Monday 6th April 2026
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Oxford University leads ‘breakthrough’ in coronavirus treatment

A trial led by Oxford University has discovered that dexamethasone, a cheap steroid, can help reduce deaths in seriously ill COVID-19 patients.

The drug reduced the risk of death by one-third for patients on ventilators and by one-fifth for patients on oxygen.

Oxford University says: “Based on these results, 1 death would be prevented by treatment of around 8 ventilated patients or around 25 patients requiring oxygen alone.”

Chief Medical Officer Professor Chris Whitty has described it as “the most important trial result for COVID-19 so far”.

The British government has immediately authorised use of the drug in the NHS, saying “thousands of lives will be saved”. The government has secured supplies of dexamethasone in the UK, meaning there is already treatment for over 200,000 people.

Prime Minister Boris Johnson has said this is “a remarkable British scientific achievement” and that the government “have taken steps to ensure we have enough supplies, even in the event of a second peak”.

It was discovered as part of the RECOVERY trial, the Randomised Evaluation of COVID-19 Therapy, which has involved over 11,500 patients at over 175 NHS hospitals in the UK.  

About 2000 hospital patients were given 6mg of dexamethasone per day and compared with more than 4,000 who were not.

For patients on ventilators, it cut the risk of death from 41% to 28%. For patients needing oxygen, it cut the risk of death from 25% to 20%.

The drug costs £5.40 per day and treatment takes up to 10 days. Professor Martin Landray, one of the Chief Investigators, has said: “So essentially it costs £35 to save a life.”

Chief investigator Peter Horby has said: “This is the only drug so far that has been shown to reduce mortality – and it reduces it significantly. It’s a major breakthrough.”

The UK Government’s Chief Scientific Adviser, Sir Patrick Vallance, said: “This is tremendous news today from the RECOVERY trial showing that dexamethasone is the first drug to reduce mortality from COVID-19. It is particularly exciting as this is an inexpensive widely available medicine. This is a ground-breaking development in our fight against the disease, and the speed at which researchers have progressed finding an effective treatment is truly remarkable. It shows the importance of doing high quality clinical trials and basing decisions on the results of those trials.”

Peter Horby, Professor of Emerging Infectious Diseases in the Nuffield Department of Medicine and one of the Chief Investigators for the trial, said: “Dexamethasone is the first drug to be shown to improve survival in COVID-19. This is an extremely welcome result. The survival benefit is clear and large in those patients who are sick enough to require oxygen treatment, so dexamethasone should now become standard of care in these patients. Dexamethasone is inexpensive, on the shelf, and can be used immediately to save lives worldwide.”

Martin Landray, Professor of Medicine and Epidemiology at the Nuffield Department of Population Health, University of Oxford, one of the Chief Investigators, said: “Since the appearance of COVID-19 six months ago, the search has been on for treatments that can improve survival, particularly in the sickest patients. These preliminary results from the RECOVERY trial are very clear – dexamethasone reduces the risk of death among patients with severe respiratory complications. COVID-19 is a global disease – it is fantastic that the first treatment demonstrated to reduce mortality is one that is instantly available and affordable worldwide.”

Image credit to Pixabay.

Ping-pong

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Out, my brother says,
as he halts the ball mid-air into a curled-up fist.
Absolutely not, reply I,
bat in the air like I’m bidding to be right:
you touched the ball with your bat.
But we’re not doing that rule, he says,
I thought we agreed
it was stupid.
Stupid rules are still rules –
is my defence, which I imagine to be quick and cutting and final.
He tells me I’m being pretentious.
I tell him I’d rather be pretentious than someone who believes
rules that are stupid aren’t rules.
[I’m not even sure I agree with this. I twirl the bat in my palm.]
Well, he says.
We fall silent. A bird chirps in a tree. A dog barks from a nearby garden.
Fine, say I, being the bigger person, or maybe just older, or possibly just
impatient.
Take the point. Play on.

Later, when we are eating carrots in the kitchen
and I am silently stewing in unwarranted sweat and slightly more warranted defeat, I will
say:
okay, fine, if you really want, we can reconsider which rules we think are
stupid and which we don’t.

Review: The Madness of George III

Alan Bennett’s acclaimed 1991 exploration of George III’s first bout of mental illness and the constitutional crisis it triggered is reborn in this National Theatre and Nottingham Playhouse collaboration. Bennett’s masterpiece portrays a narrative of contradictions and hypocrisy: George III’s treatment at the hands of his doctors having declared Britain’s abhorrence to torture is followed swiftly and painfully by George’s pomp and majesty being reduced to drivelling incoherence and utter desperation. Once again, Bennett has presented us with a seemingly light-hearted foray into British monarchical history which he swiftly undercuts with a sharp and violently truthful exploration into mental health, madness and the problems thereof in its treatment, its reception and its presence within us all. 

Mark Gatiss, as George III, takes the stage by storm – not only filling his role but spilling over and enveloping the audience within his own desperate personal struggle. The play opens with the shout of a page and the rolling out of a red carpet to allow the stately and triumphant Gatiss to take centre stage which he does immediately. Throughout, Gatiss portrays the king as a complicated figure desiring care, even in his initial haughtiness there is a loveable nature to him. The ‘what-what’s and reference to himself as ‘Farmer George’ imbue us, as he did his public in the late 18th century, with a cheerful fondness. This remains throughout his descent into pain and confusion. Your heart lurches to watch the powerful and stately king stutter and stammer, his physical ticks, his sharp head twitches, just as obvious as his stumbling over words. His cries against any more are blistering, visceral and uncomfortable. Gatiss truly portrays a man brought to his knees by the lack of understanding or compassion by those and the world that surrounded him.

His quacks are excellently portrayed by amongst others Louise Jameson, comically presenting us with the most ‘cutting edge’ of medical practices and providing some light-hearted and welcome relief. But (as always) Bennett’s humour is shadowed by his more serious message; madness was not and is still not fully understood. Bennett also delves into ideas of indulgence and pandering which are not quite put to bed by the introduction of the magnificent Adrian Scarborough as the domineering Dr Willis whose torture seemingly saves the day. Scarborough oscillates between authoritarianism and malleability at the hands of the politicking around him which all bear down on the king, his doctors and his retainers. The supporting cast are wonderful in their own right. The set serves to underline the gap between sanity and madness, public and privacy, submission and rule. George’s throne is echoed with his restraining chair, sat upon a dais, leather straps on full display. The King’s later performance of King Lear almost comically underlines this relationship but in such a way as to bring tears to your eyes and make your heart ache. The political intrigues continuing amongst the screams of pain seem immaterial and inconsequential compared to Gatiss’ portrayal of George. It helps to underline the sniping culture and selfish aims of those in office. Something that perhaps can be seen in today’s leadership in a world turned quite mad.

The Madness of George III is magnificent and, with Gatiss at the helm, a triumph of the stage which is well worth the watch if you can bear the pain of watching a man’s descent at the hands of those who can only be described as the clowns of this tragedy.  To have waited so long for a resurrection seems criminal but a resurrection without Gatiss and the rest of the cast would have been utterly abominable.

The Madness of George III from NT Live and the Nottingham Playhouse is available on YouTube until 18/6/20.

Review: A Midsummer Night’s Dream

‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’ follows four main plots: the wedding of the king of Athens; the complicated love affairs between four young Athenians; a ragtag company of actors preparing a play; and the king and queen of fairies that meddle with mortals. Jazz Hands Productions have crafted a radio version of it which is both competent and engaging. It obviously faces some limitations: the lack of visuals can sometimes fail to hold the audience’s attention, but this production is careful not to bore its listeners, mixing sound effects with great acting.

The format does not lend itself well to such a confusing plot, especially where multiple characters interact during the same scene. But the entire cast has very distinctive voices and modulates them well according to the situation, avoiding potential misunderstandings in the listener – even one without much knowledge of the play. The actors convey emotions clearly and precisely, and, although at times one might wonder what a certain tone or phrase means – without the aid of facial expressions it can be difficult to tell – the rest of the dialogue always provides clarification. However, these moments of perplexion occur very sporadically throughout the play.

The actors’ performances are great overall, with the relationships between characters clearly portrayed. Oberon (Gemma Daubeney) and Titania (Darcy Dixon) play a very turbulent and intense rendition of the couple, alternating with ease between jealous, temperamental, and loving. Similarly, the love quadrangle is dynamic and fun to listen to, with all the misunderstandings and the constant fights. Of particular merit is a scene of confrontation between Hermia (Ellie Cooper) and Helena (Katie Friedli Walton), who bring great physicality to their argument, not an easy task when voice acting. Puck (Zakkai Goriely) is also deliciously mischievous and offers an incredibly entertaining performance, while still presenting the audience with more serious and thoughtful moments.

The supernatural element was handled very well. For a play where no costuming, makeup, or staging can aid with the characterisation of fantastical creatures, it does a lovely job of portraying magic and fairies. Their delicate eeriness is captured well by the voice actors, who clearly portray the playful and impish attitude of the fairies towards the human world. They meddle with it, and while they have a hierarchy within their society, they all consider themselves as superior to humans. The music also helps to create this magical atmosphere, with the fairy song being both beautiful and uncanny.

The ending of the play is very satisfying, as all of the characters’ stories come together when watching a play within the play. The mechanicals – the production team, if we will, that performs it – put up a terrible ‘Pyramus and Thisbe’. It is a note of merit how all the actors involved manage to sound so helplessly incapable of acting, while still maintaining great comedic timing. Blunders are shown through stuttering lines, horrible falsettos, and general chaos that makes it a thoroughly enjoyable listen. Bottom/Pyramus (Dorothy McDowell) in particular showcases his oblivious arrogance in such a naïve and unassuming way that the listener cannot help being very amused by his endless boasts. The transitions between scenes are skillfully shown through sound effects and music, and the sound editor, Jonny Budd, expertly captures the listener’s attention. Songs are incorporated seamlessly within the dialogue, and background music is often present. While it may go unnoticed at first, it undoubtedly helps to set the emotional context. Fading voices into the background to bring characters at the forefront of the scene – tricks that usually are played out through physical movement – create and maintain a dynamic play.

Overall, this is an excellent radio play, with a talented cast and crew, bringing emotion and intentionality to every line, handling tense moments as well as lighthearted ones with great competence.

Blackwell’s bookshop has reopened

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Blackwell’s reopened yesterday in line with government guidelines, which permit non-essential retail stores to begin trading again.

New safety measures to reduce the risk of transmission of Covid-19 are being used in the store to protect shoppers and booksellers. This includes physical distancing in the shop, one-way systems, and having a maximum capacity.

Books that have been touched while browsing are being quarantined and sanitized, and Perspex screens have been set up at the tills and enquiry points. Blackwell’s have also changed the layout of the shop to allow for browsing at a safe distance and hand sanitizer is available to all customers.

The Oxford bookshop, which celebrates its 141st year in 2020, has been closed since the lockdown began at the end of March.

Assistant manager Charlie Bush said: “While our shops have been closed, our excellent online bookshop has been sending thousands of books out to customers – regular and new – to keep them reading even thought they can’t visit us in person.

 “That service with free postage goes on but we are delighted that lots of booklovers have been in to browse and buy books today, our first day open again in bricks and mortar.

 “We look forward to welcoming many more for a safe shopping experience at Blackwell’s.”

Opening times for the Broad Street branch are Monday to Saturday from 10am until 6pm, and Sunday 11am until 5pm. The Westgate branch is still closed.

Students that are shielding or not currently in Oxford can order books online at www.blackwells.co.uk

Image credit to Steve Daniels.

Possessed by Muses

“There is also a third kind of madness, which is possession by the Muses, enters into a delicate and virgin soul, and there inspiring frenzy, awakens lyric”

Whilst Plato’s invocation of the Muses as literal goddesses allowing access to arts and creativity is outdated, the cult of the Muse has long endured. Recently the term has been invoked in cases of film directors who are obsessed with or inspired by actors whom they repeatedly return to work with. 

Recently, the creative partnership between Greta Gerwig and Saoirse Ronan has generated Lady Bird and Little Women, both critically and commercially successful films championing female narratives and creative control. From countless interviews, it is clear that their relationship extends beyond that of director and actor; they are friends who told the Hollywood Reporter that their continued partnership allows them to grow together creatively and “step into yourself a little bit more”.

Similarly, when asked about his creative partnership with Colin Farrell, who stars in The Lobster and The Killing of a Sacred Deer, director Yorgos Lanthimos told The Atlantic that, “It’s also great to create these kinds of relationships and then try to evolve with the other people and try to do different things. Next time, things are easier and you can go further”. With respect to Lanthimos’ dark, surreal film worlds, wherein boundaries of morality and reality are regularly tested with acutely uncomfortable moments, finding an actor who just “gets the material” is a gift. Whilst working with friends is undeniably fun, the benefits of long-term artistic partnerships have deeper implications for both actors and directors, affecting their styles and the artistic DNA of projects.

Surrealist auteur David Lynch is known for his frequent partnership with Laura Dern. The pair first collaborated on Blue Velvet (1986) when Dern was just 19 years old. As a pastel-cardiganed high schooler, Dern enters a fevered world of severed ears and sadomasochism– a far cry from the John Hughes’ films she auditioned for at the time. It is a world she has yet to leave: Dern also starred in Wild at Heart, Inland Empire and played the mysterious Dianne in Twin Peaks: The Return. Lynch himself, naturally, remains a close personal friend. Dern told Vulture that their collaboration ““just gets better and better”.

From the beginning of her career Lynch has given Dern messy, complicated and transgressive characters. She revels in Lynch’s woozy mix of horror, mystery, dark humour and absurdity. For Dern, in taking on a role from Lynch she finds herself “falling in love with these outrageously complicated characters” and for Lynch, Dern’s versatility and emotional commitment to the roles ground his demanding films with a humanity that we may otherwise struggle to see in his imaginative worlds. Dern’s presence on the screen feels as integral to a Lynch film as an Angelo Badalamenti soundtrack.

Although Lynch also has many repeat collaborators, Wes Anderson takes things a step further, populating his ensemble casts with multiple actors from his large roster of muses. Anderson’s unique aesthetic of pastels, preppy costumes, retro soundtracks and ‘Hipster chic’ is bleakly beautiful with a melancholic air of charm. However, this whimsical aesthetic might easily be dismissed as superficial without exceptional performances from his pool of recurring first-rate actors, including Anjelica Huston, Tilda Swinton, Owen Wilson and Jason Schwartzman. Of course, a Wes Anderson film without Bill Murray is almost unimaginable, whether the role takes the form of a minor cameo as in The Darjeeling Limited (sibling rivalry taken to the next level on a trip to India) or of the eponymous star of The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou (a shark hunt that turns into a Moby Dick-esque odyssey). Murray seems as obsessed with Anderson as Anderson does with him; he always gives Wes an “automatic yes” when the director calls with a new part. Equally, Wes always “write(s) with Bill in mind”. Like other muse-using directors, Anderson gives diverse roles to his actors, ranging from human character to stop motion animal, which prevents typecasting, even within his own filmi-verse.

As with any enduring trend in Hollywood, the cult of the director’s muse has been criticised. Some argue that the artist/muse model for casting is outdated and that these cosy creative companionships prevent new talent from having their own ‘big break’. Whilst this is true to an extent it is important to note that Lynch cast Dern when she was finding it hard to break into Hollywood through the mainstream ‘brat pack’ competition, despite her famous parents. Similarly, Farrell was reintroduced as a leading man by Lanthimos after a few years of smaller parts in critically and commercially unsuccessful films. Finally, Anderson’s roles for Murray afforded him the opportunity to break free from his rigid typecast as a comic actor, giving him more melancholic and emotionally probing roles.

Besides, big star presence allows indie directors to find a larger audience for their work. The Muse model may not be perfect, open as it is to allegations of nepotism, but in the works of Gerwig, Lanthimos, Lynch, and Anderson, the results speak for themselves.

Image via Wiki Images

Beyond ‘Project Restart’: The Football League playoffs

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The talk of the football world recently has been the return of the Premier League on the 17th June. However, for lower league football fans the drama begins on the 18th with the first leg of the League Two play-off semi-finals. The return of League One will follow two weeks later, meaning that both leagues will be wrapped up by the middle of July. Clubs will have only had around 3 weeks of training before playing, which should make for interesting viewing.

In League One, Coventry and Rotherham will be promoted to the Championship, and Portsmouth will play Oxford United while Fleetwood will play Wycombe Wanderers in the play-offs. In League Two, Swindon have been crowned champions and Crewe Alexandra and Plymouth Argyle will also be promoted automatically, leaving Exeter to play Colchester and Northampton to play Cheltenham in the play-offs.

The decision to end the League One season was far from easy. There is a huge difference in club budgets in the league, meaning that some were eager to continue the season, but not others. Clubs like Portsmouth have a large following and budget, and with a shot at automatic promotion, wanted to continue playing, while this was not feasible for smaller clubs. Therefore, the decision came long after League Two clubs had informally agreed to end the season.

It was still all to play for in League One when the season ended as, like usual, the league was tight. The decision to use points per game to calculate final standings was a controversial one due to the dramatic change in league positions that it caused. In League Two, the only change at the top of table was Cheltenham overtaking Exeter to finish 4th, while in League One, Wycombe Wanderers leapt from 8th to 3rd, causing Peterborough to drop out of the play-off places.

League Two clubs agreed to ending the season fairly quickly. Only Stevenage and Forest Green Rovers wanted to continue playing, with the former wanting to because of its position in the relegation zone, although relegation to the National League is yet to be confirmed. The primary reason for ending the season was for financial reasons and many of the clubs will be facing severe problems in the upcoming months. Therefore, it seemed unfair that four clubs were suddenly asked to fork out money to play the extra play-off games. In order to raise the money, fundraising initiatives have been launched. Cheltenham and Northampton have opted for cardboard cutouts of fans in the stadium that will be sent back to fans once crowds can return to matches, something that will also hopefully provide a lift for the players.

However, finances are not the only source of controversy. In the first round of testing in League Two, 7 out of 135 players and staff tested positive for coronavirus, a number that many fans deemed too high to allow the play-offs to go ahead. It was an especially worrying statistic given the number of players who had already expressed their concerns about playing. There were calls for the fourth team in the league to be promoted automatically to avoid health risks to the players and their families, but the pleas were in vain. Luckily, the rounds of testing since have produced zero positive tests.

It will be interesting to see what effect playing in the play-offs will have on next season. For the vast majority of clubs in both leagues planning for next season can begin. However, for the play-off teams it is difficult to sort players’ contracts if they do not know what league they will be playing in next season. Furthermore, three teams in each league will have forked out large sums of money only not to be promoted. But hopefully, the financial impact will not be too extreme.

Nevertheless, despite the controversies surrounding the play-offs, lower league football fans have something to look forward to over the next few weeks, especially as the three months without competitive matches means that the result is completely unpredictable. Watching the play-off finals take place at an empty Wembley will undoubtedly be eerie but the excitement of promotion should lift the mood. It is certainly a chance that all eight teams should grab with both hands and I am sure that all the players will be ready to go.

I was against the play-offs happening at first due to being from a family of Cheltenham fans. Cheltenham lie 4th in League Two on points per game and many fans, myself included, had believed that automatic promotion was on the cards before the season came to an abrupt end. If the play-offs had not gone ahead and four teams had still been promoted, the champagne would have been opened by now. But, now that they are going ahead, I’m looking forward to sitting down with my family and cheering Cheltenham on from the comfort of our sofa.

Oxford Union Second Election: Who’s nominated and what happens now?

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Elections for the President of the Oxford Union in Hilary 2021 will take place on Friday, after Re-open Nominations (RON) received more votes than HOPE slate candidate Jack Solomon last week. This followed allegations that Solomon, the Trinity 2020 Treasurer, called the Trinity Secretary a “terrorist” on multiple occasions.

The candidates for the Second Election are as follows:

Amy Gregg, DPhil student, Exeter College

Jeremy Bararia, Economics and Management undergraduate, Lady Margaret Hall

Joseph Mochhoury, Law undergraduate, St Hughs

James Price, graduated student

One candidate is not currently an Oxford student. Ex-students are usually excluded from running due to residency requirements, but this requirement was lifted due to the coronavirus pandemic. Manifestos have not yet been released, but will be sent out no later than 9pm on this Thursday.

Nominations for the Second Election closed this evening at 10:45pm, 72 hours after the announcement of the first election’s results. Only current or former members of Standing Committee were eligible to nominate.

Members who registered to vote in the first round of elections do not need to register again. Members who did not can register to vote in this second Poll until noon on Wednesday.

Hustings for the Second Election will take place on Thursday evening at 6pm, which members can attend if they email the Returning Officer ahead of time.

The Poll will take place on Friday online from 9:30 – 20:30. RON will not be an option, and the candidate who wins the most votes will be President of the Union in Hilary 2021.

Allegations concerning the Second Election can be made until 24 hours after the Poll for the Second Election ends.

Oxford Union Election rules changed mid-May to allow elections to take place online.

Image credit to U.S. Department of State/ Wikimedia Commons.

Navigating the Theatre Interval

Intervals. I know you have been dying to read an article about them for as long as you can remember, so I’ll put you out of your misery. Intervals are a seemingly counterproductive phenomenon- why on earth would you want to tear down the until-now suspended disbelief just so a few people can go for a piss? Well, other than the fact that actually, this is a perfectly valid reason, there are a number of purposes and benefits of having an interval.

The most obvious being, of course, to allow the audience a break; some time to, as aforementioned, wee or otherwise (no judgement- you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do). Broadway bladder is (apparently) an actual thing, with audiences on average needing to urinate every 75 minutes. An interval lets the audience breath, stretch their legs, take in the mind- bending narrative of the first half they’ve just watched, and grab some food (because apparently these days no one can last three hours without a weirdly small tub of ice cream- myself included). It seems in the modern day, however, intervals are not a luxury but a basic ‘right’ for theatre goers, after all, god forbid we don’t get to check our phones for two hours…

On top of the audience needing a break, intervals allow the cast and crew to rest themselves, change, move the set around, refresh if they’ve had a particularly taxing scene or if the play is a bit heavy- If you think sitting still in a seat longer than an hour is tough, imagine having to act for that long! Think of the accents, costumes, movement and general high energy they have to bring to set day after day.

What do theatre toilets and theatre café/bars have in common? QUEUES. Oh, the queues. I could honestly leave my seat before the lights have even come up on stage, sprint down and there would still be a bar queue of pensioners eighty-strong waiting for me. And don’t even get me started about women’s toilet queues (for those theatres that have not yet evolved to gender neutral)- I see the smug faces of men waltzing past the mile of women desperately clinging onto their crotches and crossing their legs, hoping not to wet themselves (I won’t lie and say I’ve never been to the men’s toilet out of sheer desperation. Confidence is key when pulling a stunt like that).

Now you’ve relieved yourself, naturally you might take a mooch around the heavily overpriced gift shop. If you’re pretentious you might seriously consider, or at least look like you’re considering, buying one of the paintings made by local up-and-coming artists that a five- year -old definitely wouldn’t be able to make. If someone’s birthday is coming up, you could buy them one of the normally quite artistic and abstractly designed cards, but of course that would be their only present, since it’s £17.

Gift shop well-and-truly mooched, you look at your watch, or phone screen if you’re under the age of eighty. Still time. But what to do? Your next move could be one you regret, so choose carefully. If you go to the bar, you will no doubt be asked to pay around half your accommodation fees on a small lukewarm beverage, before being practically interrogated by resident socialite boho- chic vegans on your opinion of the opening sequence. You shortly realised these were the people you heard laughing at things that weren’t even funny, just to assert that they understood the nuanced and tasteful script.

But wait; they don’t care if you enjoyed the opening sequence. They were just unsubtly setting up the opportunity to tell you about the time they met the lead actor through ‘some old drama school friends’ and got themselves invited to the Q&A panel afterwards. Oh, sorry did you also know they went to drama school? Well, they did. They’re not bitter. I promise, they’re not.

Blasted: Sarah Kane’s Vision Today

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Trigger Warnings- Rape and Violence

Sarah Kane’s first play, Blasted, begins with the ageing Ian grooming his young girlfriend Cate in an expensive hotel room. It escalates into bombings, rapes, the gouging out of eyes, and it ends with a baby being eaten. Since the effect of the short performance is pretty much as abrupt as its synopsis, the critical uproar it provoked upon premiering in 1995 seemed predictable; theatre sections were smeared with fairly unanimous distress and bewilderment over just what this 24-year-old’s ‘monstrous’ writing was doing to the theatre world. The Daily Mail famously branded the show a “disgusting feast of filth”.

Reading these reviews now, they smack of sensationalism and self-defence. Ian’s character is far from a stock villain, instead becoming Kane’s route to laying bare the nuanced toxicity of certain types of Western masculinity. The defensive reactions of the sea of old, white, male critics was evidence of how close it cut to the bone. As it is for many who find themselves suddenly under interrogation, critics seemingly preferred to decontextualize the play’s violent exploration of sexual politics, and so to write it off as perverted and unneeded, than to confront it.

But Blasted’s violence wasn’t only informed by gender relations on British shores – it drew upon the atrocities of the Bosnian Civil War too. In ridiculing the violence which occurs on the domestic stage, the reviewers by association deemphasised the very real international political events which were taking place, and which their peers were reporting on. I read Blasted for the first time very recently, and found that the violence was difficult, but needed. I winced, cried, couldn’t make it through in one sitting – but don’t I see and hear worse every day? Cate’s abuse, Ian’s ruthlessly sordid powerplays, the Soldier’s almost pathetic conceit; these are broadcast to us all, though veiled in politics and not in their pared-back theatrical incarnations, through our phone notifications.

Kane’s critics chose to remove the discussion from its international context and figure Blasted’s brutality as sensationalist, accusing Kane herself for portraying such violence. She answered, “my imagination isn’t that fucking sick…I just read the newspapers”. Now, an entire world of people increasingly wired in and switched on to international news read the same events, see these same images – and worse, off-stage –constantly. In the current climate of the systemic racism in US police forces and elsewhere, the ongoing Yemeni conflict, the climate crisis, and countless other events of atrocity which are shared instantly round the globe and in which we all, rightly, feel implicated, we can no longer take offence at fictionalised violence. This would be to deny what is taking place now.

Perhaps our increasing interconnection has bred the kind of awareness which Kane’s work needed; perhaps her violence seems congruous to our experience now, where before it seemed extraneous. But this isn’t simply a testament to the educational virtue of online news outlets – it is also a stark revelation of the extent to which our political climate has numbed us to the potency of violent acts. Could this be combatted by a revival of Kane’s brand of ‘in-yer-face’ drama, re-introducing shock and indignation at violence as it does so easily? If so – if Kane’s theatre will help today – viewers must change the direction of their anger. The woman who shows us metaphors for violence does not deserve it; the people who commit it do. With its prescient exploration of how a society functions, or doesn’t, when people twist their agency to the worst ends, Kane’s play has even more to teach us in 2020. When read in their most metaphorical senses, the trajectories of Ian and the Soldier, both predatory, cruel, and in denial, remind me of the kind of harmful and counterproductive self-interest which we’ve seen on shameless display by multiple governments during recent weeks. Ian and the Soldier both end up dead.

As playwright Edward Bond writes of Blasted – “images are omens and we must learn to read them”. Might the rest of this year bring an appreciation of human solidarity for us all, as Ian discovers in Cate’s selfless kindness at the play’s end? Or, as Kane suggests in Blasted’s futile tragedy and its deaths, will this compassion come too late? I sincerely hope that it will be the former; in Kane’s appeal to us to exercise empathy both in our worldview and our relationships with others, I find a message more suited to 2020 than any other. Blasted, far from sadistic, calls us to view violence both realistically and discerningly rather than to bury our heads in the sand.

Image credit: Michael Thoeny