A review by katerinasiap
4.48 Psychosis by Sarah Kane

4.0

I find it hard to recognise what I've just read as a dramatic text. For me, this was so much more like poetry, probably the saddest poetry I've held in my hands. I struggled to read this separately from the declining mental health of the woman who wrote it in order to give credit to the richness of the play itself. The text, much like its structure, is extremely elusive and melancholic and I'd be a liar if I said that I managed to comprehend it in depth. What I can say is that it was hauntingly beautiful, ingenious, touching.

In the end, I may be failing myself for I am eaten up whole by a very specific, obsessive thought; what must a writer go through so that such splendid texts can be produced? Thanks to 4.48 Psychosis I came closer to the answer but would still have many torturing miles to go in order to actually find it.