My Life in Art: Art in My Life–Ashes by David Rudkin

But as the story of an infertile Ulsterman and his English wife, Ashes spares nothing in following the couple’s failure to conceive; from unhelpful seminologists who liken immotile sperm to “dead tadpoles” to patronizing clinical workshops demonstrating sexual positions.

Decades later, the has the candor that can still cause embarrassment over where to look, or what not to hear.

The dazzling whiteness of the set seems to present the characters as specimens in their own biological experiment

Rudkin’s long, discursive drama is undeniably of its time–pre-IVF and written as comment on the escalating Troubles in Northern Ireland, which become the subject of oblique, extended monologue in the second half.

Anne and Colin are a thirty-ish British couple who desperately want a child.
With stark realism, harrowing insight, and dark humor, their efforts to achieve this blessing are portrayed.
The embers of their hope become the ashes of their dreams, and with bitter experience they summon the strength and love to go on.

But although science has progressed and the political situation moved on, you are aware of a cussed, confrontational, highly original voice still capable of stirring up quite a storm.