This series of pasted fragments, thoughts, and images is a little like a Scrapbook of Memories that Marian might’ve kept, or the kind once found, perhaps, lying at the bottom of a packing box in the attic of Crookhey Hall. Just like Marian’s companions, Dirty Market’s raggle-taggle collection of performers, writers, musicians and artists, brought so many exciting, deep, amusing, supportive and creative elements on the journey. Dirty Market, our company, is also a constantly shifting and changing entity, and this chapter charts our deepening sensation of commonality with Marian Leatherby, the narrator of The Hearing Trumpet, and her Santa Brigida companions. Le Guin talks about in her Carrier Bag Theory of Fiction essay we’ll refer to later. Rather like Surrealism’s Exquisite Corpse, it is made up of a series of apparently mismatched pieces its trajectory, certainly not linear, is more like the ‘seed collecting’, Ursula K. This chapter is about that adaptation process: our struggles, failed attempts, incomplete revelations and breakthroughs.

This is the story of how Dirty Market made a theatre adaptation of Carrington’s The Hearing Trumpet, how our understanding of the book (and its author) changed over time, and what happened when we tried to stage it…īelieving we were adapting the book, we discovered slowly, the book had been adapting us - personally, creatively and collectively.

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