Next year, Lally Katz is probably the most produced playwright in Australia (although Shakespeare might give her a run for her money). She h...

Next year, Lally Katz is probably the most produced playwright in Australia (although Shakespeare might give her a run for her money). She h...
I've a short speculation up at the Overland blog today which wonders about art, use and politics. All extremely difficult questions whic...
I saw three astonishing works of theatre last week, all created from texts not originally intended for the stage. One, A Woman in Berlin, is...
I am sometimes puzzled by a disconnect between form and content. No, let's go further: I am baffled by how a perceived form can oblitera...
Some days, writing is about as much fun as flogging yourself with a wooden spoon. Different parts of the brain refuse to speak to each other...
Ms TN spent most of last week in her bathchair with smelling salts taped under her nose, which partly accounts for the belatedness of these ...
Briefly: Marion Potts, the incoming artistic director at the Malthouse, announced her first season yesterday. And she's giving us a soli...
One would think that, after more than a month of thespian festivities, Melbourne theatre should have collapsed, gorged with its own dizzy ar...
* There's no shortage of new writing in November. In fact, Melbourne is so lousy with readings of new plays that there is absolutely no ...
For the first time I can remember, Daniel Keene has two productions on at once in his home town. One, the comedy Life Without Me, opened las...