15/7/21: Part Four of this play is set in 2021. When it premiered in 2016, that felt like a lifetime away. Its vision of another Iraq war felt tangible but still distant, as if behind frosted glass. Reading it now, in a hot summer, having recently dodged flash floods in London and hearing about record temperatures in the US and Canada, it feels practically optimistic. Hickson's recent observation that if anything we're much closer to the play's final section, set in 2051 seems to me accurate. We're not so much hurtling towards the cliff edge as we are mid-freefall.
26/11/17: "The Western Empire, like the Roman Empire that had come before, made the false assumption that their version of modernity was modernity itself." p. 124
When I say I think this is the most significant piece of British drama of the last 5 years, it's not because I haven't thought about it. It's unparalleled in it's ambition, and unmatched its it's poetry and imagery.
Hickson takes us from the dawning of the Age of Oil in 1889, to its end in 2051, by telling the story of May, who is 20 and pregnant in 1889. Over her extended life, the relationship between May and her daughter forms the dramatic tension that gives the play its spine. Through this relationship, everything is made present. Imperialism, class, gender, sex, energy, modernity: all are deeply felt in this play. How far will a woman go to give her daughter more than she was given? And when does that become incredibly dangerous?
Its ingenious structure brings to mind David Mitchell, with shades of Caryl Churchill in the form and politics. Its imagination is breathtaking. The way it was dismissed by its critics pisses me off to this day (it's been over a year since I saw it in previews.) God I love this play. I hope it gets the life and reputation it deserves.