Published: 7 December 2023
ISBN: 9780645404135
Imprint: Story Playscapes
Pages: 108
Categories: Young Adult Fiction / Performing Arts / Theatre and Musicals
Young Adult Fiction / Fantasy / Contemporary
Young Adult Fiction / War & Military
Ages: 15-18
Characters: 8+
Trim Size: 229 x 152 mm (9 x 6 in)

Review

“Susan Marshall’s writing resonates with a power and energy that moves you. Her worlds spark with life, heightening finite details which both absorb her characters and define their spirits within them. She gifts the war survivor with a strong presence that transcends well beyond the page. We trek each step with her characters, live and breathe their moments and are amazed by their highly creative journeys. Read All the Hope We Carry and allow yourself to be carried away.”

– Hendrick Jorgensen, Independent Reviewer.

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All the Hope We Carry

Theatre Playscapes Series: #2

Susan L. Marshall

Paperback (Matte Finish)
7 December 2023

“We must fight for our hopes, Samuel,
they are too precious to lose.

If we carry enough hope, we can
heal the world.”

Susan Marshall makes history with a new theatrical style and a breathtaking play that is a tribute to the war survivor …

Samuel is afraid of the war in Maren and yearns to escape it. 
In the glow of moonlight, he is lured into the world within an unrolled piece of paper …

Claire hopes to heal the world. Comforted by the memory of her father,
she draws a fantastical picture with a secret life of its own …

Doris desires the guidance of light to help her daughter Claire to survive the war. Frantically searching for her son Samuel, she is unaware
of Claire’s secret …

In her inspirational article: Theatre Playscapes of Hope, award-winning Susan Marshall argues that a young person’s autonomy can be further developed through a sense of comfortability with the way one carries oneself and shares their own personal presence in their lifeworld.

Referring to her extensive research of World War II in Gozo and Malta (along with her own family story), she discusses how she used her new Theatre Playscapes theatrical style to create All the Hope We Carry.

In this play, All the Hope We Carry, we witness Susan’s work with the Theatre Playscapes style in practice. Susan has developed a play that respects the war survivor, who faced with the traumas and turbulence of war, must find ways to carry themself and to survive.

Susan uses her exceptional ability to distil and transcend vivid and dream-like moments,which evoke the spirit of the war survivor on a compelling and fantastical journey of hope.

All the Hope You Carry will linger with you long after you have read it.

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All the Hope We Carry

Series: Theatre Playscapes #2
Author:
Susan L. Marshall
Publisher: Story Playscapes
Era: First Era
ISBN: 9780645404135
When referencing all quotes from All the Hope We Carry, please cite:
Marshall, Susan L. (2023): All the Hope We Carry. Story Playscapes, Melbourne, Australia

Provenance & Technical Ledger: All the Hope We Carry (Theatre Playscapes)
A monumental dramatic work developed alongside Fleur of Yesterday that served as the birthplace of the Soulful Formalist philosophy. This text pioneered the study of light fractures and prismic colour theory, pushing the technical boundaries of structural time, location setting, and protagonist architecture to new heights.

“We must fight for our hopes, Samuel,
they are too precious to lose.
If we carry enough hope, we can heal the world.”

“Echoes of life call to me,
like sparks of hope in the darkness.
Times of play and freedom …

“The trees we would climb,
higher and higher towards the sky,
releasing our dreams towards the heavens.”

“I am awash with a sea of gratitude,
that fills every crevice of my body.
I feel as though I am floating freely
out across a wide, calm ocean.”

“Stepping onto the crease,
I tense my body in anticipation of the worst.
I am rising higher now as the crease grows,
forming into a large, dotted green hill.”

“The land of Maren, my island,
calls to me in my fretful sleep.
Like dancing ribbons of light,
it winds its memories around
my starved, yearning torso,
tearing at my aching heart.”

“I am twirling now,
unravelling a ribbon memory
of light, warm sand
and cresting waves around me.”

“Wanderers they are, across the
unpredictable wrath of day and night.
Bearers of battle’s anguish, they see
more of the world than we, in these confines.

“Unknown to us, are the reasons for such fight,
that strip the souls of man with live fire.
“Sitting ducks are we, to war’s wrath.”

“You must keep your eyes open,
don’t lose yourself here in Maren.
The dark can coax and hide you,
stripping you of your glowing light
and nurturing the very fears that torment you.”

“I feel the searing, burning of my hands,
caught alight by the red-tipped fire.
Silent I am, mesmerised by the flames
that have now caught me in their trap.”

“Instinctively, I flap my arms beside me,
streaking fire across the sky
with my red flamed, fluttering wings.

“High I am, staring down at
the creased world below me.
A world that I have sworn to protect.”

“I allow myself to believe
that I may just be that bird,
taking a small adventure
across my tiny island.

“I could have wings that soar,
high above the red stained streets
into a much calmer, brighter sky.”

“Rage on, anger will,
be it day or night,
an existence that has emptied me
of light’s vibrancy.

“A walking shadow I have become.
My soul’s pockets empty of life.”

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