Sometimes a gal just has to do the bullet-point thang, even if I'm not quite sure how to get a bullet point on blogger and have to settl...

Sometimes a gal just has to do the bullet-point thang, even if I'm not quite sure how to get a bullet point on blogger and have to settl...
Direct your browsers this instant to Marion Potts's robust and optimistic Rex Cramphorn Memorial Lecture, delivered yesterday, which is ...
You can tell it's spring, because the ants are co-ordinating a spirited insurgency in the bathroom, and bare branches everywhere are bur...
Their flesh is heaving Inside me.Thyestes, Seneca, translated by Caryl Churchill. An idea - the antagonism of the two concepts Dionysian and...
Update: The article is online here. With thanks to Nicholas Pickard. (Now with crunchy comments! [Further update: sadly, it seems that three...
A while back, I teased out some of my thoughts on nationalism in Australian theatre into an essay, How Australian is it?, for the 200th edit...
I'm loath to say this, for several reasons, but nevertheless: sometimes you have to point out the obvious. (In Ms TN's case, pointin...
Update: The Wheeler Centre has uploaded edited videos of two Critical Failure sessions - film and theatre - on its website.The ABC's opi...
Every September for the past five years, Ms TN has looked up from her desk to see the Melbourne Fringe Festival bearing down on her like an ...
Gentle breath of yours my sailsMust fill, or else my project fails,Which was to please...The Tempest, ShakespeareIt begins, as all imaginati...
Those who missed Tuesday's panel on theatre criticism at the Wheeler Centre will be able to catch up with it next week, when all the Cri...
Although she is, in essence, the most retiring of violets, Ms TN has been gadding about town as if gads are going out of fashion. My final g...
This year's Melbourne Festival, Brett Sheehy's second, is a program that repays some attention. The more you look, the more exciting...