By Neil Cooper August 21 2006
The Herald(UK)


What possesses a man to commit genocide, then deny it right up to his last gasp?

Similarly, what possesses a weaver of fiction to go in search of a multitude of truths,

about himself and the mess his life is in?


Jewish Canadian playwright Michael Redhill's searingly intense study puts his own voice

in the frame as a chance meeting with a stranger in a bar leads to the former prison

officer who once oversaw a monster, but is now herself hiding out from the rest of the



This looks like one more Nazi-hunting thriller, but peel back the layers of Ross Manson's

production for Toronto-based Volcano Theatre, and as well as tapping into the Zeitgeist

of dictators being brought to task even as other war crimes are committed, and a near

Pirandellian inquiry into the nature of truth, fiction, speculation and imagined history

springs into play.


Knitted together via a series of role-playing flashbacks by a six-strong ensemble, and

with some spine-tingling choral singing derived from South Africa and Eastern Europe, a

serious and profound rumination on the weight of moral responsibility in an unjust world

goes beyond good and evil to get its man.