Vladimir Nabokov wrote a play called The Waltz Invention in 1938. More in the spirit of a dizzy gamble than of a calculated risk, the Hartford Stage Company has now given the drama its be lated professional world premiere. The play itself is deeply flawed, only fitfully flaring into zany, poignant and prophetic life. Though it will try some playgoers' patience and mystify others, admirers of Nabokov can scarcely fail to find it oddly fascinating.
It is a little like discovering the prehistoric ruins of a writer before he has built the edifices...
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