
Writers Festivals are not just for lovers of books, or aspiring authors, or people who just want to witness, first hand, some famous people all milling around the same area. Moreover it is a feast for our senses.

Writer Andrew Upton has taken Chekhov’s first untitled play, re-jigged it, updated it to Russia in the 1990’s, post perestroika, and fashioned an expansive, exuberant and entertaining text, electrifyingly realised by director John Crowley and his wonderful cast.

Matthew Whittet wrote Seventeen with the explicit idea of its main characters being played by actors over 70. It is the actors who are the joy of this production.

Shamefully familiar story, but The Bleeding Tree gives coruscating clarity, energy and power by word wallop, a trenchant text wielded like an emotional truncheon, bruising, bold and brilliant.

PACT has chosen four short plays by Beckett and if you have never experienced Beckett this is a fantastic show to introduce you to the world of one of the most highly regarded and greatly debated writers of the time.

The Book of Kevin pleases on all fronts. Simply in terms of performances, it’s brilliant. The impersonations of Kevin Rudd and Bob Carr are spot-on, with every last little detail observed and preserved in the performance.

This concert was a fine showcase for the Omega Ensemble, which to my mind can take its place with the Song Company and Pinchgut Opera as musical endeavours brought about by brilliant directors.