Johnson: Whatever happened to the hero of Man Alone?
Johnson had killed a man in the central North Island, got himself smuggled back to England on a freighter, taken off again, this time to Spain to fight in a war. Then he met Hilary. She was from New Zealand, from Wellington, brimming over with words: ¿The last thing I saw of New Zealand as our ship moved away from Port Nicholson, the last thing I saw was a newspaper drop from the hands of a fisherman sitting on the edge of the wharf. He¿d fallen asleep. The newspaper fluttered down into the waters and drifted there with the day¿s news from around the world.
Reviews for Dean Parker's plays
“Dean Parker’s explosive new play, The Tigers of Wrath, could be seen as a no-longer-young radical writer’s ‘look back in anger’ moment. But it is a great deal more than that, its energy springing from a controlled, compassionate anger that looks at human aspiration, then charts the inevitable failings that accompany all grand designs.” — Elspeth Sandys
“Spontaneous applause is rare enough in contemporary theatre for it to be an important measure of successful engagement. At the opening performance of Dean Parker’s shrewd satire, it sprang from an enthusiastic recognition of our staunch, if naïve, Kiwi ways …” — Lindsay Clark on Baghdad, Baby!
Dean Parker was born in Napier. He has written for stage and screen, and four of his plays have been published by Steele Roberts Aotearoa: Midnight in Moscow, The Tigers of Wrath, Once We Built A Tower and Slouching Toward Bethlehem.