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- <text id=94TT1788>
- <title>
- Dec. 19, 1994: Theater:Every Atom Is a Cathedral
- </title>
- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1994
- Dec. 19, 1994 Uncle Scrooge
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- ARTS & MEDIA/THEATER, Page 78
- Every Atom is a Cathedral
- </hdr>
- <body>
- <p> Physics, espionage and love drive Tom Stoppard's Hapgood
- </p>
- <p>By Brad Leithauser
- </p>
- <p> There's a radiant moment in Tom Stoppard's Hapgood , which
- opened in revival last week at Manhattan's Lincoln Center, when
- Kerner, a Russian physicist and spy, celebrates the littleness
- of atoms. The public, he explains to the woman he loves, simply
- doesn't comprehend how minuscule the particles truly are. He
- tells her, "I could put an atom into your hand for every second
- since the world began, and you would have to squint to see the
- dot of atoms in your palm." Some men offer their beloved the
- moon. Kerner offers his a speck in her palm--a glimpse into the
- micro-basement of the universe--and she is enchanted. And the
- audience is too.
- </p>
- <p> It's also a moment in which an artistic credo seems to be
- lurking, one that, with Stoppardian paradox, might be rendered
- as: Who sees littlest sees furthest. Ever since he became
- internationally famous while still in his 20s for his
- philosophical farce Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead
- (1966), Stoppard has been accused of excessive cleverness--of
- having a big mind but a small heart. At bottom Hapgood insists
- that this division is artificial. As Kerner says, "Every atom
- is a cathedral."
- </p>
- <p> The KGB believes that Kerner is their agent; the English
- think he's a double agent working for them. He could be a triple
- or, as he says, "maybe quintuple." Like many tales of
- espionage, Hapgood is an onion-like construction: the author
- peels back a layer of threats, uncertainties, possible betrayals
- only to reveal another. It's such an elaborate process, you can
- almost forget that what you wind up with is an onion: something
- savory and shapely but rather slight. Which is to say, Hapgood
- isn't quite Stoppard in highest flight. And which is also to
- say, even low-flying Stoppard can soar and sweep impressively;
- he's a rare bird.
- </p>
- <p> The cast is uniformly able. Stockard Channing, as the
- self-denying British agent Elizabeth Hapgood, does all she can,
- with her crisp high-heeled pacing, to delimit the boundaries of
- her role, but there's something a little frustratingly soft--in
- the text--at her center. As played by David Strathairn, Kerner
- is more convincing as a scientist than as a squelched lover;
- there's something slightly too predictable--too projectable, as
- Kerner the mathematician might say--about his twitchings and
- jerkings when sentiment gets the better of him.
- </p>
- <p> The sly, sliding sets enhance a pleasing sense of a world
- turned slippery at the edges, and certainly much has slipped
- away geopolitically since the play premiered in London six years
- ago. Although Stoppard has modified the text slightly to presage
- the downfall of the Soviet Union, his characters continue to
- reflect the ironies of flawed vision in the world of
- surveillance. While the electrons dance, an empire crumbles.
- </p>
- </body>
- </article>
- </text>
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