Like any mystery novel or play, there’s a danger in spending too much time explaining much about it. And this one is little different. On the one hand this is a quite successful and brilliant play in a lot of ways. It not only creates an effective and engaging dramatic scene, but it also completely complicates and subverts a lot of the same tropes and conventions it relies on to tell the story. It’s a lot like Clue and The Mousetrap in this way, and […]
a man has to make his own way—has to look after himself—and his family, too, of course, when he has one—and so long as he does that he won’t come to much harm.
An Inspector Calls by J.B. Priestley