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“In every corner of being myself there is a little of you left and now I must start to lose it.”

A white librarian and a coloured schoolteacher in South Africa in the 1960s discover their love is easily fractured by apartheid.

On a bare stage, the pastiche of conversations and monologues mirrors the changeability of human connection: of suddenly discovered sympathies and the chasms created by misunderstanding and shame. Fugard’s play shows the painful truth that apartheid’s most exacting humiliation was the stripping of dignity and selfhood. In sparse, resonant language the truth is clear: there can be no intimacy where there is no equality.

Tonight – after weeks of planning and fretting – is the opening night of Nous Theatre’s production of Athol Fugard’s Statements Taken After an Arrest Under the Immorality Act! It’s hard to believe somehow it's gone from germinating idea about forming a company to box office tickets already. It's been a privilege.

I’ve seen the play twice through and it’s a gutsy, intimate drama. As Marketing Director, it’s my proud duty to let people know about the play, so if you’re in the Oxford area come see Statements at the Burton Taylor Theatre from Feb 1-5th at 7.30. You really can’t have anything better to do.

Book tickets here

More information at our website and our Facebook page.

You can read Milja Fenger’s (director) interview with Athol Fugard here.

Comments

Annie said…
I hope this goes well for you. I've seen a lot of Fugard's work and have the greatest respect for him as a playwright. I haven't seen this but it sounds as though in terms of presentation it might be similar to the Pinter double bill Landscape and Silence. I'm sure you'll have a resounding success.
Thanks, Annie. I'd love to do a Pinter play! (although I haven't read Landscape or Silence).
Annie said…
Have you thought about 'A Kind of Alaska'? Although you do need a really strong actress to play the Judi Dench role. I had great fun with that one.
kjz said…
How did it go? Sounds interesting!
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