dracula as vehicles to explore the angst of modern life. The language is often crude, and the subject matter is mature, to say the least. These are not plays for the squeamish.
Shining City – A therapist tries to help rid a patient of a ghost from his past, and in turn, gains his own ghost.
“Just something else, besides all the pain and the confusion. Just something that gave everything… some meaning, you know? I’m talking about God, really, you know?”
The Seafarer – A Faustian Christmas eve poker game takes on high stakes amongst friends: monetarily, physically, and morally.
“I’m the son of the morning, Sharky. I’m the snake in the garden. I’ve come here for your soul this Christmas" . . . "The light under the Sacred Heart blinks on.”
The Birds – three survivors from a Hitchcock-style bird attack must learn to live together and attempt to discover their identity anew.
“‘Wait a minute, in all the cold eternal expanse of the cosmos, what if we are the only life anywhere in the vastness of time that can actually think, and knows that it exists, and that knows that it will die? And I realise that God is real. Because I am God. But I never realised before how helpless God is – in the face of reality and eternity. And how alone God is.“
The Veil – ghosts from the past haunt the future of a declining upper-class Irish household.
“This is all… the mind of God awakening and coming to know itself. And when we look at each other, just as I am looking at you now, it is as though God is looking at Himself in a mirror. And each eye, the beholder and the beheld, reflect the other back and forth as mirrors do, into a kind of genuine infinity. The infinity of God. You see? We are God… Isn’t that wonderful? Now, knowing that we are God is of course a great responsibility but it’s not something we want to bandy about!”
The Dance of Death – A military couple and friend from the past try to rid themselves of Hell – a Hell that is both past and present.
“Well, maybe this is Hell, and part of the agony is that we don’t even realise it?”