Whatever else I might have to say about it, there's something to admire about a play
that's had to stick a note on the doors of the pub below, apologising for the noise.
Still, there's also good reason to be apprehensive about any play by Tony Harrison,
a poet whose
Fram still gives its name to one of the less flattering of my
annual awards. But a much shorter running time makes it worth risking when he's
attempting something that anyone interested in Ancient Greek theatre will want to
see: I've often heard of the satyr plays that would provide the comic relief after a
day of full-on tragedy, but I don't know much about them - probably because to the
best of my knowledge only one survives.
The Trackers of Oxyrhynchus is
Harrison's attempt to recreate one of the lost satyr plays.
