Is there a more intelligent and passionately committed director at work today than Peter Brook? And is there a more evasive and frustrating trickster in all world theater? Like the character of Hamlet, Brook's artistic character is a riddle with no solution. But Hamlet's character, being embodied in a poetic work, will stay until literacy itself is gone; Brook's, being as evanescent as all stage direction is by definition, will disappear, leaving behind only memories and partial records for historians to squabble over. What arcane mission drove him, they will probably ask, to turn out dietetic versions of other people's masterpieces? A striving for purity, an urge to shock, a resentment of the text's primacy, or just simple egomania? To which Time will give the same silent answer it gives to Hamlet's... More >>>