The second-biggest surprise of Anna Ziegler's new play, Photograph 51, is that Ziegler has managed to take this dryly historic tale and turn it into an engrossing scientific whodunit, or rather, who'll-do-it.
If Prague were a planet, circling and spinning past the sun, it would be one that sends back light to those who take the time to look. A Mercury or Mars, let's say. Rich and purple and alert for steps upon its soil.
Thirty years ago! Scary! Yet inspiring. (Certainly most millennials I encounter are ripping off that era as fast as their iPad-laden hands can grab.) For your pleasure and edification, I was there (and then), and I reflect.