Martin Morrow* In the 1990s, Canadian playwright Sharon Pollock said something to me that has always stuck in my head. “The faces on the stage,” she observed, “aren’t the faces on the street.” I can no longer remember the exact
Martin Morrow* In the 1990s, Canadian playwright Sharon Pollock said something to me that has always stuck in my head. “The faces on the stage,” she observed, “aren’t the faces on the street.” I can no longer remember the exact