“Steve Furst's FAGIN is an extraordinary and unique piece of quality theatre. It's said the theatre should educate and entertain. Fagin does both in spades. Glorious.”
Gary Wilmot
“You can take it from me and the family that Lionel would have really loved Steve’s interpretation of Bart’s Fagin and his reading of the songs.”
Sam Berglitter — Lionel Bart’s nephew“FAGIN is such a brilliant, thoughtful show — full of insights, nuance and humour. The depth of research and scholarship grounded the whole performance, and yet all the knowledge was carried with a deft light touch.”
Jacqueline Nicholls“The best thing I have seen on stage — unforgettable and inspiring storytelling.”
Susie Pearl“Truly unexpected in format. Filled with humour, insight and song. Don’t miss it!”
@technokitten“A masterclass in characterisation and metamorphosis. It was a brilliant demonstration of how an actor can analyse, construct and fully inhabit a multi-dimensional character.”
Meredith Rey“Beautiful writing and a fantastic performance.”
Tomi Pauk“Was an amazing show this evening.”
@ursaminormonster“Furst proves why he remains such a respected performer. Not quite a traditional musical, not quite a play, but definitely an engaging theatrical experience led by a consummate entertainer.”
Roland Saunders“We had the great pleasure of seeing Fagin last night. Tour de force seems an understatement! What a magnificent performance and what a beautifully constructed show.”
Alastair Falk“It was a joy to witness his forensic examination of Fagin last night… Steve fleshes out the archetype until Fagin becomes fully human, allowing him to interrogate the character’s treatment across literature, theatre and film with wit, intelligence and remarkable generosity.”
David McAlmont“What a treat to see the excellent Steve Furst in Fagin tonight. Really fabulous evening, brilliantly executed.”
Jenny AugenFagin joins the pantheon — and has done so for nearly two centuries.
Lionel Bart's Fagin is a mother hen. Tough love, but love. Food on the table, songs round the fire, kids who'd rather be in his hideout than the workhouse.
"I feeds the boys, I plays with them, I keeps em safe."
At the end, Bart sends him off into the night — alive, ambiguous, ours to decide. A loveable rogue. King of his domain. A pied piper.
Dickens called him the Jew two hundred and sixty-nine times. He drew Fagin by the fire, holding a toasting fork — devil's pitchfork, in case you missed it.
Cruikshank's etchings did the rest: hooked nose, hunched shoulders, the medieval bogeyman fully formed. The Jew of Malta. Shylock. Barabbas. Fagin grew from a tradition that ran for centuries.
"This is the tradition into which I, Fagin, was born."


