Getting a bit heavy-handed, aren’t you, Inspector? - some British culture via An Inspector Calls

Several years ago I came across a survey of British teachers of English literature. Over time, many groups have greatly revised, often in the name of relevance and diversity, the reading list for the GCSE, the exam British students took before graduating high school (a current or at least recent list). But which books did teachers actually pick to teach? The answer was, when possible, An Inspector Calls by J. B. Priestly, to the extent that I was able to calculate that a large majority of British students were tested, and have always been tested, on An Inspector Calls, no matter what other options are available. The second place book was, by the way, Animal Farm. So the point of the survey was that more varied contemporary options to the exam did not matter much if teachers just kept riding the same old warhorses. My point, somewhat different, is that I was not even sure what An Inspector Calls was. I had better read it. I just did. It is a popular play from 1945. It is short – is it…