One moment, Mona's father is teaching her to make pasta sauce at 2 AM and the next, she sits next to him in a hospital room, counting the seconds between beeps. When a curiously familiar barefooted boy runs in, carrying a blue umbrella and singing a song Mona's heard somewhere before, the rain begins. And Mona goes on a journey forward to the past.
Steeped in legend and lore, Oregano is a family play about accepting the past in order to embrace the future. Teaching us that sometimes, the truth can be exactly as we imagine it to be.
|Publisher:||J. Gordon Shillingford Publishing|
|Product dimensions:||5.40(w) x 8.30(h) x 0.20(d)|
About the Author
Rose Napoli is a Toronto-based playwright and actress. She is a two-time participant in the Banff/Citadel Professional Theatre Program and has worked in theatres across the country. Selected acting credits include: Juliet in Romeo & Juliet (Citadel Theatre, St. Lawrence Shakespeare Capital Critics Nomination), Jamie in The Incredible Speediness of Jamie Cavanaugh (Roseneath Theatre), Hermia in A Midsummer Night's Dream (Canadian Stage, Citadel Theatre), The Fan (Odyssey Theatre Rideau Nomination).
As a playwright, Rose debuted her first play, Oregano, at the Storefront Theatre in 2015. She has been a member of playwright units at Nightwood Theatre, Thousand Islands Playhouse, and Tarragon Theatre. Her plays include: Ten Creative Ways to Dispose of your Cremains, Lo (Or Dear Mr. Wells), and Shrew (A Big Fat Italian Comedy Inspired by William Shakespeare).
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MONA closes her eyes. MIMMO begins to hum his theme softly. His voice is tired and faint. As he sings, MONA begins to relax completely.From somewhere in the distance, the boy's voice joins MIMMO's. He puts his hand on Mona's temples and pulls the migraine from her head. There is pain in his face as he does this. He blows it into the wind. The boy with the umbrella is running along as the migraine floats in the direction of the woman, LA STREGA NERA.LA STREGA and MIMMO look at each other for a moment.MIMMO: You.STREGA: You.MIMMO: Here we are. I knew it.STREGA: Something is coming. LA STREGA disappears. MIMMO is alone for a moment. MONA stirs.MIMMO: Mona, Mona, you're back, my little chipmunk?MONA: I'm back.MIMMO: Good.MONA: No more headache.MIMMO: That's my girl.MONA: Thank you.MIMMO: You're welcome.MONA: Was I gone long?MIMMO: No time at all.MONA: And now, pasta sauce.MIMMO: Pasta Sauce!MONA: I promised.MIMMO: First the onions!He motions to the table where there is a pile of onions.MONA: We're starting with the worst part.MIMMO: Then it'll be over. The only way to build up the resistance is to do it.MONA: I cry every time. Maybe I'll never build up the resistance.MIMMO: But you never stop trying. That's the point. I bought fifty onions.MONA: Trial by fire.MIMMO: Making sauce, Mona, it's in your blood. Once you learn, you can never unlearn. You're also extremely fortunate because you have the world's best teacher.MONA: Right.MIMMO: Assume your post. Are you ready?MONA: Um --MIMMO: Go! They start chopping the onions. They both start crying. Despite the tears, they keep chopping. Their tears turn to laughter.A sudden loud car crash. Blackness. The beating of a heart monitor.A hospital room. MONA sits watching MIMMO's lifeless body. A moment.