Review: Wretch

A prison is a place where people are watched, and know that they are watched. In these spaces, behaviour shapes itself beneath the pressure ...

Be a Wretch

Ms TN is having lively dialogues with her brain, which have currently gone into arbitration. Viz.: said brain refuses to go to work. While I...

Seven Jewish Children

Update: George Hunka on British playwrights, responding to David Cote's Time Out blog, is a must-read. And see Andrew Haydon in the Guar...

Review: I Love You, Bro; Poupee

“I am a famous liar,” boasts Johnny, the swaggeringly vulnerable teen protagonist of Adam Cass’s fascinating one-man play I Love You, Bro. H...

Review: The War of the Roses

History is the discourse of power Michel Foucault, Society Must Be Defended Here's a good world the while! Why, who's so gross That ...

Smoke, war and Mudd

Ms TN flew back into the smoke haze of Victoria yesterday afternoon. It was all a bit spooky, peering out from my little metal tube 38,000 f...

Optimism...

...seems to be the word for the zeitgeist. A brief hoy before I step on the plane to Sydney to see The War of the Roses, so I can point you ...

Review: Yellow Moon, Jerker

We're all a bit shellshocked here in Victoria, as the death toll from the weekend's bushfires keeps spiralling up. Saturday was a te...

Review: Woyzeck

Before I begin today's sermon, it might be worth pondering for a moment the meaning of "masterpiece". My favourite definition,...

Inspiration elsewhere

Every now and then the absurdity of my existence bursts on me afresh. There is that French existential sense, ie, M. Camus (how cool was he?...

Scriptoria unbound

The virtual library thing is now escaping from Borges' imagination and into the real world. Consider, for instance, the Australian Scrip...