I’ve recently pondered whether I had to write about the intriguing relationship between books and theatre or postpone it. I wasn’t sure as to how and what to say, then I thought of the huge satisfaction and incredible, enthusiastic energy I felt during the performances, and I decide to spend a few words on it.
My experience in watching a book adaptation goes back to a few years ago. ‘1984’ by George Orwell was at the Playhouse Theatre in London. I had found the tickets for the last show, and I was curious to see how the director and his team had interpreted the novel. I also was quite doubtful. ‘1984’ is an incredible, intense, and meaningful book. I couldn’t figure out how the adaptation could have been made. Once I arrived at the theatre, I took my seat – I was in the front row, directly beneath the stage – and I still didn’t know what to expect. The performance finished after a couple of hours; a roaring clap of hands and a joyful standing ovation thanked the amazing actors who had taken part in the show. I was surprised, completely stunned and astonished. The play had perfectly represented the intensity, the psychological struggle, and the morality of the Orwell’s work. ‘1984’ is not either an easy-going reading or simple-meaning book; it’s extremely rich and full of significance. Recreating properly on the stage can also be quite difficult. Rapid changes of set, clever and stupefying use of lights and astonishing acting had totally transported the audience inside the story, remaking faithfully the atmosphere and environment of the book. It was great. The novel had come to life. The theatre is not that different from reading a book. When you read, you create what the writer describes in your mind. You visualise every detail. Theatre and books are strictly connected; the theatrical adaptations bring to life the deep and astounding magic books contain.
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