Aeschylus, they say, was killed when an eagle, mistaking his bald head for a smooth, shell-cracking rock, dropped a tortoise on him. Ever since then translators have been dropping translations on the head of his plays with comparably fatal results.
Rush Rehm’s version of The Oresteia (Hawthorn Press, $4.95 pb, 144 pp) brought to the Pram Factory a rarely attempted piece of theatre – the ... (read more)