I loved this wonderful monologue, written and performed by Wallace Shawn. At the time, in my log, I declared it to be: Excellent. Thirty years on, writing in late January 2021, I remember it vividly and now, in the time of Covid and dysfunctional politics, it seems so apposite and prescient. This was the first … Continue reading The Fever by Wallace Shawn, Cottesloe Theatre, 9 February 1991