Even if you don't normally read diaries try this one. Eyre's account of his decade (1987-97) as director of the National Theatre is a most engaging read and he is disarmingly honest about his frequent self doubts. Name-dropping is of course inevitable and the famous stroll across almost every page, but there are also insights into the craft of acting and directing and fascinating descriptions of what it takes to keep it all going.
(Diana Davies - bwl 45 April 2008 ) |
