Sebastian Brook is a ruthlessly ambitious fancy-pants director with his hot little hands all over the levers of theatre’s dream-making machinery. When a former friend and colleague invites him out for drinks, the evening takes an unexpected and sinister swerve, sending Sebastian spinning into a nightmare that will require every ounce of his ample creativity, cleverness, and cunning to wake from.
With a compulsively readable narrative that offers a devastating portrait of contemporary art creation – from needy actors to quid pro quo critics – you can make it up for me is a shameless ripoff of Michael Tolkin’s The Player, from the petty and vindictive mind of one of Canada’s authors.
