Burning the tissue of my eyes. Surely the responsibility of the reviewer is to the theatre audience. To report how they responded to the play, to reflect the audience's reaction. But they didn't do that. Not if the letters I've received and the applause we've been given and the word of mouth that's been heard is any indication of that reaction.
Audiences love it, are provoked, stimulated, challenged and pleased by it.
They've gone so far as to write to newspapers to complain about the reviews, to phone the ticket booking agents to thank them for their suggestion. Tweezering away little pieces of rewounding meanness that surface without reason. Turning away from Buckingham Palace the cab passed a little house set in the south-west end of St James's Park. The cabbie pointed it out to me and said it must be the best place to live in London. He thought maybe a groundskeeper lived in it.