From Library Journal
Nothing can nullify the horror contained within this play's opening sentence: "Fifteen years ago I killed my sister." One hot summer afternoon when the narrator was driving home from work, he noticed a small creature run out into the street. Then he heard a thud. When he returned to the scene of the accident, he discovered his little sister lying dead in the street. The rest of the play portrays how grief can unravel a family. The narrator takes a job in New York City and refers to himself in the third person, perhaps in attempt to assuage his grief and dissociate himself from the person who caused the accident. His parents eventually separate. His father dies of testicular cancer in a dingy room, and his mother enters a mental institution. The play is really a monolog in which the narrator quotes other characters' words. Rapp, winner of many awards for his plays and young adult novels, has created a poignant and sensitive play about lost lives. Recommended to any collection, specifically in public libraries. Bob Ivey, Univ. of Memphis
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Best known for his spare, lyrical young adult novels
The Buffalo Tree (1997) and
Missing the Piano (1994), Julliard-trained Rapp also has a growing reputation as a writer of sometimes uneven, nevertheless powerful plays. His latest is an odd hybrid, published in the style and format of a short novel but produced as a two-act play in October 2000 at the American Repertory Theatre in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Performed as a solo piece in early workshop productions,
Nocturne is a beautiful, moody work about a man reflecting on a life marred by the accidental killing of his sister, and it does have the feel of a long dramatic monologue, in which Rapp's gift for exquisite, well-balanced sentences serves him well. It isn't clear how the folks at ART were able to divide the monologue up among five actors, or even why they would want to. That hardly matters. On the page, it is delightful. How well it works on the stage is someone else's problem.
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