Martha Plimpton: I am terrified for the women of my country

The former teen star on being born into an acting dynasty, her anger at the abortion ban in Alabama and the trouble with American cinema Sweat at the Donmar Warehouse, a searingly topical play by Lynn Nottage that examines the deep-rooted discontent and anxiety that helped put Donald Trump in the White House. Sweat transfers to the West End next week. Would you like to see more working-class stories like Sweat on our stages and screens?Absolutely. One of the things I love about the play is its about people whose stories we dont usually hear or see. What is so compelling is how very human and universal the feelings are that Lynn is writing about. Its more than just a …

The shock of the nude: Brazil’s stark new form of political protest

In a defiant riposte to president Bolsonaro and intolerance, performers at So Paulos international theatre festival are reclaiming the rights to be seen and to be different If ever there were a city where disrupting traffic felt like a political act, it would be So Paulo. Its 15 million inhabitants routinely take an hour to drive across town and can per year just getting to and from work. So when the dancers of Banksys kissing coppers) as hooting taxis squeeze past. We love the fight between the public and the traffic, performer Carlos Canhameiro tells me later, remarkably uninjured. The street belongs to you. The street belongs to you (See[]Have) Adrift. Photograph: Guto Muniz If there are politics even in …

‘I’m not a gay writer, I’m a monster’: did James Purdy foresee Trump’s America?

At first he was feted. But then his novel about a handsome, Yale-educated serial rapist made him an outcast. Ten years after his death, has the scabrous authors time finally come? On 6 August 2015, the American author and playwright Cabot Wright Begins. A scabrous satire about three of New Yorks sacred cows publishing, politics and psychiatry the novel concerns the battle for the biographical rights of the titular Wright, a handsome, Yale-educated stockbroker and serial rapist. New York Times book critic Orville Prescott called it the sick outpouring of a confused, adolescent, distraught mind. A counter-attack from Susan Sontag hailed it as a bravura work of satire, but the damage was done. If my life up to then had …