Long before I had the chance to adore all of you, I adored the bits of you I could see. First performed at the Traverse Theatre on 13 August 1998. What I missed when I first saw it in Edinburgh in 1998 was the despair that is barely contained by the work's cool, detached structure. Memories of abuse, pain and the terrible inequality of love pulse through the play like a throbbing, infected wound. Death beckons, with an enticement that proved irresistible.
Pain links the plays, and intensely intimate it feels.
What s remarkable about this piece is that Kane looks at her capsule sufferer clinically from the outside as well as fiercely from within. Seeing the plays in tandem, it is quite clear that they are as linked as night and day. They are like a pair of terrible, beautiful twins, fascinating, subtly different and yet also the same. These texts don't so much push at the boundaries of theatre as simply dissolve them. Just as Kane dissolved herself.