"Hansen may take responsibility for the fate of his characters, but the meaning of those fates is, finally, ours to determine. When the performance is over and the lights have come up, we are left not with a comprehensive spiritual vision but instead with a quiet image of two estranged friends glimpsing each other through a cafe window. Yet one admires Hansen for the same reticence one faults him for: his refusal, in the end, to play God. It is not his world, Hansen seems to say, but ours, and in the end we must interpret it for ourselves. His deeply suggestive creation is merely an offering to that world, a celebration of its mysteries." --Alice Truax, NYT Book Review, 1999
[i only wish there had been more ruminations about music, i want to read his notebooks!]