I've just been to see a production of Freud's Last Session; it was beautiful, humorous and warm. Although Freud and CS Lewis never met, St. Germain imagines that they did, which is the basis for the play. The meeting of two people so convinced they are right is captivating. The two actors set the scene for each other, Lewis presenting Freud first. ( Read more... )

Idiot that I am, I read Heart of Darkness first. I thought we were discussing that on Friday, but we're not, we're talking about Beloved (Morrison). Three hundred pages to get through tomorrow, then ( Read more... )

The Exphil Beauvoir Deathmarch is on. 2800-3500 words, a disconcertingly small stack of reference books, pens, post-it flags and my MacBook. And an ice-coffee or two ( Read more... )

I'm sick. That entails no dancing, no friends, no heels, no drunk. I get to spend time with my parents friends. Arguably, this lot is not so bad, and I have an excuse to wear Galliano. I use the expression clusterfuck entirely tongue-in-cheek, as a tribute to Burn After Reading. Theatre de l'absurde take note, this is how it's done! NRK went and ( Read more... )

I want to go to London on a Wedensday sometime in March/April, only to see Madame de Sade. I would arrive early in the morning, check in, have lunch and go see the play (a matinee). I'd have the rest of the evening, and the next day to shop and prance around in London. The plane home leaves at 8 pm. I could do it for 3500 NOK, or so. It's utter ( Read more... )

I must see this Madame de Sade. Judy Dench, as the wife of de Sade. And I'm not there to see it. Fuck!

Wyndham's, I think we saw The History Boys there.

Wikipedia on the Theatre of Cruelty. So, instead of revising, I haunt teh internets, and find fun theatre theories. I also discovered Grusomhetens Teater in Oslo, which I must at some point visit. Oslo is certainly looking up Ü And I will have to delve deeper when I am done with the blasted exams. I want modernism!

London was stunning, again. Despite a bout of gastric flu ("omgangssyke", in Norwegian), it was oh-so worth the trip in Aurora's smoked car and perpetually late Ryanair. And despite my disregard of Shakespeare, the Globe was fantastic. Our guide was marvellously British, with a penchance for "indeed", noted by most of my class-mates. I did not bat ( Read more... )

I want to read literary theory, but where on earth to begin? And about theatre. And I think I should start reading Norwegian again, my written Norwegian is god-awful - and I think I shall write something about why I dislike Vinje ( Read more... )

Rant about Reisen til Julestjernen, my new favourite scenographer and the magnificence of the play coming up tomorrow, when I have enough presense of mind to edit this. And am not sleep-deprived, slightly hung over and suffering from too much food.

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There, I am coherent again, so edit follows:

Reisen til julestjernen ( Read more... )