Judith Thompson is fascinating. This play has a strong impulse behind it. The Duality of humanity. The obsession with childhood and breading. And also our need for dreamtime. The play is almost expressionist at moments. But the curse of her work is she lacks editing. Often this play falls into unneeded realism or restraint, that I can't figure out if it comes from limited Canadian creatives or from herself. For instance, the use of taxi driver with Pegs or the Italian man. These things are pointless to overall story. It's almost like she is doing this please an audience and not her story. The play also goes on three scenes too long. Perhaps, again it's a lack of faith in her audience. The first act is strong, but the second becomes muddled in both over writing, and need to explain. There's a powerful piece within the play, but in its current form it's merely just good.
I enjoyed this read - Judith Thompson always creates deep, gritty characters with everything to lose. Though I found a lot of the business about who had the baby somewhat confusing, this is a particularly touching read for me as a single father. But other than that, I don't have much to say about it. It left me feeling like the play was unfinished, like there were many loose ends that needed tying. Enjoyable, but I wouldn't read it again like I would _Lion in the Streets_ or _The Crackwalker_.