Sometimes when reading a book, I tend to go off in a tangent. This is especially true when it comes to extraordinary people. Right now, I am in the middle of “A Song for Summer” by Eva Ibbotson, the second time. Situated in the 1930s, this book paints a dizzyingly idealistic and at the same time realistic picture of life in Austria. I will post a review soon. But for the last few days, I have been reading about Isadora Duncan, the revolutionary modern dancer and Max Reinhardt, the ground-breaking theatre director.
Why is it that it is during times of war that such talent surfaces? Does peace lead to complacency?