MARY CONWAY revels in a powerful reminder that human lives are not defined by physical perfection
FEW writers have managed to capture the zeitgeist of 21st century America like Lynn Nottage did in her “uncompromising and frequently disquieting” 2015 play Sweat which earned undivided praise in London, New York and, crucially, from the residents of the rustbelt town of Reading, Pennsylvania, where it is set.
It also earned her a second Pulitzer prize for drama, making her the only female writer with that distinction.
Her ability to get under the skin of the times through deftly constructed characters, humorous observations and a knack for coaxing dramatic tension make her one of the most in-demand writers on the planet right now.
MARY CONWAY becomes impatient with the intellectual self-indulgence of Tom Stoppard in a production that is, nevertheless, total class
JULIA THOMAS unpicks the mental processes that explain why book-to-film adaptations so often disappoint
PETER MASON applauds a stage version of Le Carre’s novel that questions what ordinary people have to gain from high-level governmental spying
CARL DEATH introduces a new book which explores how African science fiction is addressing climate change


