Last night I saw the
Seattle Repertory Theatre's performance of Conor McPherson's
The Seafarer (if anyone reading this is in the Seattle area, it's running one more weekend -- go see it if you at all can, another fantastic performance from my favorite regional theatre). I knew the vaguest outline of the play's plot, namely that it was about depressed, drunk lower-class Irishmen and the age-old trope of the card game with the devil. I excepted the latter to mostly be a metaphorical device, and as such it was effective, but at the same time it also turned out to be a great bit of supernatural horror. If you have a chance to see this one performed, do, and if you don't, at least pick up a copy of the play and give it a read.
