A Taste of Evermead
Very much a departure from Marlowe’s usual work, this bittersweet, semi-autobiographical drama explores the challenges of growing up between two worlds, elven and human. It’s a theme that many other artists have tackled in the past, but rarely from as personal a perspective as this. Marlowe’s willingness to let her own heartache bleed into the script gives her always-sharp dialogue a depth and a resonance never seen in her romantic comedies or political thrillers. Its success was probably doomed by the choice of a theater in the rough-and-tumble northeast of Baldur's Gate as its first venue. Without the slapstick and bawdiness that audiences in that neighborhood demanded from their entertainment, A Taste of Evermead died slowly, after a week and a half, under a barrage of rotten fruit and catcalls. There remains hope, however, that a new production might be mounted in more suitable climes, for the play's obvious personal significance might well help it survive its author's notoriously short attention span.
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