At under one-hundred pages, Wit, is a quick play to read but loses something not being performed. As a student of English I enjoyed the references to John Donne, but for someone less interested in early British literature the comparisons might border on the tedious. To enjoy this play it’s important to see past the cerebral stream-of-consciousness of the professor and see the woman being faced with the end of her life.
Written beautifully, Edson brings the poetry of Donne to modern day relevance to show that death, and coming to terms with suffering, are things humanity has been trying to understand for centuries. While the written play does this topic some justice I’d strongly recommend going to see it being performed if that’s an option for you.