Roger Lewis

Keeping yourself angry, the Hare way: We Travelled, by David Hare, reviewed

This collection of essays and poems demonstrates how the playwright holds on to his outrage

David Hare at the Almeida Theatre in 1999. Credit: David Levenson/Getty Images 
issue 14 August 2021

A character in David Hare’s Skylight claims she has at last found contentment by no longer opening newspapers or watching television. ‘Well,’ says her astounded interlocutor, ‘you’re missing what’s happening. You’re missing reality.’

Hare himself can never be accused of missing (or missing out on) the reality of what is happening. He has already even mounted his response to ‘what it was like to experience Covid-19’ in Beat the Devil, starring Ralph Fiennes. His instinct has always been to tackle current affairs, sometimes with surreal consequences. When I saw Pravda, which was about Rupert Murdoch and his henchmen, the stalls were filled with Rupert Murdoch and his henchmen — art and life glowering at each other across the footlights.

‘Look at those crazy risk-taking fools crowded together on the beach!’

It is Hare’s own purpose, as he says of the Pop artist Patrick Caulfield, to make sense of ‘the haunting unknowability of the environment in which human beings have to spend their lives’.

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