The Listeners is not a cult narrative, or a Stephen King-wannabe, or a Lolita aftershock — Tannahill’s second novel is a triumph all its own, posing urgent (and at times beautiful) questions against a distressing context of disinformation.
To hear the play being read aloud and knowing I wasn’t going to have a chance at performing it again—it struck me that that part of my identity and relationship to the piece was over.