'Come, you drunken spirits. Come, you battalions. You fields of ghosts who walk these green plains still. Come, you giants!'
When Jez Butterworth's Jerusalempremiered at the Royal Court Theatre, London, in 2009, it served notice of an astonishing development in the career of a writer whose debut, Mojo, had premiered on the same stage nearly fifteen years before.
Unearthing the mythic roots of...