ANDY HEDGECOCK is entertained by a playful novel that embeds a fictional game at its heart
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Bereft of insight into Chinese culture and politics
MARY CONWAY is disappointed by a production that panders – if inadvertently – to Western prejudice against China
A JOY TO WATCH: (l-r) Gabby Wong (Lan Ping, Jiang Qing) and Millicent Wong (Li Lin, Sun Weishi
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Death comes for Liberals, entitled murder, Vatican hit squads, and fraternising with the Blitz killer
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GABRIELE NEHER draws attention to an astoundingly skilled Flemish painter who defied the notion that women cannot paint like men
The Bard pays homage to Hull’s finest promoter and venue, and awards Douze Points to Laibach
KEVIN DONNELLY outlines how the bourgeois institutions inhibit our ability to to view art in revolutionary ways, and suggests some tactics to overturn it
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Kiln, Kilburn
THERE should be so much to recommend in this new two-hander which premieres at the Kiln.
For a start the context is rarely explored in this country and introduces ideas that are both weighty and engrossing. Secondly, the production quality is both confident and slick. And lastly, the two female performers are a joy to watch.
Amy Ng’s play, however, is overloaded and often impenetrable for this audience.
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