The Points of View Challenge – A Father-to-Be – Saul Bellow

Saul Bellow (born Solomon Bellows; 1915 – 2005)

Canadian-American writer, best known for his novels The Adventures of Augie March, Herzog, and Mr. Sammler’s Planet, (each winning the National Book Award for Fiction), Henderson the Rain King, Seize the Day, Humboldt’s Gift, (which won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1976) and Ravelstein. A Father-to-Be was first published in The New Yorker on January 29th 1955 and in Seize the Day on November 15th 1956.

Available to read online here.

This is the last of eight stories in the volume Points of View to be given the style classification by Moffett and McElheny of Biography, or Anonymous Narration – Single Character Point of View. Their introduction concludes: “We have included a large number of selections in this group because this technique is the most widely used for telling a short story and very often used for telling a novel, especially in this century. Examples are Stendhal’s The Red and the Black, Hemingway’s For Whom the Bell Tolls and Marquand’s Point of No Return.”

Spoiler alert – if you haven’t read the story yet and want to before you read the summary of it below, stop now!

A Father-To-Be

On a snowy Sunday evening, 31-years-old research chemist Rogin is on his way to his fiancée Joan’s for supper. She had asked him to buy some items on the way, so he stops at a delicatessen to buy roast beef, shampoo and some other treats he thinks she might enjoy. He allows his mind to wander; thinking about how he has to give money both to Joan and to his brother to get him through college, then he observes the behaviour of the people in the delicatessen, and people on the subway as he starts his journey to Joan’s. There’s a man who thinks no one knows he drinks, two children from different families with the same toy, a dwarf whose sex he cannot determine, and a middle-aged man whose facial features reminded him of Joan. He takes an instant disliking to the man – and becomes upset as he realises he is how any son that Joan gives birth to will look like him. His anxieties escalate when he thinks of how the future could turn out, so much so that he considers ending his relationship with Joan. When he arrives at her home, he is initially frosty and grumpy, but Joan insists on washing his hair with the new shampoo, and this gentle, loving action calms him down so that his mind is once again at rest.

This is a very curious short story for two main reasons. First, very little happens. A man goes to his fiancée’s home via a delicatessen and the subway. Almost all the events of the journey happen in his mind. Second, our hero Rogin does not come across as a particularly pleasant person. True, he is generous, not worrying about the thirty dollars he gave Joan a few days ago, buying extras at the shop so that their supper will be more enjoyable, and we note that he pays for his brother’s college fees. But he is very judgmental; he mentally appraises and criticises all the people he meets and observes on his journey. Sometimes he compares them to himself, and always unfavourably.

Bellow’s concise writing is always effective and tells us more than we need to know. He encapsulates everything about Rogin in his first paragraph; not only his age and profession, but the eccentricities of his appearance (for example, his “preposterous gait”) and the fact that he wears a Burberry coat suggests his wealth. He also tells us exactly what the rest of the story will be about: “the strangest notions had a way of forcing themselves into Rogin’s mind”, and “he fell into a peculiar state”.

“Who is free […] who has no burdens?” Rogin asks himself, as he reflects on both the people around him and his own life. He likes to fantasise about inventions he could make – but doesn’t – and frets about his mother’s changing behaviour and condemns the secret drinker for believing he could fool anyone. He rehearses how he is going to compliment Joan when he meets her, as if he has to plan his spontaneity. He condemns the unthinking crowd because of “how they slept through life” and spends more time than he should trying to decide whether the subway passenger is male or female – something that should be of absolutely no concern to him at all.

But it’s when he allows his fanciful brain to expand on the character of the silent man to whom he takes an instant dislike that it actively does damage to the balance of his character. The title of story is A Father-to-be, but it’s not as though Rogin is shortly to become a father; there’s no evidence that Joan is pregnant, and indeed, it wouldn’t be something that would be acceptable in that time and in that social stratum. It’s just his imagination that, if he and Joan were to have children together, and did have a son, he fears he would grow up to resemble this man, about whom he makes the wildest judgments without knowing the first thing about him. To Rogin he is simply “flat-looking, with his ordinary, clean, rosy, uninteresting, self-satisfied, fundamentally bourgeois face.” “What a curse to have a dull son!” he concludes.

As a result, his demeanour has quite changed by the time he gets to Joan’s, but her loving touch and the possible religious symbolism of a hair-washing ritual – using the shampoo that is a “sweet, cool, fragrant juice” – puts all those damaging thoughts out of his mind. However, one does wonder whether those damaging thoughts are gone forever; and it’s curious to reflect on what kind of relationship he and Joan might have long-term. Will his fears of dull suburban existence come true, or will he just enjoy life for what it is?

Finely and precisely written, it’s a fascinating insight into the way one’s thoughts can wander and drift, and how easily it is to catastrophise. It definitely captures a recognisable moment and tells us more about the central character than he would ever want us to know.

The next story in the anthology is the first of three to be classified by Moffett and McElheny as Anonymous Narration – Dual Character Point of View, Maria Concepción by Katherine Anne Porter.

Review – Fallen Angels, Menier Chocolate Factory, London, 14th December 2025

One hundred years on from its first London run, it’s funny to think that Noel Coward’s Fallen Angels caused a moral shockwave amongst the theatre glitterati at the time. Almost banned in totality, only the personal intervention of the Lord Chamberlain himself guaranteed its licence, and many of the reviews at the time despised it as an insult to decent womanhood. Today, those decent women (as do the rest of us) look at it as simply a comic creation with a devilish insight into the human mind, not to mention the human sex drive.

Just in case you don’t know, Julia and Jane are married to sensible but dull husbands Fred and Bill, who go off for a golfing trip together, leaving their wives behind to entertain themselves in the company of several bottles of wine. Both women have had a pre-marital fling with an exotic Frenchman named Maurice Duclos, and it just so happens that after a long absence, he’s back in town. The absence of the husbands leaves a vacuum, and as we know, nature abhors a vacuum; but Julia and Jane are virtuous wives… aren’t they?

Simon Higlett has designed an immaculately stunning set, positively throbbing with art deco touches; Julia and Fred must have taken all their design ideas from the newest Mondrian catalogue. Fotini Dimou’s delightful costumes dress Julia and Jane as bright young things of the era, with Fred and Bill in classic plus fours, Saunders in a prim and proper maid’s uniform and Maurice as an elegant roué about town. All the trimmings are perfect.

And the production boasts a fine cast, with Janie Dee regal as Julia and Alexandra Gilbreath mischievous as Jane, with Richard Teverson and Christopher Hollis putting in decent portrayals of a pair of golf-loving duffers as their husbands. Attention to detail throughout is admirable and all the performances are full of commitment and character.

But for some reason – maybe a number of minor reasons – this production just doesn’t land successfully. This ought to be an uproariously funny show, with elegant ladies reliving their lost youth and cavorting around under the affluence of incohol, dumb husbands being duped, a smart-ass maid who confounds the class system and a classic confrontation moment when Maurice arrives to discover their husbands are still there. There are, of course, many laughs, but few of them uproarious, and I’m afraid I found the second Act in particular surprisingly dull.

Somehow Christopher Luscombe’s direction highlights all the things that Coward needs us to know in order for the story to work, thus showing its creaking mechanics at the expense of all the lighter touches that Coward wants us to enjoy. The opening scene, for example, about no longer being in love and the ladies both having a presentiment, comes across as laboured. Julia and Jane get paralytically drunk on precious little champagne, and it just doesn’t look credible. I can’t believe this is the fault of terrific comic actors like Janie Dee and Alexandra Gilbreath; but sadly, for me, their drunk act didn’t really work.

Somehow you don’t notice the fun that’s taking place on the stage, but instead you’re waiting for an event (the arrival of Maurice) that looks like it’s never going to happen, and as a result you start to get a little frustrated with Coward. Even Sarah Twomey’s smart and sophisticated take on Saunders the maid seems out of place. The production certainly cheers up with the arrival of Graham Vick’s Maurice, who acts as a catalyst to galvanise all the other characters into upping their game. It’s just a shame he’s only around for the last fifteen minutes or so!

I must say I rather fear for the future of Noel Coward on our stages. The audience at the Menier for their Sunday matinee was only about half full, and everyone there was middle-aged and older. Whilst the big guns of Private Lives and Blithe Spirit will probably never go away, if plays like Fallen Angels fail to grab the attention of theatregoers, I sense the days of “The Master” might be limited.

3-starsThree-sy Does It!

Review – Roald Dahl’s The BFG, RSC at the Royal Shakespeare Theatre, Stratford-upon-Avon, 9th December 2025

The BFG and Sophie

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You’ve heard the phrase, the magic of theatre. Many productions aim for it, some get near it; few achieve it. The Royal Shakespeare Company’s new production of The BFG defines it. Suffice to say, there’s technical wizardry in abundance here, but that’s not what creates the magic alone; what this production has is heart, pure heart. It arises from the combination of all the elements that create this wonderful show, from director Daniel Evans’ vision, the seamless pairing of puppets and actors, the lighting, the sound, the video projection, the how did they do that elements when an actor seems to disappear and then reappear somewhere completely different; not to mention the remarkable characterisations, and the comedy, which genuinely provokes several massive guffaw moments.

Sophie and the BFG

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For some reason, I never encountered any of Roald Dahl’s children’s stories as a lad, and I only think of him in terms of Tales of the Unexpected. Before seeing the show, I therefore had no preconceptions of The BFG, I only expected him to be big, friendly, and… well you get the picture. Tom Wells’ adaptation introduces us to besties Sophie and Kimberley, in their beds at their orphanage, with different coping strategies about surviving the witching hour. When Sophie catches the eyes of the BFG looking through her window – and the BFG realises he has been sprung – he has no alternative but to kidnap her and take her back to Giant Country. But rather than this being the beginning of her end, they form a charming bond which leads on to an adventure where they survive a fight against the evilest of the giants, Bloodbottler, and engage the services of H. M. The Queen to capture these giant unwanted menaces to prevent human beans from being eaten. All in a day’s work.

The BFG

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Stage puppetry has come a long way in recent years; it all started with War Horse. Thankfully The BFG hasn’t gone full AI in its approach to creating the illusion; it’s gone back to basics with teams of puppeteers who make their characters truly come to life in a most human way. And the faces of the puppets are truly outstanding in that they absolutely capture their characters’ attributes. I realised at one point that the eyes of the BFG puppet were staring straight into mine and – I kid you not – you could see into his soul; that’s how believable they are.

The other devilish trick this production has up its sleeve is that Sophie, the BFG and Bloodbottler are all represented by both puppets and actors, at the same time. This doubles the characterisations and makes the story come even more to life. In fact, there are three scales of puppetry/actor: massive giant puppet with child actor, adult actor with child puppet, and another scale where the giant is a small puppet, with the other adult characters smaller puppets and the child actors being represented by teeny tiny puppets – such playfulness works brilliantly.

Dreams are made of this

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The BFG’s personal speciality is being a dream creator and controller, and the production’s visual representation of this is enchanting. Dreams whizz around the auditorium like speedy miniature comets, or they are born or captured in glass jars where colours whirl and lights pulsate. The BFG transmits a dream by blowing a huge trumpet at someone; the recipient is then bathed in light as the dream takes hold. I’ve often wondered how dreams catch on; now I know.

The Queen

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This production relies heavily on its two child actors playing the parts of Sophie and Kimberley. No pressure, kids, but it’s a big ask. At our performance, Sophie was played by Ellemie Shivers and Kimberley by Maisy Lee, and they are both sensational. Young Ms Shivers in particular has both remarkable comic timing and an extraordinary insight into characterisation for someone so young. It is, appropriately, a dream of a performance. And Ms Lee also completely holds her own on a stage full of adults, neither of them ever putting a foot wrong with the most assured performances.

Bloodbottler at his worst

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John Leader’s BFG is another beguiling performance. From the fluidity of his movement to his superb vocal characterisation, he creates the kindliest, most thoughtful, and indeed most self-deprecatory giant you could ever imagine. Helena Lymbery is a delight as the Queen, positively itching to get herself away from the suppressive flunkies and get her teeth stuck into an adventure. There is a truly hilarious double-act from Philip Labey and Luke Sumner as Captains Smith and Frith, taking military stiff upper lips where they’ve never been before, treading a fantastic line between parody and credibility; Mr Sumner’s running joke about Frith’s vocal delivery has everyone in stitches. Richard Riddell’s grotesque Bloodbottler is the perfect baddie, and Sargon Yelda wins us over as Tibbs, the Queen’s butler undergoing a crise de confiance.

Bloodbottler

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And it goes without saying that all the puppeteers are extraordinarily gifted in the way they bring humanity to their characters. I was even engrossed by observing how carefully they made the smaller puppets walk; the accurate placing of heel, then arch, then ball of foot before launching off on the toe before the other heel comes down. Such attention to detail!

With its inventive helicopter scene and its (let’s not beat about the bush) farting conclusion, this is one of the best examples of children’s theatre I can remember. If you want to create theatregoers of the future, this is how you do it. The BFG is thrilling children – and adults – at the Royal Shakespeare Theatre until 7th February and then has a month in Chichester before a run in Singapore. I can’t recommend this strongly enough.

Five Alive, Let Theatre Thrive!

Review – The All New Adventures of Peter Pan, Royal and Derngate, Northampton 7th December 2025

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Yes, I can’t believe it’s almost Christmas either. But as sure as night follows day, the pantomime season swings into action, bringing its delightful formula of bad jokes, audience interaction, ghosts lurking behind benches and wheelbarrows heaving with puns. Evolution Pantomimes’ offering for Northampton this year is Peter PanThe All New Adventures of, because we’ve moved on from Wendy Darling (who everyone agrees was SO BORING) to Poppy Sunshine, and Never Never Land has become Forever Land; go figure. But some things just don’t change: the mischievous Tinkerbell, the villainous Captain Hook and Peter Pan, of course; he’s no longer a child as Hook points out, but an actor with Botox and Mounjaro (don’t sue me, I’m only quoting what he said). And we mustn’t forget the Lost Boys and Girls, and the crocodile – this year, chummily known as Colin.

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Evolution are masters at pantomime and this year’s show is no exception. They have a great understanding of which panto traditions are sacrosanct, and which ones you can play with a little. The ghost bench is always a winning combination – but in a nice nod to Peter Pan this year, the ghost comes down from the sky on a wire. The musical numbers consist of a few classic pop songs – the Tina Turner double-bill that sends us into the interval is fabulous – mixed with several songs from musical theatre. Sweeney Todd’s Not While I’m Around has its scary subplot removed and becomes a sweet lullaby in the orphanage, Stick it to the Man from Rock of Ages works very well and, best of all, the mermaids using Welcome to the Rock from Come from Away as their theme for Mermaid Cove – it makes absolute sense that mermaids would affirm their identity with the chant I Am an Islander.

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There’s also one of those water pistol moments. Foolish me; as it had been raining, I brought a bag with me so that my programme would stay pristine whilst walking home. However, by the time Gordon Cooper’s Mrs Sweet had soaked the central stalls with her bazookas it had wilted into a soggy mess. But it’s all part of the Essence of Pantomime, which just so happens to be precisely that intangible substance that Captain Hook is trying to steal and destroy, so that he can eradicate laughter, music, dancing, and, above all, booing. What a bad fellow he is. You’ll be pleased to discover he fails in his quest.

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There’s energetic song and dance from the boys and girls of the chorus, amusing interruptions from Ethel the Overacting Pirate and Trevor the Pirate who can’t be Bothered, and the super-messy but very funny ice-cream making interlude. Musically, this is a particularly strong pantomime with two outstanding musical performances, from Millie Davies as Poppy and Simone Robinson as Miss Doodle/Myrtle. Neal Parsons and Emily Walder’s media videography is extremely effective, with the walls and door of Poppy’s orphanage bedroom shimmering into a dream sequence and a glorious projection of Poppy and Tink’s flight over London and beyond into orbit. This is the magic of pantomime; and there’s nothing quite like it.

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John Thomson leads the cast as the baddie Captain Hook; he has a fine and imposing stage presence and is appropriately malign, so that he fully deserves his boos. There’s a hilarious brief sequence where he attempts to deliver a powerful soliloquy in an ever-diminishing follow spot – it’s a lovely piece of physical comedy. And he can play the drums too! Oliver Scott plays our gang leader Charlie with immense and addictive enthusiasm and forms a fun double act with CBeebies favourite George Webster, whom the children in the audience absolutely adored.

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Gordon Cooper relishes all the opportunities that being the pantomime dame can offer. As Mrs Sweet, she nicely plays up to her new boyfriend of the afternoon, the unfortunate front-row Chris (who was a very good sport indeed) and drives the show on with pace and power and a lot of splendidly outrageous costumes. I mustn’t forget the impishly cheeky Tink in the form of Georgia Brierley-Smith, and a big shout-out to Uncle Joe Church and his Royal and Derngate Philharmonic, playing their instruments from the side boxes, who create a bigger band sound than is decent from just four musicians.

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I must be honest; Sunday afternoon’s show was occasionally a little chaotic, but I have no doubt that any tiny niggles will sort themselves out admirably over the next couple of performances. And anyway, when things do go a little awry, that just adds to the Essence of Pantomime! Above all, the kids loved it, and that’s what really counts.

4-starsFour They’re Jolly Good Fellows!

Review – The Forsyte Saga, Parts One and Two, Royal Shakespeare Company at the Swan Theatre, Stratford-upon-Avon, 5th December 2025

Soames

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It’s impossible to underestimate the importance of The Forsyte Saga to the nation’s psyche in the 1960s. The Queen’s coronation aside, it was one of the first examples of event TV, when Britain stopped doing everything else to catch up with what Soames, Irene and Fleur would get up to next. One of my first television memories is a distinctly black-and-white Soames rushing back into the flames of Robin Hill to rescue his beloved paintings and not making it out alive. That and the Tingha and Tucker Club, naturally.

Company

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John Galsworthy’s evergreen Forsyte books – nine in total – were published between 1906 and 1933 and chronicle the lives of a ruthless family who knew only two things: the value of money and the importance of repressing one’s emotions. Anything that could jeopardise either of those two activities was to be eliminated from their lives. But people are only human, and they do have emotions, and money isn’t always available, so inevitably real life would permeate their walls and disrupt them.

Fleur

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Shaun McKenna and Lin Coghlan’s adaptation – originally for radio but now re-adapted for the stage – concentrates first on the beautiful Irene who cannot abide her husband Soames, and second on Fleur, the curious and independent daughter of Soames and his second wife Annette. And, of course, in Soames, Galsworthy created an extraordinary character – a true villain but with a multifaceted personality, answerable to nobody except his father, and who has to mask his human foibles in order to preserve that Forsyte resolute respectability.

Soames

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The Man of Property, as the first book of the saga is named, cleverly plays on the double meaning of the word property, suggesting not only Soames’ desire to have a great house to live in, but also his need to acquire things – and more disastrously, people. Fleur acts as a narrator for both plays – although less so in the second play – as she picks her way through an understanding of what happened before her birth, and what elements have combined to make the adult Fleur who she is. Will she go on to become a Woman of Property?

Irene

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The late Victorian and Edwardian times are perhaps not seen today as the most intriguing eras of our history – certainly not in comparison to fifty or sixty years ago when TV’s The Forsyte Saga led into the likes of Upstairs Downstairs and The Duchess of Duke Street. However, Galsworthy’s characters and their stories examine the most timeless of themes: familial relationships, secrets and lies, honour and dishonour, and they will never become irrelevant. Soames’ rape of his wife is a pivotal act, not illegal at the time but totally barbaric and unforgivable. And, of course, a modern audience quite correctly condemns him outright for it, as indeed do many of his peers. Yet, in one respect, he’s merely obeying the advice of his father, whom we see as an irascible but rather likeable and funny old duffer. Curiously, we don’t condemn him in the same way. This is all part of the gripping story line that gives you so much to consider and assess, which is why you’re hooked throughout.

Bosinney and Irene

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That said, there’s a definite imbalance in the two plays being performed together as a whole. Part One, Irene, is truly brilliant throughout. You can’t wait for each scene to develop as you find out more about all these fascinating people. And the play ends on a delicious sudden moment that makes you yearn to watch the second part instantly.

Jon and AnneHowever, Part Two, Fleur, doesn’t quite have the same irresistible plot. We miss the rich tapestry of the bickering, repressed older generation – the Forsyte Exchange, as Fleur puts it; it’s replaced by fewer characters, and a simpler, more straightforward domestic love triangle story. It’s a credit to the production that it still holds our interest, but it’s simply not quite as absorbing. I guess one can only blame Galsworthy for that (and he’s long dead). It’s possible to see each play separately on a different day, or to immerse yourself in a Forsytian binge with Irene as a matinee and Fleur in the evening. Watching the plays in that chronological order makes much more sense; I think if you see Fleur first, some aspects simply won’t make sufficient sense or at least won’t resonate as well.

Irene, Bosinney and the Exchange

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It’s a magnificent double-production; a first-rate cast, fantastic storytelling, a delightfully bare stage, save for a few chairs and occasional other props, quality costume design, elegant writing and effective direction. Luxuriously rich red curtains adorn the back of the stage for Irene, that both indicate the wealth of the family but also represent those secrets that are hidden when the curtains close. They’re removed for Fleur, to reveal the stark, featureless brick wall that not only represents Robin Hill but gives the sense of a terrifying exposure, with no hiding place. Alex Musgrave’s telling lighting design works most effectively in Irene, where it starkly delineates her private bedroom against which she locks her persistent husband.

Irene

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The cast are uniformly superb, without the remotest weak link, creating a splendid ensemble. Flora Spencer-Longhurst controls the stage from the start as Fleur, combining her narrator role with a constantly growing understanding of her ancestors’ motivations and problems; a truly believable central character around which the entire five hours of theatre revolve. As her character becomes more mischievous and wilful, we still identify with her, despite her reckless decisions. Fiona Hampton absolutely captures Irene’s tragically unhappy marriage and completely inhabits the remarkable dignity that the character maintains throughout. It is a shame that there is comparatively little for the character to do as the second play moves to its conclusion.

Jo

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There is much in the way of clever doubling-up of roles over the two plays. Jamie Wilkes is excellent as the outcast Jo Forsyte in the first play, subtly portraying his slowly growing affection for Irene; and as the honest and positive young Michael Mont, who marries Fleur. His physical comedy of trying to take Fleur on a boat ride is hilarious, and he delivers a terrific exchange with Soames about the “ownership” of women. Andy Rush, too, is superb as Bosinney, the sharply determined architect with whom Irene has an affair, and the sunny-dispositioned Jon Forsyte who becomes an irresistible possession to Fleur in the same way that Irene was to her father.

Company

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Michael Lumsden gives us a brilliant Old Jolyon – his death scene was genuinely moving – as well as some other entertaining characterisations, and Nigel Hastings is superb as James Forsyte, Soames’ father, as the kindly and earnest older Jo Forsyte, and the aggressively opinionated painter Harold Blade. Florence Roberts’ marvellously effervescent young June steals a wonderful scene when she leaves her indelible mark on the remaining members of the Forsyte Exchange; as well as giving us an emotionally powerful Anne – Jon’s increasingly alarmed wife – and an amusingly manipulative Annette.

Irene and Soames

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The truly outstanding performance comes from Joseph Millson as Soames, totally embodying the character’s slimy, reptilian nature, constantly lurking as a malign presence in Irene’s life, opting to endanger Annette’s life in order to obtain his son, and generally observing how his understanding of human nature is becoming more outdated as life goes on. I’ve only seen Mr Millson perform comedy roles before, and he uses his fantastic comic timing to perfection in this otherwise non-comedic role, placing his words and movements with absolute precision to create a riveting characterisation that endures long after curtain down.

It’s a stunning production that frequently gave me Life and Adventures of Nicholas Nickleby chills. It’s unfortunate that the sheer thrills of Part One don’t quite endure into Part Two, but it’s still more than good enough to recommend it without hesitation. A hugely entertaining double bill, and an excellent Christmas offering from the RSC.

Five Alive, Let Theatre Thrive!

Review – Before the Millennium, The Old Fire Station, Oxford, 3rd December 2025

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There is a moment shortly before the end of Act One of Karim Khan’s captivating new play, Before the Millennium, which changes our understanding of everything that has gone before. Up to that point, it’s been a charming, witty, convincing examination of an established friendship between two women and what happens when an unknown mystery catalyst arrives in the form of a third person and disrupts the balance. Instead, you go into the interval digesting some vital new information and how it alters our preconceptions and explains a few things that we hadn’t quite understood. Act Two then soars to a whole new level of insight and drama and has us gripped until the very end.

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But I’m running before I can walk. There’s an almost romantic significance to the important shops of our youth when you look back later in life; particularly at Christmas, when you think of the presents, the food, and indeed the rituals of Christmases past. I never experienced the joy of the Cowley Road Woolworths, not even as a student, but I was well acquainted with the Aylesbury branch, and what a smorgasbord of riches that was! Comparing 1999 with 2025, it’s still hard to believe that we no longer have The Wonder of Woolies, and the Woolworths-shaped gap on the High Street contributes to the nostalgia in this intriguing play. I still struggle to find my Turkish Delight and Chocolate Brazils at Christmas!

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It is sobering to think that we are within a few weeks of its being an entire quarter-of-a-century since we all feared the Millennium Bug was going to destroy life as we knew it; doesn’t time fly when you’re having fun? For firm friends Zoya and Iqra, life in 1999 is one long round of working unsociable hours at Oxford’s Cowley Road Woolworths, and nicking the pic’n’mix (it’s what Woolies was all about!) For Zoya, it’s a chance to commit to an honest job, to earn some money to put aside for the family back in Pakistan and maybe start one of her own too. Iqra sees it as a help towards funding her degree in politics at Brasenose College, and then hopefully changing the world when she becomes the next Prime Minister of Pakistan.

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We’re at the Woolies’ staff Christmas Party 1999, all party hats and jokes and games, and Zoya and Iqra are letting their hair down. Suddenly Faiza appears at the party; she’s shortly going to start work at Woolworths and she introduces herself to the two friends, but there’s an atmosphere from the start. Somehow, she seems to know private details about the two women. Has management recruited her as a spy? Is she going to tell tales about them to the bosses, or, worse still, maybe even to the government?

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One of this play’s many strengths is its unpredictable storyline and I don’t want to ruin any surprises for you! Beautifully written and cunningly structured, the play provides a welcome addition to the current hot topic of migration, bringing some insight and intelligence to our understanding. Zoya and Iqra moved from Pakistan to Britain in the 1990s to work hard and contribute to society, with hardly any support network around them. Zoya could speak no English until the well-educated Iqra taught her, on the job. They are typical of the people who put their necks on the line and took all the risks. As Iqra reassures Zoya, “that’s courage, faith, bravery.”

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It’s also an exploration of friendship and loyalty, the lies we tell to keep the peace and the sacrifices we make for others. It looks at motherhood, and the insecurities that can detract from the joy of giving life and raising and nurturing one’s children. It considers the extreme damage that abandonment issues can have, when your child wants to realise their dreams by moving to another country, or when your best friend opts for a life beyond your orbit. It’s an overwhelmingly optimistic play; its message is that although you may not be able to change what’s set in the future,  you can change your attitude and outlook. You know that old saying, if you love something, set it free? This play encapsulates that in a nutshell.

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Director Adam Karim stages the play at a lively pace, eliminating all scenery on the Old Fire Station stage in favour of a sequence of higgledy-piggledy cardboard boxes, all proudly bearing the Woolworths name, filled with toys, sweets, Christmas socks, you name it. There’s some mischievous fun had with members of the audience, with the gentleman seated in front of me being chosen as Mr Edwards, Woolworths branch manager, other audience members looking after the pic’n’mix, and even one person dressing up as a snowman. And, of course, Zoya and Iqra welcome everyone as they arrive before the show starts, wishing them Happy Christmas, complimenting them on their party outfits and so on, getting everyone in a relaxed and entertained mood – all beautifully done.

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The performances from the cast of three are outstanding. Gurjot Dhaliwal as Zoya and Prabhleen Oberoi as Iqra interact seamlessly with each other, with their girlish chitchat and jokey movements, comic asides and petty tiffs. Their timing is immaculate, and their characterisations totally convincing; Ms Dhaliwal conveying all Zoya’s earnest honesty and diligence, insecurities and vulnerabilities, whilst Ms Oberoi’s Iqra is the opposite: determined, no-nonsense, with the confidence that a privileged education gives you. Hannah Khalique-Brown’s Faiza is superbly uncertain and aloof, curious of her surroundings; but clearly a well-brought up young woman, tentatively gaining confidence and understanding as the play progresses.

©Alex Brenner

It’s a powerful, endlessly surprising, lyrically rhythmic play that ties up a number of fascinating strands which all hang together convincingly. No spoilers, but, in a nod to Dickens, there’s even an element of the Ghost of Christmas Future! With impressive writing and acting in abundance, Before the Millennium plays at Oxford’s Old Fire Station until December 21st and I trust will go on to have many more runs in the future.

Five Alive, Let Theatre Thrive!

P. S. A word of warning – if you come to this show, you will lose Whamageddon – but it’s worth the sacrifice!

P. P. S. A quick note also about The Old Fire Station. This was our first visit to this delightful welcoming venue, and I trust it won’t be the last. A small but excellent acting space, superb sightlines for the audience, helpful and enthusiastic staff and a comfortable but exciting vibe. Great work!

 

 

The Real Chrisparkle meets Claire Bramwell-Pearson!

Vitalii Petrenko and the Secret of the Roman Baths

Vitalii Petrenko and the Secret of the Roman Baths

I recently had the pleasure of catching up with Claire Bramwell-Pearson, author of the new children’s book Vitalii Petrenko and the Secret of the Roman Baths. I hope you enjoy our chat!

Real Chris Sparkle: Greetings Claire! And welcome to the pages of the Real Chris Sparkle, it’s great to have you here! Perhaps we should start off with your telling us a little bit about Vitalii Petrenko and the Secret of the Roman Baths? Don’t spoil the story!

Claire Bramwell-Pearson: I always hate trying to summarise a story without giving away the plot! Vitalii Petrenko and the Secret of the Roman Baths is a Middle Grade action-packed adventure story about a special friendship across cultures. This of course is the unlikely friendship between Ukrainian born star footballer Vitalii Petrenko (10) and local Bath boy and bookworm Edward Austen, also ten. There also may be some scaly magic involved too!

RCS: I’ve read the book and it’s a delight! What gave you the idea in the first place?

CBP: I was approached by a Ukrainian charity, The Friends of Oleksandryia, to write a children’s story about a child refugee who had come to live in Bath.  The founder Zhenya Shkil sent me lots of pictures of Oleksandryia which is an agricultural region in Ukraine and in one of them she was standing with a volunteer in front of a huge statue of a three headed dragon. As soon as I saw the photo I thought haha – I think that we have something here!

RCS: It’s full of entertaining characters – are they all products of your imagination, or have you sneakily based any of them on real people?!

CBP: What a great question! But no, none of the characters is based on real people – they are all products of my very cartoony imagination. However – I have ‘borrowed’ some the names from people I actually know…I hope that they don’t mind too much!

RCS: You live in Bath, so I can understand why you have set the story there, but where does the Ukraine connection come from?

Presentation of the book to the Mayor

Claire Bramwell-Pearson and Zhenya Shkil present a copy of the book to the Right Worshipful Mayor of Bath, Cllr Prof. Bharat Pankhania ©Chris Bramwell-Pearson

CBP: Bath is actually twinned with Oleksandriya and Zhenya Shkil comes from that part of Ukraine. However, she now lives near Bath where there is a very vibrant Ukrainian community.

RCS: That makes sense then! No spoilers, but the story does feature a three-headed Ukrainian dragon, so did you have to do a lot of research to discover more about Ukrainian myths and legends?

CBP: Yes, I did research Zmiy Horynych who is a well-known three headed dragon in Ukrainian folklore and everyone – in particular children – in Ukraine will know him well. However, in the fairy tales he is famous for kidnapping princesses and other dastardly needs. My Zmiy Horynych is a very different dragon indeed!

RCS: And did you have to do a field trip to Loch Ness?

CBP: I have visited Loch Ness many times.  And my parents also lived in Scotland near another famous loch, Loch Leven, where Mary Queen of Scots was imprisoned. But I don’t think that loch had a sea monster!

RCS: I know that in the past you have been an illustrator, but the artwork in the book has been created by Alexandra Dikaia. Do her illustrations bring an extra dimension to the book?

CBP: Yes absolutely! Alexandra’s illustrations are beautiful and very imaginative – and really add another wonderful perspective to the story. There is even a map in the front of the book of Zmiy Horynych’s journey from Ukraine. The illustrations also help the children in Ukraine who are obviously reading Vitalii Petrenko in a second language.

Children in Oleksandriya with the book

Children in Oleksandriya with the book

RCS: The book has already been distributed to some schools in Ukraine – what has the reaction been?

CBP: Oh, they simply loved the book! In Oleksandryia, at one of Zhenya’s school visits the children even dressed up as Vitalii Petrenko, Edward Austen and the three headed dragon Zmiy Horynych. I was so touched. And on one of our school visits promoting the book in the U.K. we had a live stream between a school in Bath and a school in Oleksandryia, which was an amazing and moving experience.

RCS: What next for Vitalii and Edward? Will they have some new adventures together?

CBP: Yes! I have already finished the first draft of the next Vitalii Petrenko book which is just as exciting. Without giving anything away, there is a magic snow globe which contains not just one secret – but two! The story has all the same charming characters and a few new ones too! And yes, of course, Edward Austen is there – as Vitalii’s valiant Dr Watson.

RCS: That’s fantastic news. The book sounds like a perfect children’s Christmas gift – who do you think would most appreciate the story and the characters?

CBP: Yes, Vitalii Petrenko and the Secret of the Roman Baths would make the perfect Christmas gift – either as a bedtime story (the parents will giggle at some of my nods to Jane Austen who lived in Bath) or for independent readers, and of course Ukrainian children will love the references to their culture’s fairytales.

Vitalii Petrenko

Vitalii Petrenko and the Secret of the Roman Baths

RCS: Is there anything more we should know about your book?

CBP: I am absolutely delighted by the reception Vitalii Petrenko and the Secret of the Roman Baths has received by children of all ages and their parents. I have deliberately written the adventure story in a style which is easy to read by a wide range of children, both boys and girls, as Vitalii’s little sister also plays a pivotal part in the story. It’s immensely enjoyable for the parents to read too!

RCS: Thanks for taking the time to chat today, Claire, and best wishes for the book! Send our love to Vitalii and Edward!

 

You can buy the book on Amazon at this link!

The Points of View Challenge – The Five-Forty-Eight – John Cheever

John William Cheever (1912 – 1982)

American short story writer and novelist, best known for his short stories The Enormous Radio, Goodbye, My Brother, The Five-Forty-Eight, The Country Husband, and The Swimmer, and his novels, The Wapshot Chronicle, The Wapshot Scandal, Bullet Park, and Falconer. The Five-Forty-Eight was first published in The New Yorker on April 10th1954. It was later collected in The Housebreaker of Shady Hill and Other Stories in 1958 and The Stories of John Cheever in 1978. In 1955 it was awarded the Benjamin Franklin Magazine Award.

Available to read online here.

This is the seventh of eight stories in the volume Points of View to be given the style classification by Moffett and McElheny of Biography, or Anonymous Narration – Single Character Point of View. Their introduction continues: “Why, in each particular story, does the narrator place the reader at the vantage point of one character only, and why, in each case, has the author chosen the character he has, and not another?”

Spoiler alert – if you haven’t read the story yet and want to before you read the summary of it below, stop now!

 

The Five-Forty-Eight

Blake leaves his office at the end of the day only to realise that he is being followed by a woman. What was her name – Miss Dent, Miss Bent, Miss Lent…? He can’t remember now, but it doesn’t matter much, after all, who remembers their personal assistants’ names anyway? It had been six months since they last met, but he doesn’t want to talk to her so loses himself on the Manhattan streets and dives into a bar where she’ll never find him. He doesn’t have great memories of her anyway; quiet, attractive in her own way, but with ugly handwriting. She invited him back to her apartment once for a drink; after taking advantage of her, he got dressed, returned home, and the next day arranged that she should be fired.

Blake takes the 5:48 train home, where she unexpectedly confronts him quietly in the carriage. Even though the train is full of the usual daily commuters, many of whom he knows and ignores, no one else seems to realise there’s a new person on the train talking intimately to him. He doesn’t need this kind of confrontation in his life so he gets up to move to another compartment when she warns him that she has a pistol and she will shoot him if he does.

Panicking, he sweats nervously as the rest of his train journey flashes by. Surely someone will notice her and somehow this torment will quickly end? But no, the train reaches his destination of Shady Hill, and she marches him out of the station at gunpoint. Will she kill him? Or will she just degrade and shame him, and make him realise there are consequences to his actions. Is his death worth a prison sentence? Having forced his face down in the dirt, she’s content that she’s a better person than he is, and that he knows it. A job well done for Miss Dent.

Gripping, suspenseful and unpredictable, this is a beautifully written tale that slowly reveals Blake’s callousness and equally slowly reveals Miss Dent’s own story. John Cheever has a real knack for making the reader appreciate the environment in which the story takes place – the smelly wetness of the New York streets, the crowded but comfortable sanctuary that the bar provides, the unspoken dynamics of the train commuters, and how this terrifying encounter is being held in plain sight by two seemingly diminutive and unimportant people against the backdrop of a busy city.

Cheever has Blake constantly noticing tiny details about the people he meets: Miss Dent’s crooked stockings, Mr Watkins’ long and dirty hair, the brevity of Mrs Compton’s smile. Blake himself finds comfort in the blandness and colourlessness of his clothing, rejecting light and colour. Cheever gives us the detail of Blake putting Miss Dent’s rose in the waste bin (“I don’t like roses” he tells her). There’s nothing beautiful or attractive in his life, and he’ll keep it that way.

But to an extent Blake is a product of his environment. Cheever takes pains to describe a store window: “The window was arranged like a room in which people live and entertain their friends. There were cups on the coffee table, magazines to read, and flowers in the vases, but the flowers were dead and the cups were empty and the guests had not come.” Blake’s hollow and false respectability is no different from this sham pretend shop window living room. Sex with Miss Dent was joyless, transactional and meaningless, just a notch on the bedpost. But this is no surprise when you consider his marital life, diarising the two weeks during which he will punish his wife Louise by not talking to her, for not having prepared dinner when he wanted it. No wonder his fourteen-year-old son Charlie chooses to more or less move in with the next-door neighbours.

Even when Miss Dent is pointing the pistol at him, he still doesn’t take responsibility for his own situation. So many things he could have done to avoid this, and maybe he still could; but instead he thinks: “Help would come, Blake thought. It was only a question of minutes. Someone, noticing the look on his face or her peculiar posture, would stop and interfere, and it would all be over. All he had to do was to wait until someone noticed his predicament.” Cheever increases the tension of Miss Dent’s virtual kidnap of Blake by emphasising the surrounding normality of the environment; the same advertising slogans on station after station, the image of the Hawaiian dancer who haunts his journey, the minutiae of other commuters awaiting their trains. Stable lives going about their everyday existence, such as the “men fishing on the nearly dark river, and then a ramshackle boat club that seemed to have been nailed together out of scraps of wood that had been washed up on the shore”. Suspecting he might die at any minute, he finally understands the concept of regret.

The resolution of the story is uncertain right up until the final sentences. Even Miss Dent herself is unsure how this encounter will end, but Cheever explains the conclusion that she draws: I’m better than you. I still have good dreams sometimes. I dream about picnics and heaven and the brotherhood of man, and about castles in the moonlight and a river with willow trees all along the edge of it and foreign cities, and after all I know more about love than you […] I shouldn’t waste my time or spoil my life like this. Put your face in the dirt […] Now I can wash my hands of you, I can wash my hands of all this, because you see there is some kindness, some saneness in me that I can find and use.”

Always remember that actions have consequences, and you can’t always ignore them; and you never know quite how much someone might be suffering. Blake learns this the hard way; but you have little expectation that he will change his ways and become a better man.

The next story in the anthology is the eighth and last to be classified by Moffett and McElheny as Biography, or Anonymous Narration – Single Character Point of View, A Father-to-Be by Saul Bellow.

Review – That’ll Be The Day – That’ll Be Christmas, Royal and Derngate, Northampton, 26th November 2025

©Prestige Productions

Whamageddon doesn’t start until 1st December, but Prestige Productions’ That’ll Be Christmas is already rocking out theatres and getting everyone in the mood for an early festive celebration. Trevor Payne’s That’ll Be The Day show notches up its fortieth anniversary next year; it’s a hugely successful, constantly changing touring production mixing music and laughter – and That’ll Be Christmas is their seasonal special, taking Christmas hits from throughout the decades and delivering them with pizzazz and glamour.

©Prestige Productions

Not only Christmas hits, but also plenty of nostalgic evergreen Christmas songs that we all grew up with, as well as some other songs given a Christmassy treatment. No spoilers, but I remember Abba’s Fernando being a summer hit – but here it glistens with sparkling snowflakes and makes you fancy a mulled wine. Part of the fun of the show is how it combines songs that you expect to hear – and have every right to expect – with songs that surprise you that they’ve been included; and for me, that was the most enjoyable aspect of the night. Of course, with every wonderfully nostalgic rendition, every so often a song comes along that you could really do without – but then, life would be dull if we were all the same! My teeth clenched at hearing the UK chart topper that fortunately was knocked off the top just in time not to make the Christmas No 1 in 1972… you’ll have to do your research to discover which little gem that is unless you’ve got a long and very good memory. Clue: I was one of those who will not sing.

©Prestige Productions

A long memory is actually a big bonus in the enjoyment of this show. The music covers the four decades from the 1950s to the 1980s, and the loyal fanbase audience are of an age where they’ll remember them all from their teenage years. It’s a family show – but – don’t tell anyone – I’m 65 years old and if you’re any younger you won’t get many of the references.

©Prestige Productions

It’s more of an event than a theatrical production, with a distinctly happy and excited vibe in the foyers, and patrons dressed in Christmas jumpers and tinselly hairbands. The stage looks great, with dynamic lighting and absolutely no expense spared on the costumes – you’ll lose count of the number of costume changes. There’s also a much-utilised back projection on stage, adding to the colour, the context and the memories.

©Prestige Productions

The musical numbers are broken up every so often with a comedy sketch or routine; you may have to delve very deep into your past to remember how much you appreciated Laurel and Hardy or Steptoe and Son when you were a kid; Gary Anderson’s vocal impersonation of Harold Steptoe is totally spot on! Some of the comedy is – dare I say it – both a little dated and a little crude, revealing that comedy develops over the years, but classic music always stands the test of time. I do love that particular excerpt from Till Death Us Do Part though!

©Prestige Productions

There’s a talented cast of vocalists and musicians, many of whom both sing and play instruments, and who all bring their own special creative spark. The show is fronted by That’ll be the Day mastermind Trevor Payne and his partner in crime Gary Anderson who use their clearly cheeky personalities to give us some devilish musical impersonations – capturing the essence of their characterisations whilst still impressing with their musical performances.

©Prestige Productions

No spoilers (again) but the show ends with a sequence that blends 70s and 80s Christmas No 1s with timeless festive songs, gets the whole audience up on their feet, and truly sends everyone home on a high. It’s really no surprise that That’ll Be The Day has been treading the boards since 1986, and I’m sure on this showing it will continue to tread them for many years to come! That’ll Be Christmas is now well into its UK tour, with a very busy schedule taking in almost forty venues in November and December. Here’s the link for tickets. My guess is that if you want to see the show, you’ll have to get your skates on, there were hardly any free seats at the Royal and Derngate on Wednesday!

Oh – and you WILL hear Last Christmas!

4-starsFour They’re Jolly Good Fellows!

P. S. Reading the cast biographies after the show I have a fresh admiration for TBTD supremo Trevor Payne. We have happy memories of a 1992 holiday to Malta, where the song Maltese Calypso was heard everywhere, and indeed we bought the 7-inch single – Trevor Payne wrote and performed it!

Review – BIOSPHERE, Genfest 2025, Underground at the Royal and Derngate, Northampton, 21st November 2025

BIOSPHERE

©Todd N Murray

Do you remember the ‘Biosphere 2’ experiment, where eight crew members were sealed inside a vast Arizona biodome? It was intended to be a prototype for establishing life on other planets, but it slowly descended into disaster when the crew’s survival was threatened by the instability of their ecosystems, and their own relationships – we’re all human after all. BIOSPHERE, by Northampton’s own Olivia Foan, was inspired by this failed experiment, and is written to explore whether such an attempt could be tried again today, in light of our further descent into climate crisis.

Sam Landon

Sam Landon ©Part of the Main

Produced by Part of the Main company as part of the Royal and Derngate’s Genfest 2025 season, Foan sets the play in an airtight dome – the Biosphere – where four scientists are sealed away from the world for a year to prove that life can survive beyond Earth. Can the four interact constructively and purposefully, working together for the good of mankind, or will human nature interrupt their ambitions and send the scheme crashing down? NASA’s Frank Rubio spent 371 days in the International Space Station, so theoretically it can be done – but is it within the abilities of Phillip, Rhea, Miriam and Jack to do the same?

Staged at the Underground space in the Royal and Derngate, Rachel Sampley’s excellent lighting and video design, combined with Vyvyan Stewardson’s sound design, recreates the biosphere perfectly in our imagination, with just a few additional props to give us additional context. Wealthy Phillip, whose brainchild the experiment is, takes charge and has recruited three scientists to assist him: engineer and analyst Miriam, agriculturalist and nutritionist Jack, and medical researcher Rhea (who also happens to be his girlfriend). Each has their own expertise vital for the experiment to succeed.

Lauren O'Leary

Lauren O’Leary ©Part of the Main

But people are human, and human frailties cannot be left outside the sealed door. Relationships are forged and fragmented, minor injustices expand into treachery. Phillip’s status confers additional privileges, such as the use of the phone and the right to withhold important information, which creates jealousy leading to resentments and anger. It’s very similar to the pressures you can watch on Big Brother, except they go on for a year! The integrity of the experiment requires access to the outside world to be impossible, but what if one of the four needs urgent medical attention beyond their own capabilities, or if food and nutrition dwindle to the minimum so that they can barely operate? If that integrity has to be breached to keep the four alive, does that make the experiment a failure, or do the lessons learned as a result render it a success?

Antonia Salib

Antonia Salib ©Part of the Main

In a sub-plot, Philip is financing Rhea’s defence in a court case resulting from misuse of her medical research; in another, one of the so-called supporters who observe the goings-on inside the dome from outside fixates on Miriam and masturbates whenever he sees her. The first gives us some additional insight into the characters and the world of medical research; the second, however, could be developed further. The projection occasionally reveals the numbers of days left in the experiment; this is unnecessary, as it’s hard to read the numbers projected on the floor, and, in any case, the writing is sufficiently informative for the audience to understand their time progress. That said, the ending of the play feels a little drawn out, as if they couldn’t quite decide at which point the story is fully concluded.

The acting is of a truly high quality throughout. Sam Landon brings a natural air of authority to the role of Phillip, ostensibly reasonable as a decisive, approachable boss, but underneath lurks a ruthless, angry streak. Lauren O’Leary’s Miriam has all the best lines and she delivers them with relish; it’s a smart and well-judged portrayal of an assertive character who’s nevertheless both vulnerable and volatile. Antonia Salib strongly suggests all Rhea’s insecurities whilst always showing her integrity and commitment to her research, and Eddie House’s performance as Jack is riveting from the start as he negotiates his way through personal interactions, devotion to his work, and the anguish the experiment causes him.

Eddie House

Eddie House ©Part of the Main

At two and a quarter hours including an interval, the play could do with a little tightening-up and maybe shaving off ten minutes or so. But it asks fascinating questions about both the future of the world, imbalance in relationships and the pressures of four people locked away for a year with ever decreasing resources. I’m sure this is not the last we will have heard of BIOSPHERE, and the company will be leading further development workshops which you can discover here.

4-starsFour They’re Jolly Good Fellows!