SOURCE: “Romancing the Political,” in New Statesman & Society, May 12, 1995, pp. 32-3.

In the following review, Jays describes Skylight as “obvious and inconsistent.”

I love my love with an S, because it is secret. It feeds on silence and its name is Skylight.

What do you tell about your love? Does your heart trumpet emotions, hallooing to the reverberate hills? Or do you nestle your love close, keep it hushed? Pre-publicity for David Hare’s new play was coy about the subject matter. Unlike his recent trilogy for the National Theatre, a weave of leader-column debates on church, law and government, Skylight slips into the National in shades and a headscarf, head down, lips sealed. Skylight, you see, is a love story.

For six years, Kyra and Tom were lovers. They were 20 years apart in age, he a married restaurateur-entrepreneur, her boss. She split when his wife Alice found...