
That Face is a story about family ties and growing up from a new talent writing with maturity far beyond her years.

Andrew McGahan's The White Earth, is a sweeping story; complicated ideas set in a vast landscape over more than a century.

Chicago, like the Emperor, is the musical without clothes (and in the case of the lacy, leggy chorus, almost quite literally); a naked stage full of ruthlessly naked ambition.


It's no good for you, this Joseph. Sickly sanguine and sacrilegious, Andrew Lloyd Webber's biblical musical has never been quite as camp as this. Or, guiltily, as much fun.

In John Bell's desperately-contemporary The Alchemist, the cult of modern fame and fortune apparently collide with 400-year-old ye'olde' English interplay. Yet it's all quite unrecognisable.
