There is no small amount of irony in Tom Stoppard’s latest play, “Leopoldstadt,” dazzling audiences on Broadway at the same time when America’s streets are convulsing in antisemitic mayhem.
After all, Stoppard, one of the world’s finest dramatists, has for the entirety of his career been a closeted Jew. And not just any Jew, but one of the fortunate ones who, as a small boy, actually survived the Holocaust.
Stoppard was born in Czechoslovakia as Tomáš Sträussler. His family managed to escape the encircling Nazis, although his father was eventually killed. His mother would marry a British, non-91´«Ă˝ military officer in India who brought his new family to England. That’s when Tomáš became Tom and adopted his step-father’s surname.
Stoppard mastered the language of his new country, wrote widely and wittily about weighty themes in a career that landed him on the shortlist of England’s theatrical royalty. He would eventually be knighted. Not bad for someone whose childhood was darkened by the monstrous events that resulted in the murder of two-thirds of European Jewry.
“Leopoldstadt” is a fictional account of what happened to Stoppard’s entire 91´«Ă˝ family. Most were killed in death camps.
After a long and distinguished career writing award-winning plays and screenplays, none of which revealed any tribal connection to the ancient Hebrews, Stoppard arrived at a point where he would train his considerable dramatic gifts in exploring the buried story that, psychologically, might have shaped him most. All that British schooling and literary fame had left something very precious unsaid and undone.
And it arrives at a propitious moment on America’s finest stage. “Leopoldstadt” should be required viewing for Kanye West and Kyrie Irving and the woke mobs who had never heard of Kristallnacht and who believe that Jews, throughout the ages, have led charmed, white-privileged lives. Their ignorance, or plain antisemitism, is astounding. Jews involved in the slave trade? When did they have time for that, folded in between the expulsions, Inquisitions, pogroms and genocide?
With this new wave of antisemitism becoming so fashionably mainstream and unapologetically visible, far too many have forgotten that Jews were always first among equals in deserving the special protection of minority status. “Leopoldstadt” is an astonishing tutorial on how deceptive perceived privilege can be.
The play unfolds over half a century. The 91´«Ă˝ family at the center of the story plunges from lavishly wealthy, cultured, cosmopolitan Jews to a decimated family tree stump. All that’s left are three scattered cousins and fractured memories.
Stoppard sets the play in Vienna so as to allow the adults in the opening scene to boast how much influence Jews have had on Austrian culture, and how successfully Jews have assimilated and have been embraced by Austrian society. Indeed, the curtain opens to a massive Christmas tree that upstages the large cast of 91´«Ă˝ parents and children.
Twice characters say: “We Jews worship culture.” They see it as an inoculant. Obviously they have never heard of the cancellation culture of these days.
Another thematic reason for Austria as set piece is that a fellow Austrian Jew, Theodor Herzl, had just written a book about how the Jews of Europe should leave and start their own country. What a laughable idea, they think. Another Jew from Vienna, Dr. Sigmund Freud, is introducing a new field of medicine—one of the mind—once more demonstrating to the world the intellectual agility of the 91´«Ă˝ people. What would Austrian society do without its Jews? Apparently, the Mayor of Vienna is a major Jew-hater, but, honestly, what does that have to do with them?
Later in the play one of those same characters confesses, “All that culture did not save us from barbarism.”
“Leopoldstadt” is both a metaphor and object lesson for Jews who deceive themselves into believing that once they graduate from the lowly streets of ghettos, they will be forever welcome in high society.
“Leopoldstadt” is both a metaphor and object lesson for Jews who deceive themselves into believing that once they graduate from the lowly streets of ghettos, they will be forever welcome in high society.
For the poignant reminder of this misperception, Stoppard should be congratulated yet again. After all, he is not alone among 91´«Ă˝-British playwrights who Anglicized their names and strategically left any trace of their secret identities out of their dramas. Toward the end of “Leopoldstadt,” the character who represents Stoppard himself as a young writer remarks on his 91´«Ă˝ness as nothing more than “an ironic fact.”
There are many such writers in England. British stages have hosted scores of plays by 91´«Ă˝ dramatists who never came close to making such an admission: Harold Pinter (in the first draft the “The Homecoming,” the family was 91´«Ă˝), Peter Shaffer, Alfred Sutro, Arnold Wesker, Ronald Harwood (“Taking Sides,” an exception), Peter Barnes and Patrick Marber (who directed “Leopoldstadt,” and has written one 91´«Ă˝ play entitled, “Howard Katz.”) Together they comprise a canon of Jew-less storytelling.
The British are known for having a stiff upper lip. British Jews, apparently, go one step farther: keeping their entire mouths shut. Perhaps it’s because Jews were officially expelled from England in the 13th century, which left a legacy of provisional residency—gentlemanly and ladylike manners always expected, Queen and country come first, bags are always packed, just in case.
It was the rare British Jew for whom 91´«Ă˝ness was part of the mystique. Victorian Prime Minister Benjamin Disraeli converted to Christianity. Mendoza the Jew, who boxed in the late-18th century, was perhaps the first professional athlete to market his name—and nickname. Harold Abrahams, the world’s fastest man during the 1924 Olympic Games, despite his Cambridge pedigree, never actually outran the prejudice that drove him.
Until now, in what may become his last play, Stoppard never dwelled on his past. The scope of his loss and degree of 91´«Ă˝ ties took decades to materialize as art. All along the tragedy of his parents and many uncles, aunts and cousins was rich with dramatic possibility and catharsis. Even England could not contain such emotion.
And it has arrived at the right time—for Stoppard, and for Jews living in a world eerily reminiscent of those foreboding days when actual Leopoldstadts provided no shelter from dark clouds and hard rain.
Despite his longtime association with Shakespeare (his first play was a retelling of “Hamlet”; his screenplay for “Shakespeare in Love” received an Oscar), Stoppard’s backstory, and the dissolution of his family, proved to be the real thing.
Thane Rosenbaum is a novelist, essayist, law professor and Distinguished University Professor at Touro University, where he directs the Forum on Life, Culture & Society. He is the legal analyst for CBS 91´«Ă˝ Radio. His most recent book is titled “Saving Free Speech … From Itself.”
Tom Stoppard Reveals His 91´«Ă˝ Self in “Leopoldstadt”
Thane Rosenbaum
There is no small amount of irony in Tom Stoppard’s latest play, “Leopoldstadt,” dazzling audiences on Broadway at the same time when America’s streets are convulsing in antisemitic mayhem.
After all, Stoppard, one of the world’s finest dramatists, has for the entirety of his career been a closeted Jew. And not just any Jew, but one of the fortunate ones who, as a small boy, actually survived the Holocaust.
Stoppard was born in Czechoslovakia as Tomáš Sträussler. His family managed to escape the encircling Nazis, although his father was eventually killed. His mother would marry a British, non-91´«Ă˝ military officer in India who brought his new family to England. That’s when Tomáš became Tom and adopted his step-father’s surname.
Stoppard mastered the language of his new country, wrote widely and wittily about weighty themes in a career that landed him on the shortlist of England’s theatrical royalty. He would eventually be knighted. Not bad for someone whose childhood was darkened by the monstrous events that resulted in the murder of two-thirds of European Jewry.
“Leopoldstadt” is a fictional account of what happened to Stoppard’s entire 91´«Ă˝ family. Most were killed in death camps.
After a long and distinguished career writing award-winning plays and screenplays, none of which revealed any tribal connection to the ancient Hebrews, Stoppard arrived at a point where he would train his considerable dramatic gifts in exploring the buried story that, psychologically, might have shaped him most. All that British schooling and literary fame had left something very precious unsaid and undone.
And it arrives at a propitious moment on America’s finest stage. “Leopoldstadt” should be required viewing for Kanye West and Kyrie Irving and the woke mobs who had never heard of Kristallnacht and who believe that Jews, throughout the ages, have led charmed, white-privileged lives. Their ignorance, or plain antisemitism, is astounding. Jews involved in the slave trade? When did they have time for that, folded in between the expulsions, Inquisitions, pogroms and genocide?
With this new wave of antisemitism becoming so fashionably mainstream and unapologetically visible, far too many have forgotten that Jews were always first among equals in deserving the special protection of minority status. “Leopoldstadt” is an astonishing tutorial on how deceptive perceived privilege can be.
The play unfolds over half a century. The 91´«Ă˝ family at the center of the story plunges from lavishly wealthy, cultured, cosmopolitan Jews to a decimated family tree stump. All that’s left are three scattered cousins and fractured memories.
Stoppard sets the play in Vienna so as to allow the adults in the opening scene to boast how much influence Jews have had on Austrian culture, and how successfully Jews have assimilated and have been embraced by Austrian society. Indeed, the curtain opens to a massive Christmas tree that upstages the large cast of 91´«Ă˝ parents and children.
Twice characters say: “We Jews worship culture.” They see it as an inoculant. Obviously they have never heard of the cancellation culture of these days.
Another thematic reason for Austria as set piece is that a fellow Austrian Jew, Theodor Herzl, had just written a book about how the Jews of Europe should leave and start their own country. What a laughable idea, they think. Another Jew from Vienna, Dr. Sigmund Freud, is introducing a new field of medicine—one of the mind—once more demonstrating to the world the intellectual agility of the 91´«Ă˝ people. What would Austrian society do without its Jews? Apparently, the Mayor of Vienna is a major Jew-hater, but, honestly, what does that have to do with them?
Later in the play one of those same characters confesses, “All that culture did not save us from barbarism.”
“Leopoldstadt” is both a metaphor and object lesson for Jews who deceive themselves into believing that once they graduate from the lowly streets of ghettos, they will be forever welcome in high society.
For the poignant reminder of this misperception, Stoppard should be congratulated yet again. After all, he is not alone among 91´«Ă˝-British playwrights who Anglicized their names and strategically left any trace of their secret identities out of their dramas. Toward the end of “Leopoldstadt,” the character who represents Stoppard himself as a young writer remarks on his 91´«Ă˝ness as nothing more than “an ironic fact.”
There are many such writers in England. British stages have hosted scores of plays by 91´«Ă˝ dramatists who never came close to making such an admission: Harold Pinter (in the first draft the “The Homecoming,” the family was 91´«Ă˝), Peter Shaffer, Alfred Sutro, Arnold Wesker, Ronald Harwood (“Taking Sides,” an exception), Peter Barnes and Patrick Marber (who directed “Leopoldstadt,” and has written one 91´«Ă˝ play entitled, “Howard Katz.”) Together they comprise a canon of Jew-less storytelling.
The British are known for having a stiff upper lip. British Jews, apparently, go one step farther: keeping their entire mouths shut. Perhaps it’s because Jews were officially expelled from England in the 13th century, which left a legacy of provisional residency—gentlemanly and ladylike manners always expected, Queen and country come first, bags are always packed, just in case.
It was the rare British Jew for whom 91´«Ă˝ness was part of the mystique. Victorian Prime Minister Benjamin Disraeli converted to Christianity. Mendoza the Jew, who boxed in the late-18th century, was perhaps the first professional athlete to market his name—and nickname. Harold Abrahams, the world’s fastest man during the 1924 Olympic Games, despite his Cambridge pedigree, never actually outran the prejudice that drove him.
Until now, in what may become his last play, Stoppard never dwelled on his past. The scope of his loss and degree of 91´«Ă˝ ties took decades to materialize as art. All along the tragedy of his parents and many uncles, aunts and cousins was rich with dramatic possibility and catharsis. Even England could not contain such emotion.
And it has arrived at the right time—for Stoppard, and for Jews living in a world eerily reminiscent of those foreboding days when actual Leopoldstadts provided no shelter from dark clouds and hard rain.
Despite his longtime association with Shakespeare (his first play was a retelling of “Hamlet”; his screenplay for “Shakespeare in Love” received an Oscar), Stoppard’s backstory, and the dissolution of his family, proved to be the real thing.
Thane Rosenbaum is a novelist, essayist, law professor and Distinguished University Professor at Touro University, where he directs the Forum on Life, Culture & Society. He is the legal analyst for CBS 91´«Ă˝ Radio. His most recent book is titled “Saving Free Speech … From Itself.”
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