Within the minds of a three women watching a very unusual play, against the backdrop of brushfires that… kind of feel like they ought to be more important, honestly, we get the rumination of lives turned inward, as they experience art. With all the context of their lives playing part, it’s a pretty interesting notion, and novel to me, so this was a really quick, compelling read, for me. 

It is very good, I think, at differentiating the women at a generational level. What issues affect them greatly differ, in believable and feel very much like truisms to me. It also hits on, before COVID, issues of attention span, perhaps as a byproduct because of the realization of their inner lives and turmoil, and being provoked by the play to it, possibly. But either way, none of them can seemingly pay attention that well to The Performance, and our ability to experience and internalize art being greatly warped by modern technology, I think is really interesting, and as worrisome as climate change (a pretty large concern, both in this fiction and reality).