With special guest reviewer Aria Noori, aged 11.
The Book of Everything review by Jane Howard, aged 22
It is the summer of 1951, and we are in Amsterdam, Holland, Europe, Northern Hemisphere, Earth, Solar System, Galaxy, Universe, Space. We have a birds-eye view of Thomas Klopper (Matthew Whittet) aged nearly ten, and his book of everything. Pappa (Pip Miller) says all good books are about God, but Thomas isn’t quite sure what his book will be about yet.
Thomas sees things that other people don’t see. In his imagination, he sees terrible hailstorms in the Amsterdam summer; he sees tropical fish, his favourite guppies, in the rivers and canals. In his house, he also sees things that aren’t seen outside those walls: he sees his father hit his mother (Claire Jones).
Based on the book by Guus Kuijer, The Book of Everything is delightfully funny, heart-warmingly touching, and heart-achingly sad. It is brave theatre; theatre for children, about children; theatre which at times is hard to watch. More sad than it is scary, Richard Tulloch’s adaptation tackles some big issues: domestic abuse, questioning and redefining faith, protofeminism, unlikely friendships, lasting effects of World War Two, love. It is certainly a piece for older children, and one that saw many shielded eyes, but through the sadness seeps through an undeniable bravery, the strength that children can find in themselves, the happiness that is waiting for them. Read the rest of this entry »