On not being a massive sado-masochistic pervert: Terrorism, tragedy and the modern stage
So you're watching a play " Sophocles, Seneca, Shakespeare, Webster, Sarah Kane, whoever. You're witnessing some hideously traumatic event " old guy having his eyes ripped out, kids dismembered by their mum, chap anally raped with a broomstick, foetus on a spike, whatever – And you sit there, totally emotionally devastated, and you suddenly realise that you don't feel any ...