So, the Ghost of Agnese Visconti haunted the stage of the Teatrino D’Arco last night, and it was a lovely thing.
They were all very good – the bewildered poet and the characters in his head, and the Lord of Mantova was played with great flair and just the right touch of humour, the bewildered poet. And the actress who plays the Ghost was truly excellent: she captured poor Agnes to perfection, all the waspish impatience towards the poet who sugar-coats her story, all the urgency of her bid for truth… Because in the end this is what the play is about: the age-old dance between stage (or narrative) conventions, and historical truth – in the form of a ghost story… Continue reading
“Why don’t you write us something about a local ghost story?” I was asked back in June.
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