I'm currently rereading Lion in the Streets, by Judith Thompson. It's a short, weird Canadian play that is rather fluid, making it difficult to follow. The main character, Isobel, is a ghost on stage and sticks around for the whole play. There are only 2 acts, but each "scene" in the play transitions from one to another with just one or two characters, none of which actually show up later. It's difficult to follow, very dark and personal and, by the end, shocking and uncomfortable. Thompson really has a way of bringing her characters to life through their dialogue that I appreciate, but it's so strange to read the thing.

I'm also in the process of writing an essay on George Luis Borge's poem The Other Tiger.

The History of the World in 10 1/2 Chapters is next on my to-read list.