In the forward to the script of Declarations, just published by Coach House, he calls it “an archive, fated to be woefully incomplete, of a life lived”: his own. In documenting his life he reckons with his mother’s place in it and what it will be like for her to no longer be there. Thus far I have purposely avoided emotive or judgmental terms when writing this review, in an instinctual response of emulating the production itself, in all its devastating, joyous sparseness. It is fun and amazing to see her, and eventually the rest of the cast, interpret the phrases. At the end of the performance Tannahill attempts to bring the performers through the keyhole and directly into the experience of grief.

Source: thestar January 26, 2018 18:45 UTC