I think the most exactly testimonial for all book soul was given by Roger:
"You don't know the difference between truth and make-believe. You never stop acting. It's second nature to you(...) You don't exist, you're only the innumerable parts you've played(...) When I've seen you go into an empty room I've sometimes wanted to open the door suddenly, but I've been afraid to in case I found nobody there".
Though it semeed rather filthy for son saying those things.
I can't say that Julia Lambert has made me to sympathize with her situation. It becomes obvious to the last page she likes her life, she has reconciled herself to that way of her life.
She reminded me a bit a little child who always happy to live, to see, to feel, to know something new. Her days are delight. And it can be envied. In full or in part.
The only thing I don't like there are too many "damn", "old cow", "bastard", "mugs" and other swearwords.
By and large I liked "Theatre" but at the same time I want to ask M.A. why it is her favourite author with his best book. =)