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Woman Caught Unaware (NHB Modern Plays)
Di Annie Fox
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A university professor is caught in a storm when an image of her in a changing room is shared online. Exploring how images of women are represented in art and social media, Annie Fox’s Woman Caught Unaware is a searing examination of the culture of body-shaming.
A monologue play, Woman Caught Unaware was a finalist in the inaugural Heretic Voices competition, presenting the best new writing in monologue form, and celebrating unique voices with exceptional stories to tell. It was first performed at the Arcola Theatre, London, in 2018.
The play is also available in the volume, Heretic Voices: Three Award-winning Monologues.
'Three exceptional plays… powerful, emotional, rage-filled works that rail against injustice but contain tenderness, humour and passion… it's a pleasure to witness this simple, powerful storytelling' - LondonTheatre1
'A whole theatrical season condensed into an evening' - Exeunt Magazine
'Inspiring… a poetic assembly indeed' - A Younger Theatre
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PART ONE
MARY, a professor, sixties/seventies.
When one of my graduate students – shall I tell you her name? – let’s call her Sam – came to see me outside of office hours – I was unsurprised. My office hours are available online, along with the reading list, class notes, PowerPoint slides and so forth – but there is a lot of hand-holding these days. (One student phoned me at 10 p.m. the other night just to ask the definition of chiaroscuro. ‘Google it,’ I told him. ‘The internet is your friend.’) So I was irritated, but, well – they make so many sacrifices to be here and have so few prospects – if it means I’m late getting home to Gale, if there is a slight delay for that delicious moment… It would be churlish of me to complain.
I assumed it would be about her thesis. Again. Sam was so fearful of failure she found it difficult to venture any original thoughts of her own. Instead it read like a crazy quilt of others’ undigested ideas. I sometimes wondered if it wouldn’t be kinder to direct her to another activity – accountancy, say. She wasn’t stupid, but she lacked flair and bravery – and no consultations with me were suddenly going to imbue her with that.
But there was something in her manner