Inadmissible Evidence

Inadmissible Evidence

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I can't escape it. I can't forget it. And I can't begin again. Bill Maitland, a middle aged lawyer, struggles to avoid the harsh truths of his life. As those closest to him draw away, he puts himself on trial to fight for his sanity. John Osborne's poignant, witty and compelling portrait of loss, betrayal and defeat releases the author's characteristic display of soaring rhetorical venom to powerful effect. First performed at the Royal Court Theatre in 1964, Inadmissible Evidence received a major revival at the Donmar Warehouse, London, in October 2011. 'This is a work of stunning and intemperate power, a great bellow of rage and pain... there is a self-lacerating honesty about his writing that few other playwrights have come close to matching.' Daily Telegraph

Author: John Osborne
Format: Paperback, 128 pages, 126mm x 198mm, 146 g
Published: 2011, Faber & Faber, United Kingdom
Genre: Drama Texts, Plays & Screenplays

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I can't escape it. I can't forget it. And I can't begin again. Bill Maitland, a middle aged lawyer, struggles to avoid the harsh truths of his life. As those closest to him draw away, he puts himself on trial to fight for his sanity. John Osborne's poignant, witty and compelling portrait of loss, betrayal and defeat releases the author's characteristic display of soaring rhetorical venom to powerful effect. First performed at the Royal Court Theatre in 1964, Inadmissible Evidence received a major revival at the Donmar Warehouse, London, in October 2011. 'This is a work of stunning and intemperate power, a great bellow of rage and pain... there is a self-lacerating honesty about his writing that few other playwrights have come close to matching.' Daily Telegraph