I saw A Disappearing Number at the Barbican recently. I thought it was visually astonishing, engrossing and immersive. While the plot may be a little too tenuous to hold up all the metaphysical grandstanding, the power of the production is undeniable.
Some keywords I noted instead of writing a proper review: repeating mathematical patterns which go on to infinity, divergent patterns – always moving apart/away from zero, convergent series – two factors always getting closer and closer, but which meet only in infinity, only maths is real – drama, theatre, is all fake, the cambridge professor, real affection for indian mathmetician, he has no proofs, admiration through books, work left behind, chance meeting? Point of maths is to leave something in the world, something concrete.
Also, the Barbican theatre ae both great. wide, comfy seats and a great view from almost anywhere. Don’t be scared of getting the cheap seats.