Clare Lizzimore gets in the head of a woman trying to hold herself together. Tom Wicker reviews.
Tom Wicker reviews Daniel Alexander Jones’ ode to race, queerness and difference.
The bleed between place and person.
The feverish intoxication of Paris.
Slip in to something more comfortable.
The ageing process of plays.
Compelling, sad poetry.
The insular echo of self-applause.
An excess of tragic irony.
A reflection on ageing and change.