Your article about the violence and gore in Shakespeare’s Titus Andronicus, in relation to the need for trigger warnings (‘Don’t come if you are worried’: former RSC boss says he hates trigger warnings for plays, 3 April) reminded me of a Royal Shakespeare Company production that I saw in Stratford-upon-Avon, with my old mate David Bradley in the eponymous role.
It was a riveting and enervating night; the slaughter of Tamora was particularly striking. The sound of her neck breaking reverberated round a totally silent audience, followed by gasps of horror. I met David in the Dirty Duck afterwards and asked him how they had created such an effect. He told me they had merely squeezed a plastic coffee cup. That said, he then only wanted to talk about York City FC.
Peter Gildener
Fulford, North Yorkshire
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