Othello

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Sam Wanamaker Playhouse

I was a little anxious about this one – I’m not great with the heavy tragedies, and I worried about whether the changes in the Globe had been carried through to damage the tiny Sam Wanamaker Playhouse. I was right to be. The (happily unadulterated) Jacobean experience makes the tragedy far more immediate. This wasn’t, quite rightly, an easy play to watch.

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A deed of gift

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I gave blood earlier this week. Don’t worry – I’m not about to go all Titus Andronicus on you and mention all the times Shakespeare talks about blood – life is too short and I tend to get light-headed just looking at my own donation*. I was just lying there, musing on how odd it was to, you know, undergo pain and some prolonged discomfort to help strangers. How great altruism is**. And how profoundly undramatic it is.

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Othello

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13 February 2015

Twas the night before Valentine’s, and I was off to see a play about sex, jealousy, obsession and death. Probably a good thing I didn’t have a boyfriend to take with me (even if the couple I did go with didn’t seem to have a problem). And it was pissing down with rain, which is more of an issue than you might have been thinking since the Rose isn’t heated (thank god they give out blankets)*. Continue reading