Thursday, 10 March 2011


There are many works of art that have a letter as the title. For starters, there's the Booker-Prize winning novel G, by John Berger. In the sordid world of rock and roll the letter L has been used for albums by both the art school rockers Godley and Creme and the king of glissando Steve Hillage. ( If you like that sort of thing you should buy them, they're both terrific ). And in the field of motion pictures there is M by Fritz Lang, Z by Costa Gavras, and O, the Othello reworking starring Martin Sheen and Julia Stiles.

Will Giles Armstrong's D join this illustrious elite of artistic excellence? I don't see why not. I haven't read it, and have absolutely no idea what it's about. All I do know is it's a fifty minute stage piece, and that Giles has got to be just about our keenest critic. Have we ever had a piece without Giles raising his hand to comment afterwards? Now's the time for all our embittered writers with long memories to get their revenge.

What higher recommendation do you need?

Monday 14th of March, 7.45 at the Phoenix.

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