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Zionism conspicuous by its absence
ROBERT COHEN reflects on a telling omission in Tom Stoppard's play Leopoldstadt
AT THE HEART OF VIENNESE CULTURE: Family gathering in Leopoldstadt
[Marc Brenner]
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MARTIN GRAHAM welcomes a statistical analysis of how much tax the super-rich pay, and foresees that the demand will flush out their agents
RICHARD WORTH relishes the fleeting moment and sense of flow of the late, great saxophonist
DENNIS BROE notes the thin, unfunny and apolitical quality of the gruel dished up by the US networks and studios for mass consumption
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JEWISH 20th-century history is so often presented as one long justification for the project of Jewish national renewal, a narrative which today dominates mainstream Jewish community life and deeply influences political attitudes towards Israel by Western countries.
So it is curious to see Tom Stoppard’s new play Leopoldstadt, which chronicles three generations of mid-European Jewish history, leaving zionism offstage.
Stoppard discovered his own Jewish heritage late in life. His four grandparents were all murdered in the Holocaust and I expected to see zionism waiting in the wings as a potential redemptive finale or at the very least an answer to the human costs of being Jewish.
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