Horan Sandpaper on Sunburn

1. Auflage 2024
ISBN: 978-1-78850-835-3
Verlag: Nick Hern Books
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 6 - ePub Watermark

E-Book, Englisch, 112 Seiten

Reihe: NHB Modern Plays

Freya's always been sensitive. Difficult, some say. Funny how those words have started to mean the same thing. It's September 2018, and everyone's living in a new, more inclusive Ireland after two referendums and one hot summer. We're all redefining ourselves. And so is Freya. She got dumped. But when her ex shows up at her parents' door along with unexpected news, it feels like anything is possible again. Can sensitive, difficult Freya learn to see herself anew? The personal becomes political in David Horan's funny and fascinating play exploring identity and family. Sandpaper on Sunburn was first performed at Smock Alley Theatre in 2024 as part of the Dublin Theatre Festival.

David Horan is a theatre director and writer, Artistic Director of Bewley's Café Theatre and a core Acting Tutor at the Lir National Academy, Dublin. Writing credits include Sandpaper on Sunburn (Dublin Theatre Festival, 2024) and CLASS (Dublin Theatre Festival, 2017, co-written with Iseult Golden). Directing highlights include: Beowulf: The Blockbuster by Bryan Burroughs, These Halcyon Days by Deirdre Kinahan (Edinburgh Fringe First Winner), Moment by Deirdre Kinahan (Bush Theatre, London), Moll by John B Keane (Gaiety, MCD/Verdant Productions), Pineapple by Phillip McMahon (Calipo/DTF), Hue and Cry by Deirdre Kinahan (IAC New york Times Critics Pick, Bewleys), Macbeth and Dancing at Lughnasa by Brian Friel (Second Age), In The Next Room by Sarah Ruhl and Three Winters by Tena Stivicic (Lir Academy) and the award-winning Tick My Box! (Inis Theatre) among others.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Horan, David

Leseproben

ACT ONE

SONYA TONY PATTISON

TONY. It’s been a mad day. Just… mad.

Everyone’s up to here, you know? High doh.

I’m sure she’ll… [come back] in her own time – you know yourself.

But you’ll wait. Sit. It’s no bother. You’re welcome, Sonya. Always are, you know that.

SONYA TONY

Now. I’ll get you something, a drink or – ?

SONYA. High doh?

TONY. Oh, for Jack. He’s four. We had a thing for him.

SONYA. A party?

TONY. Just family. He doesn’t have many friends, he’s four. So Colette and I offered. To take the pressure off Helen. And for… Freya too. We thought it might be good to make a fuss.

SONYA (). Freya, is she –

TONY. Yeah, yeah. She’s ehm… She’s great.

How are you anyway? It’s been a while.

SONYA. I’m good. Thanks, Mr Pattison – … Tony.

TONY. Do you need anything or…?

SONYA. Just. To talk.

TONY. Right, yeah… Will I call her? () Do you think?

TONY

Frey? Freya, Sonya wants to talk to ya? FREYA!

TONY SONYA

Perhaps it’s something I can…? No actually, best leave me out of it. I don’t want to get into more trouble.

Not that I’m taking sides.

Well I am. She’s my daughter. Of course I’m on her side.

But we’re all adults now… and things don’t always work out… and no one’s to blame. We know that, Sonya.

Sure isn’t it what you wanted? To be like the rest of us. To be able to get married or, call it a day. Because it’s all part of it.

And it’s not like Freya’s ever been, easy.

What am I saying, sure you know better than –

SONYA. I just, want to talk.

TONY. Right-o, well. Sit tight.

TONY

She’s bound to… resurface.

SONYA. Looks the same. The house.

TONY. Yeah? Sure why wouldn’t it? Oh except for the –

SONYA. Solar panels.

TONY. Outside, yeah, you saw them? We get more light on the front. I’d have preferred the back but the angle – they look all right though?

SONYA (). Doing your bit.

TONY. That’s it.

The lads down the garage helped install them so… not too expensive. Almost looking forward to the leccy bill.

SONYA. You’ll be making money.

TONY. Wouldn’t go that far… How is it the ad goes? ‘Every little helps’?

Cos you think, y’know, when they finish college and finally they’re out, taking care of themselves – like I was sixteen when I started working – so you think right, maybe now we can, relax. Colette and me, we can actually… But it never stops…

SONYA. You okay, Tony?

TONY. Mad day.

SONYA. Freya will be pleased.

( TONY.) With the solar panels.

TONY. Oh yeah. Cartwheels.

SONYA. And is there a car to work on?

TONY. Always.

SONYA. What this time?

TONY SONYA

TONY. Sky-blue 1970s Ford Consul.

Doing it as a favour. Some rust around the wheel arches, and the brakes need looking at. But good condition.

Ah, she’s a beaut. You wanna see this engine. Proper workmanship. A family car, not like the coupé – that came later. Tell you what, if you’re interested… drop down the workshop some evening, week after next, she’ll be ready. I’ll bring you for a spin.

SONYA. It is nice to see you.

TONY (). Ah here. Of course it is.

() It’s great to see you. Sure we all miss ya. Colette. Helen. Me. And Freya. You know that.

SONYA. You’re in trouble…

( TONY.) You said. You don’t want to get into more trouble.

TONY. Oh that. God, don’t remind me…

FREYA

FREYA. Tony hit Jack. Slapped his only grandson.

TONY. Excuse me, I did not.

FREYA. We all saw it.

TONY ( SONYA). Jack was getting too close to the candles. I was protecting him.

FREYA. By slapping him?

TONY. He bit me, the little bastard.

SONYA. Mr Pattison!

TONY ( SONYA FREYA). Now don’t be listening to how she puts it. She makes everything sound worse than it is.

FREYA. Who’s she? The cat’s mother.

TONY. Sonya, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have used that word about Jack but…

He is fascinated by candles. You know how kids are. Jack blows out the candles, we all cheer, he wants to do it again. So we do. And we do. And we do, I don’t know how many times and I’m relighting these things each and every – you know, next year we should get the ones, you know those candles that light back up by themselves? Jack would love that.

Anyway, the yoke, the lighter thingy, is scorching my hand, so I’m struggling. And the little fella’s getting more and more excited, leaning in, all ready to blow. But I can’t physically see the cake any more. I can’t see what I’m doing!

So I go to move him back and the little… skite goes and bites me. Look, there’s still a mark.

So I push him – no, I don’t push him. I pat him. Gently. Not in retaliation – though it bloody hurt! – more to let him know not to be biting people.

And he loses it. And then his mother loses it. I don’t know which is worse.

But this only makes the lad even more upset and before you can say ‘For he’s a jolly good fellow’, we’re in full-blown, nuclear territory and nothing will calm the situation… In the end his granny has to go and offer to drop them both off at his father’s. Nothing for it. Bleedin’ disaster.

And all because of the candles.

FREYA. It must have been more than a pat, Dad. The child freakin’ lost it.

TONY. He gets tantrums, Sonya. Like this one when she was younger. And not that much younger, as I’m sure you know.

FREYA. Helen couldn’t get Jack to calm down. And she was having a drink because the whole idea was to give Hels a break for the day so… No car! Mam had to do the honours. No chance of Jack getting in a car with Granddad. Nice one, Tony.

TONY. Ah jays… Anyway…

I will leave you two. To talk.

FREYA. No.

TONY. Ah no, I will. I’m sure you’ve got loads to catch up on.

FREYA ( SONYA, ). Why are you here?

SONYA. Mary Robinson’s been found. Not found. Sighted.

FREYA. When?

SONYA. I got a call from a woman. She saw her this morning. She was on her way to the shops and she saw Mary Robinson.

FREYA. Where?

SONYA. The Harold’s Cross area.

FREYA. Could she be more exact?

SONYA. She hadn’t her mobile with her. Or the flyer. So she called when she got home. She’s convinced it’s her, Frey.

FREYA

I thought you would want to know.

FREYA. Was it Loretta?

SONYA. Sorry?

FREYA. This woman who called. Is her name Loretta?

SONYA (). Yes!

FREYA. Yeah. She called before.

SONYA. She called…? No she didn’t.

FREYA. The woman’s batshit.

SONYA. When? When did she call?

FREYA. Three months ago. When Mary Robinson first went [missing] – … Loretta called three months ago.

SONYA. She called you?

FREYA. My number’s on the flyer as well. Or don’t you remember?

TONY. Can I just check, we are talking about the cat, yes? Not the former president / of –

FREYA. Of course, Dad. We’re talking about our cat. But somehow when we broke up, she became Sonya’s cat.

SONYA. That’s not what happened.

FREYA. And you couldn’t look after her for – what was it? – not even a whole month before Mary Robinson ran away? Probably went looking for me. But did she find me, Sonya, did she?

SONYA....