“…Ms. Kane had written only five plays. On the strength of those alone, however, she had been hailed by some critics and writers as a potential heir to dark, existentially minded playwrights like Samuel Beckett and Edward Bond, with a brilliant career ahead of her. But Ms. Kane’s life came to a sudden, violent halt in February 1999, when she hanged herself in a London hospital where she was being treated after swallowing a handful of sleeping pills. She was 28.

A through-the-night writer with a history of depression that shared time with an often vivacious spirit, Ms. Kane had written up to the time of her death. In retrospect, Psychosis seems too sadly prescient to bear; set in a netherworld populated by characters without set identities, the play ends with a chorus that suggests imminent death: ‘Watch me vanish, watch me vanish, watch me, watch me, watch.’

That line proved prophetic in a different way, too. Now five years after her suicide, Ms. Kane is one of the most watched playwrights around, a proposition that is either made more or less likely, depending on how you look at it, by the coincidence of her youthful promise and premature death.” (New York Times)