On Spring Theatre

She was a painting restorer, he a successful international actor with his chauffeur-driven car waiting outside to whisk him away at the end of the surrendered ninety minutes. The chauffeur was reading Proust—something that since the creation of the world has never been known to happen outside plays or Melbourne novels. In this complacent and show-off script the characters talked about food, property, holiday destinations, foreign travel, restaurants, education, movies, books and writers, painters. Murray-Smith had turned the Saturday Age into a play.

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