LADY
BETTY LEMON, widow of a Labour peer, 'crippled by everything
old age brings', receives a letter informing her she's been
voted 'Handicapped Woman of the Year'. It appals her. She
spends the next 45 minutes rehearsing the speech she will
never give and raging on behalf of those handicapped by fear
of their priests, charlatans, charismatic politicians, marriage,
ignorant teachers and bigoted parents. At a certain moment
her motorised wheelchair takes on a life of its own - yet
another of her life's vicissitudes.
The only surrealistic play in the cannon,
and one that the author describes as 'a self-portrait of defiance
and despair'. |
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