It opens at a Quaker meeting, a circle of people, being silent, waiting for the spirit to move in them to speak. At the end, there is a catalystic moment when one of their number does indeed speak. Continue reading →
Rupert Goold’s tenure hardly puts a foot wrong these days.
True I’ve missed a couple of events the past few months – including Ella Hickson’s The Writer which divided everyone apparently. But here’s another cracker from the Goold stable. And nobody could accuse Goold of ignoring 50% of the population in his choices. After Mike Bartlett’s Albion last year with its central female protagonist, and Hickson’s feminist oriented writer, here is Natalie Abrahami’s terrific revival of Sophie Treadwell’s 1928 humdinger of a `masterpiece’ (is there another word?!). Continue reading →
Forty one years ago, US playwright Arthur Kopit’s father had a catastrophic stroke that rendered him speechless.
Out of that family disaster, Kopit (who wrote books for the hit musicals Phantom, Nine and High Society as well as the memorably crazed Ah Dad, Poor Dad, Mamma’s Hung you in the Closet and I’m Feelin’ So Sad) wrote Wings. Continue reading →
Why don’t we know more about Queen Anne (1665-1714)? Squashed between William and Mary and the first of the Hanoverians, George I, Anne seems to have been completely overlooked by history or, at least, our agreed cultural narrative that favours Elizabeth and Victoria over the stout, rather solemn figure who stares out from royal portraiture. Continue reading →