MY favourite London theatre right now is the Orange Tree in Richmond. It seats 180 in the round and puts on first-rate plays with tip-top casts. Already this season it has given us Goldsmith and Chekhov and now comes a genuine event: a rare revival of Noël Coward's final work, Suite In Three Keys, comprising a double bill and a full-length play all set in a Swiss hotel on the shore of Lake Geneva. Seeing the whole lot in one day, you come out admiring Coward for an unexpected quality: his emotional depth.
Shadows of the Evening, the first half of the double bill, shows an attempted reconciliation between the wife and mistress of a successful publisher. It sounds like a standard adultery comedy, but the play's real subject is the publisher's impending death. What moves one is Coward's assertion of the primacy of life in the face of mortality. The second play, Come Into the Garden, Maud, is much lighter and funnier. It shows a rich American deserting his domineering wife to run off with a Sicilian princess. Stephen Boxer and Tara Fitzgerald play the big scene between the two fugitives with erotic finesse and Emma Fielding is suitably monstrous as the snobbish wife. What hit me, however, was how often Coward's plays think back to Hay Fever, Private Lives and Blithe Spirit-end with characters stealthily tiptoeing out of a room to escape a catastrophic or embarrassing situation.
However, it is the full-length play, A Song at Twilight, that reminds us that behind Coward the boulevard entertainer lay a man with a mission. In the old days, it was often to assert the value of self-discipline or the virtues of the Empire. In this final play, he enters a touching plea for sexual tolerance and emotional honesty. What we see is a world-famous novelist, who is clearly based on Somerset Maugham, forced to confront his homosexuality.
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Tales as old as time
By appointing writers-in-residence to landscape locations, the National Trust is hoping to spark in us a new engagement with our ancient surroundings, finds Richard Smyth
Do the active farmer test
Farming is a profession, not a lifestyle choice’ and, therefore, the Budget is unfair
Night Thoughts by Howard Hodgkin
Charlotte Mullins comments on Moght Thoughts
SOS: save our wild salmon
Jane Wheatley examines the dire situation facing the king of fish
Into the deep
Beneath the crystal-clear, alien world of water lie the great piscean survivors of the Ice Age. The Lake District is a fish-spotter's paradise, reports John Lewis-Stempel
It's alive!
Living, burping and bubbling fermented masses of flour, yeast and water that spawn countless loaves—Emma Hughes charts the rise and rise) of sourdough starters
There's orange gold in them thar fields
A kitchen staple that is easily taken for granted, the carrot is actually an incredibly tricky customer to cultivate that could reduce a grown man to tears, says Sarah Todd
True blues
I HAVE been planting English bluebells. They grow in their millions in the beechwoods that surround us—but not in our own garden. They are, however, a protected species. The law is clear and uncompromising: ‘It is illegal to dig up bluebells or their bulbs from the wild, or to trade or sell wild bluebell bulbs and seeds.’ I have, therefore, had to buy them from a respectable bulb-merchant.
Oh so hip
Stay the hand that itches to deadhead spent roses and you can enjoy their glittering fruits instead, writes John Hoyland
A best kept secret
Oft-forgotten Rutland, England's smallest county, is a 'Notswold' haven deserving of more attention, finds Nicola Venning