JAMES WALSH is moved by an exhibition of graphic art that relates horrors that would be much less immediate in other media

THE YEAR began with a flurry of Arthur Miller productions which left his canon feeling surprisingly dated.
A sprinkling of stardust with Wendell Pierce and Sharon D Clarke could not fully re-energise the Young Vic’s Death of a Salesmen and the sense of anarchy in Jay Miller’s production of The Crucible at The Yard was more enigmatic than eerie.
The West End transfer of The Price packed the biggest punch of the impromptu season, with David Suchet's star turn as Jewish furniture dealer Gregory Solomon resurrecting Miller’s piercing critique of consumerist society.

MAYER WAKEFIELD laments the lack of audience interaction and social diversity in a musical drama set on London’s Underground


