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Which applies both to these books as well as most of the theatre I've been seeing. I watched Slings & Arrows (Canadian TV series about a theatre company, excellent) earlier this year and have since then desperately wanted to see a good production of Macbeth, or failing that a decent ensemble cast piece heavy on character interactions. Sadly, almost everything I've been to is either heavy on the monologuing to audience or directed in such a way as to inhibit all character interactions. And they almost all either finish with a fairly contrived death (Niu Sila was particularly annoying in this respect, as I'd really liked it until then) or in media res (True West, whatever the backwards Pinter one was where he justified his adultery and last night's Blackbird), both of which, to me, indicate a problem with endings. I have tickets for a few more things, tho', and will continue to live in hope (or read about Robert Lepage's latest play, now premiering in London, and think pining thoughts).

( Arturo Pérez-Reverte, The painter of battles. )

( Star-crossed, Linda Collison. My overentitled sociopath book. )