Jersey Lillies


by Anne Le Marquand Hartigan

Book Cover: Jersey Lillies
Editions:Paperback - First: £ 6.99
ISBN: 978-1-910721-02-5
Size: 127.00 x 198.00 mm
Pages: 118
ePub: £ 4.99
ISBN: 978-1-910721-03-2
Pages: 118
Kindle: £ 4.99
ISBN: 978-1-910721-03-2
Pages: 118

This surreal trilogy of plays explores three real events in World War II German occupied Jersey.  Jersey Lilies combines a reworking of La Corbière with two new plays.

The tragic story of a boatload of French prostitutes shipwrecked, drowned and left to drift on the tide in La Corbière is echoed and amplified by Le Crapaud which exposes the terrible treatment of slave workers brutally slain by the Nazis, their bodies shamefully hidden, buried in the very walls they were building. The true story of two surrealist artists involved in extraordinary resistance work against the Nazis is the source of the third part and the inspiration for the surrealist style of the trilogy.

Published:
Publisher: Chiswick Books
Excerpt:

THE SLAVE walks as if queuing for food, carrying a bowl.
Stand in a queue a smelly shuffle
towards hot water weak water grimy.
A bowl of it.
Gone.
Bread. Bite. Gone.
Spoken in matter-of-fact manner:
There he went, another young one, fool,
idiot, we didn’t stop him. Slow. Stupid.
A bony child, sixteen, no more, up to the
huge black bastard serving soup, asking for more.
Stone mad. Famished mad. Up to that monster
serving...
Pause.
Before our eyes he killed him with one
blow of his ladle.
Pause.
Before our eyes.
Silence.
Scuttles back to his tunnel. Silence. Sees a fly.
Fly.
Listen here, fly. Listen.
Small brother. Tiny sister.
Do you love?
Pause.
Fly. Listen. How many eyes have you?
Is it seven you have?

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Oh you cursed creature,
it would be merciful to kill you.
Pause.
A wing of yours is broken, you have problems
my friend.
It is a peril to have eyes.
Pause.
I have two too many. They see too much.
I want my eyes gone from me.
Pause.
Poor fly. How you suffer. So much to see around
and about.
Pause.
I have love for you in your predicament.
Silence.
I will eat you.
Pause.
Because I love you.
Blackout. In the darkness, the words strike.
AXE AXE AXE
STONE STONE STONE
AXE AXE AXE
ROCK HARD STONE HARD
ROCK HARD STONE HARD
ROCK HARD STONE HARD
ROCK HARD ROCK HARD
ROCK HARD ROCK HARD
Saw. Suddenly saw
the guard slice,
with a swipe of his spade,
slice his arm off.
AXE AXE AXE
STONE STONE STONE
AXE AXE AXE
SWIPE SLAM SPADE SLAM SLAM
SLAIN
DEAD DOWN DAMNED DOWN DEAD
STONE DEAD
Hate hate hate
foul
filth
dirt
HATEHATEHATEHATEHATE
SHITEFILTHFOULSHITEFILTH
FIST FACE FIST FACE FIST
Fist in his face
FACE INTO FLESH

COLLAPSE
Reviews:Irish Times wrote:

"Her characters hark back to Becket's absurdist, dislocated figures and their self-referential monologues in which sound frequently communicates more than actual words. These men and women partake in symbolic rituals rather than sit around naturalistic kitchen tables and have their tea."

Irish Times wrote:

"The searing lament in this play is for... all women, and how they are too often seen by men as throwaway flotsam."