You gotta admit: the Rogue Theatre has spheres. Orbs. Globes. OK, balls. In a scant decade of existence, the brave (and sometimes, we have to say, a bit self-conscious) entity has tackled Boccaccio, Pirandello and Kafka, among others, often commissioning or creating custom-made translations and adaptations. And it has served them up pretty darn well. […]
