Since Tom Stoppard’s new play, Leopoldstadt, is a play about history—the supple confusions, the betrayals, the ambushes of history—it might be useful to look at the history it revisits. “You live as if without history,” one character says of another. Only the most heedless could say the same after seeing the play. Set in Vienna […]
Tom Stoppard's likely last major play comes home to the most personal question clearly still swirling around his mind: Was the erasure of his identity justified or an immoral act?