An endearingly gossipy memoir from a playwright who holds the world to such serious accountEarly in David Hare’s relationship with his first wife,the playwright’s farming father-in-law asked him a favour: to recede outside and kill 11 chickens. Determined not to be fazed”, he wrung their necks immediately. It’s an act seemingly incompatible with Hare’s later admission that “sticking my head down the lavatory to rack the terrorism out of my guts yet again” is his main recollection of his first 10 years at the National Theatre. Related: Anton Chekhov: the young pretender Continue reading...
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