As a child, I was never afraid of the dark. I don’t mean actual nighttime (you don’t achieve inky darkness in light-spilling London). But cruelty, sorrow, isolation: these thread their way through many of the best children’s books, reaching out a hand to the solitary reader in his ladybird dressing gown and first pair of glasses. That doesn’t mean gloom-drenched stories. Quite the reverse. My … [Read more...]
David Jays on theatre and dance
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