I attended a performance of Tom Stoppard’s “Arcadia” this weekend and it made me think of you:
1. It’s set in Derbyshire.
2. There’s math in the plot.
I wondered if you are familiar with “Arcadia” and if you have an opinion about it.
I only ever once attended a Stoppard play, in London, 1984. Don’t recall the title, or much else about it. Here, in fact, is the entirety of what I do recall:
- Felicity Kendal looked terrific in tights.
- Climbing down a ladder without looking out below him, someone steps on a tortoise.
- There was some talk about metaphysics that I didn’t follow.
- Coming out of it I crossed Stoppard off my mental list of playwrights whose works I would ever revisit.
- My date (blind) had poor personal hygiene. Crossed her off a different list.
Strangely I find myself at odds here with the normally infallible Steve Sailer, who calls Stoppard “my favorite playwright.”
Just two words, Steve: Samuel Beckett.