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Ella Hickson

The Writer (NHB Modern Plays)

A young writer challenges the status quo but discovers that creative gain comes at a personal cost.
She wants to change the shape of the world. But a new way of thinking needs a new story.
Ella Hickson's new play, The Writer, is a searing exploration of power and patriarchy. It is premiered at the Almeida Theatre, London, in April 2018, in a production directed by Blanche McIntyre.
71 printed pages
Copyright owner
Bookwire
Original publication
2018
Publication year
2018
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Quotes

  • b2032408310has quoted4 years ago
    e approaches her – he takes her face in his hands – he kisses her.
    She kisses him back.
    It’s real love.
    BOYFRIEND. Don’t do the job if you don’t want to it.
    WRITER. Okay.
    BOYFRIEND. I just desperately want you to be happy.
    WRITER. I know.
  • b2032408310has quoted4 years ago
    He approaches her – he takes her face in his hands – he kisses her.
    She kisses him back.
    It’s real love.
    BOYFRIEND. Don’t do the job if you don’t want to it.
    WRITER. Okay.
    BOYFRIEND. I just desperately want you to be happy.
    WRITER. I know
  • b2032408310has quoted4 years ago
    Because you genuinely enjoy a sofa. And I know that sounds elitist and bit cunty and I sound like a narcissistic prick but there are cheerful people who sit all day and watch TV and love it. You are never happier than in the exotic-foods aisle at Waitrose selecting a new selection of snacking nuts and sometimes, I stand there, with the trolley and I feel like I’m dissolving inside just watching your capacity for happiness. And in me, for some reason, snacking nuts, exotic or otherwise, don’t stop this constant need for something – bigger – all the time. I want awe. I feel like I need blood. All the time. And anything less than that makes me feel desperate. It makes me feel like I want to die. Either I can feel real but I’m living in a world of cartoons or you and the world are real and I feel like I go see-through. And it’s not like that for you. You have snacking nuts. You’re perfectly happy in the world as it is. And it hurts to watch because I want to be like that so badly that it makes me actually hurt to watch you in Waitrose, smiling so much, over those snacking nuts.
    Pause.
    He approaches her – he takes her face in his hands – he kisses her.
    She kisses him back.
    It’s real love.
    BOYFRIEND. Don’t do the job if you don’t want to it.
    WRITER. Okay.
    BOYFRIEND. I just desperately want you to be happy.
    WRITER. I know.

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