ANDY HEDGECOCK is entertained by a playful novel that embeds a fictional game at its heart
SET on Midsummer’s Eve in Sweden— a time for partying, rule-breaking and indulging in the forbidden — August Strindberg described his 1888 play Miss Julie as “a naturalistic tragedy.”
Immersed in a world where the lower orders and the ruling classes co-exist in a seemingly perpetual dependency, his most popular work homes in on a fateful night in an aristocratic home, where madness is in the air and the servants revel in abandon.
During it, the upper-class Miss Julie — in a story that almost tells itself — rocks the social code to its foundations when she seduces the handsome valet Jean.
MARY CONWAY becomes impatient with the intellectual self-indulgence of Tom Stoppard in a production that is, nevertheless, total class
Although this production was in rehearsal before the playwright’s death, it allows us to pay homage to his life, suggests MARY CONWAY
MARY CONWAY revels in the Irish American language and dense melancholy of O’Neill’s last and little-known play
MARY CONWAY is disappointed by a play that presents Shelley as polite and conventional man who lives a chocolate box, cottagey life



