On the tiny stage of a straw-hat theater in Cambridge, Mass, last week Paul Robeson made his first U.S. appearance in Othello. After seeing him, scholars might still insist that Shakespeare meant Othello for a Moor and not a Negro. But drama lovers well might ask why, having played it twelve years ago in London, Robeson waited so long to play it over here. For in spite of muffing certain speecheshis lines sometimes throbbed awkwardlyand overacting certain sceneshis Grand Manner sometimes burst a seamRobeson gave a performance that even at its worst was...
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