Station Hill is one of my favorite publishers. They published Franz Kamin's only record, That's enuf to endear them to me forever. This bk, however, didn't really do anything for me. I probably just didn't appreciate it enuf. ( )

Madness of the Day demands to be watched, but then, I would think that. I first came upon it at La Mama, a theatre I’m ashamed to say I’d never been to before the beginning of this year. Mystified too – how on earth could I have spent 15 years living in Melbourne going to the theatre with the fervour of a fanatic and be writing this now?

It was the experience of seeing it performed – soliloquies, one-man shows, how I love them – that made me come back to Geneva and buy the English translation. The haziness of the experience of reading it and recognising chunks of it, but not sure if it was all as in the show, not least because it was over 40C in the shade the night we saw it, made me write to La Mama and ask.

I received back a detailed reply from the director, Laurence Strangio:

http://alittleteaalittlechat.wordpress.com/2014/05/04/madness-of-the-day-by-maur... ( )

Fourteen pages of fermented spirits brewed at the truth distillery, aged 40 years in an oaken barrel, drunk by me while teetering on this shifty fulcrum of a Monday. Maybe I'll give it a proper review someday...if the madness of my own days ever lessens. ( )