The choice to re-contextualise the play within the bookend of a contemporary bookclub was clumsy. The beginning and ending lines of 1984 are some of the most artfully emphatic in all modern literature, and editorialising them was painfully unnecessary. Harry Sanderson reviews.
"Particular passages were the white male performer made an alphabetised recount of racial slurs, or where a female performer attempts to put a positive spin on sexual assault, stood out as unseemly highlights." Nick Morlet reviews