Who now?
The quintessential establishment man, who wrote a series of plays criticising the very thing he was perceived as being a part of. He was more or less forgotten until the early noughties, when everyone realised that his plays are actually really, really good.
Goodness gracious. Of what lineage?
As you might expect, Terry was an Oxford man. An alumnus of Trinity College, his Oxford dramatic career began poorly when OUDS rejected his first play as ‘crass’. He then played a walk-on part in Romeo and Juliet, where he managed to fluff his line every night of the performance. Not the most auspicious start to a career.
Cripes. Where to from there?
The dizzying heights of Cherwell. Rattigan went on to hold the august honour of being Cherwell Stage Editor, where he was legendary for the scathing, bitter reviews which failed playwrights specialise in (this isn’t meta, honest).
How do I bring him up at parties?
Depends how uncomfortable the gathering is. Rattigan does a great line in repressed emotions and domestic oppression, while struggling with his own homosexuality.
Catch your interest? Rat these out:
After the Dance
The Deep Blue Sea
The Winslow Boy