Isolating in Nogent-sur-Marne, Wajdi Mouawad embarks upon a spectacular inner voyage, travelling from his own microcosm to the eye of the Big Bang. We follow him from Peter Handke's office to his father's retirement home, from the banks of the Saint Lawrence to Montréal, Greece, Greenland, and the Lebanon of his childhood. Through Kafka and Star Wars, by way of French phonetics and the Temple of Apollo in Delphi, he explores the razor's edge of madness, conjures a dream shared by all humanity, and probes the bestiality of our everyday lives.Mouawad's plays, novels, and essays speak to us all, confronting our ghosts, addressing the obscure and the impenetrable, which dissipate as they are put into words. The musings in Speaking through the Night, born out of solitude, confront the mysteries of the universe with supple introspection.
Play from Wajdi Mouawad translated by Shelley Temperman for the stage. "Why is the war so beautiful? Why can't I take my eyes off it? These fireworks! It's so enthralling mama, I'm kneeling, wide awake, at the wide open window, enraptured by the horror! Oh, it's so hard to keep my eyes closed!" Nelly in Wedding Day at the Cro-Magnons
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