MARK TURNER holds on tight for a mesmerising display of Neath-born ragtime virtuosity

I ONCE heard a leading scholar argue that it was a shame that Shakespeare’s work had to be spoilt by stage performances, an attitude exemplifying the snobbery that Chris Jury describes in his recent demolition of the so-called Shakespeare cult in this newspaper.
Although academics can gain pleasure from examining the texts and preparing their erudite lectures, the plays were never meant to provide bewildering examination grist for generations of kids who mostly, as a consequence, will never wish to engage with Shakespeare again.
But, as any teacher who has experienced the excited involvement of a young audience enjoying a live modern production knows, the “difficulties” that make classroom textual studies a pain disappear as the language is brought to life through the chemistry of theatre.

GORDON PARSONS is riveted by a translation of Shakespeare’s tragedy into joyous comedy set in a southern black homestead

GORDON PARSONS is enthralled by an erudite and entertaining account of where the language we speak came from

GORDON PARSONS endures heavy rock punctuated by Shakespeare, and a delighted audience

GORDON PARSONS advises you to get up to speed on obscure ancient ceremonies to grasp this interpretation of a late Shakespearean tragi-comedy