Ordeal at Greenwich
Sir: What staggering masochism, what awe-inspiring gluttony for punishment is displayed by Kenneth Hurren (January 25). His previous indulgence towards John Osborne's rudimentary talent unrewarded, he defies (or circumvents) a ban and, in Agate's phrase, constituting himself dramatic critic for Asia Minor, boards the boat for Greenwich only to find (surprise, surprise)
that the slow dropping of Osborne's slovenly cigar ash does not constitute a play. Look Back . . . was .supposed to herald a great new era in the British theatre. A decade and a half later the grand renaissance had declined into the morass, the massive arrogance, the paralytic inconsequence of Hotel in Amsterdam. To this is now added fittingly the vice of totalitarian intolerance.
G. Reichardt 12a Mount Pleasant Road, Poole
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