We Play Ourselves

This might be the sort of thing known as "meta" or something. A playwright gets an award and a chance to produce her play. Bad review and she reacts badly. Runs away to LA and gets involved with a movie-maker who is let's say a bitch. Cass (who everyone thinks is "Cath") seems a step behind realizing how fake what is supposedly a "documentary" of some sort is. Things get more absurd (her play was supposed to be absurd theater) when she goes back home and it all ends up with a twisted Easter puppet show.

It all escalates with various absurd events that on some level seems so absurd to be intentionally amusing (an abused playwright who is successful with absurd stuff is but one thing). Cass' dealing with the filmmaker goes on a bit too long, but it's all readable and so forth to keep my interest. The author has experience in plays and television, so has authority on some of the stuff she writes about. For some reason, her website is being blocked by my virus software. But, this is her first full length novel, and it covers a lot of ground.

I don't read much fiction, so it's part by chance that I found and read it thru. Check it out.