Review: A Hundred Different Words For Love

James Rowland
Summerhall,  Aug 9-27

4 Stars (4 / 5)

In case James Rowland was being serious, he is wrong. A lot of art has been made about love and he, as the average cisgendered heterosexual white middle-class man, will not get to define it before anyone else does.

And yet, this does not devalue a single second of his solo piece, A Hundred Different Words for Love. Directed by Daniel Goldman, it is a fake account of Rowland’s relationship with a woman-who-shall-not-be-named from day one, and the marriage of his friends Sarah and Emma. Together with open presence, occasional 4-chord interludes and attempts at various accents, Rowland takes the audience on a bittersweet journey of what he discovers love to mean, and the tiniest places in which love can be found.

Extremely personable, humorous (but also expectant of laughter) and verbose, Rowland’s fictitious universe is intriguing and draws audiences in.