It’s been a long time coming, Patricia Cornelius’ My Sister Jill but she’s a playwright whose work demands to be seen. Cornelius is the only dramatist you could imagine doing a version of that towering play, Lorca’s The House of Bernada Alba as she did a few years ago and she’s the only one who would dare to invoke the title of George Johnston’s My Brother Jack with all its pent-up masculism.
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