Originally written on 8.5x11 white printer paper (an anomaly for the writer), this play experiments with snowballing dialogue and blunt stage directions. The beauty in this play is in the incremental unravelling of information over time. Best digested when paying attention to what the action onstage is leading you to believe at each stage of the process. Due to its nature, it appears like a completely differently story on a second readthrough.
From the text of The Abandoned Page of A Journalist's Notes...
⚫"SQUIRP: This candelabra's been cleaned recently... [surveying]... Last time I was here, these drapes were pulled halfway; now, they're open as a book... what a rug, it seems all the bumps have been smoothed out...
ARGON: We've kept up with the place, is that what-
SQUIRP: A few more minutes, Doctor, allow me. You can hear over these dividers, can you not? And the proximity to the kitchen from here... And, I suppose it warms a man's heart to know the fireplace was recently used.
ARGON: Enough complimentary musings. What is the meaning of all this?
SQUIRP: I do not suspect you are the cause of all these conditions of the house... yet.
ARGON: I do what I can to help.
SQUIRP: This is no matter you'd like to help, Dr. Carlyle, for don't you find that the preparations of this room are precisely those which could only be conceived by a murderer."
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