THIS play, by Rose Leiman Goldemberg, has been compiled from letters written by poet Sylvia Plath, but I can't see why.

Covering from when she was a student until her death, Sylvia came across as a self-centred person, with an over-exaggerated sense of her own importance.

The play, I think, wants to show her as an insecure, agonising genius. She came across, to me, as a drama queen, who longed for attention.

After her brief marriage to Ted Hughes she kept proclaiming that she was not jealous of his success - but obviously was.

Ultimately she proved her utter selfishness in the worst way - by committing suicide, leaving two very young children.

Do Evans acted the part of Sylvia's mother well, though at times I felt I was listening to a lecture, rather than a play, and Sylvia was brilliantly portrayed by Julie Hickman. There were rather too many prompts, but it was the first night.

Letters Home is certainly "different". The play runs until Saturday.

VJS.