I'm currently working my way through The Complete Works Sarah Kane, which I'm thoroughly enjoying. These are some of the most arresting plays I've read in a long, long time. I hope this isn't yet another thing that should go into the asshole file, but a lot of her writing seems really campy to me. Nicole wrote about this on her blog yesterday after I joked about it in a tweet. Is Sarah Kane camp?
I don't mean it in any derogatory way. Camp is pretty much my life. I love the late, great Divine more than some of my own relatives. But I feel a deep connection with Kane's work too. I write comedies (kind of) but I can't help feeling like I owe Kane a debt for sheer outrageousness. I love (most of) these plays. I just mean that the plays are so exaggerated. Kane really turned up the grotesque to 11 in such a way that... well... makes me laugh. I can't help but wonder; did Sarah Kane have a better sense of humor than we give her credit for?
Before you send me nasty comments, let me qualify by saying that I think this are beautiful, arresting, troubling plays. I just also think they're a little campy too.
As a footnate, my idea of heaven is now a production of Blasted with Divine magically playing both Cate and Ian like she played both Dawn and Earl in Female Trouble.