I bought this book for my English Literature course in uni, but I certainly won't sell it. Sarah Kane writes with a poignancy that, in my opinion, exceeds Samuel Beckett. In her plays, language is stripped down and exposed as an instrument of violence, a weapon of domination. Linguistic and material power mirror each other, and change according to the circumstances.
'Blasted' condenses global violence in one setting, showing that the fact that something doesn't happen in our house doesn't mean it DOESN'T HAPPEN. It may even happen next door. The play starts out with a rather disturbing dialogue between Ian and Cate, and quickly moves on to domestic violence, which disintegrates as the room is literally 'blasted' by a bomb. The images of the soldier raping Ian and the eating of the dead baby are certainly disturbing, but the emphasis often also lies on what isn't said, but can be inferred.
It slowly disintegrates into a series of images, language losing its power, until Ian's final "thank you" seems to restore some sense of order.
Another, even denser play specifically worth mentioning is '4.48 Psychosis', my personal favourite. There are no named actors, no scenes as such, no described setting. It is a series of monologues and dialogues (beautifully written!), which come to one highly emotional, desparate conclusion: suicide. There is no beautiful explanation, no sense of order, the audience is confronted and left with what it has witnessed.
Overall, it is not easy to describe Sarah Kane, but I would definitely recommend reading her plays, although it certainly isn't an easy read.