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...Little Red Book and seeking the revolutionary fervor he first encountered in Edgar R. Snow's Red Star Over China. He was too late, of course: Deng Xiaoping had already started his radical transformation of the country. Undaunted, Brahm folded his romantic visions of a communist utopia between the pages of his Little Red Book, left it on the shelf and plunged headlong into a rapidly modernizing China. He apprenticed himself to a British law firm and from there moved into consulting for multinational corporations trying to get into China. His romance with the country deepened with his marriage...
...coquettery and evasions can exasperate men looking for an unequivocal answer to riddles of life and love. And when men have triumphed in their arguments with women, the women play their ace: they say, as Molly Bloom did, "Yes." This is the last word of the first and third "Utopia" plays; in each case it is spoken indulgently, as a mother would to calm a child's questing, questioning spirit. The political theories of Bakunin, Herzen and their coteries were expressions of a dream for universal betterment. As Shaw and Stoppard know, men are the dreamers, women the realists. Women...
...find that I am romanticizing my reaction to "The Coast of Utopia." The trilogy is perhaps an hour, perhaps a play, too long. But I know why I am in a mood to wave away what I might have considered its excesses and obscurities. I just realized that the play is closing today, and may never be performed again (though a New York visit has been discussed). It is as if a dear friend, who had enthralled and exasperated me, who talked so fast and stayed so long, were suddenly reported absent, or missing, or lost at sea. Would...
...What is to become of this monument? Edwin Booth said an actor was "a sculptor in snow." The gifted company of "The Coast of Utopia" sculpted a grand and intimate panorama of 19th century Europe from the marble of Stoppard's teeming brain. Tonight at 11, the sculpture begins to melt. It may be frozen - a living frieze - in the memories of those who saw the piece assembled, five nights a week and three times on Saturday. It is can be admired in its one official preserved form, on paper, and surely the plays read wonderfully in their published form...
...special gift of those who visited the National Theatre to know how the ship rocked, what birds of political fancy flew overhead, and when the rainbow of intellect and heart shone as we sailed past the coast of Utopia...