‘Look – they’re fading. Those liars. Dissolving . . . It’s the end of their world . . . The birth of a new one . . . Our one . . . Our world.’
It’s Mother’s Day and mother is dead. Now her two sons gather in her home to argue about the truth of their childhood. But a storm is approaching . . . with a violent new truth all of its own.
Piranha Heights is non-stop, filthily poetic and a searing insight into the disenchantment of young people today.
This edition, featuring a revised script, published to coincide with play’s revival at the Old Red Lion, London, in November 2014.
Praise for Leaves of Glass: ‘Like a shard of glass plunged straight to the heart . . . superb.’ Guardian
