Art, like nature, is divided into organic entities. A rose is not a pear, and a pear is not a giraffe. Similarly, a novel is not a play and a play is not a film. Yet year after year the singular Anglo-American idiocy of trying to adapt a given work from one form to another goes on, a process that Louis Kronenberger once described as "cutting up a sofa to make a chair."
The latest sofa cutter is the distinguished, able and antic English theater director, Peter Brook. Having directed King Lear as a play,...
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