In trying to explain the book to my husband, I told him about Orghast, the torchlight production in a made-up language on the ruins of Persepolis. He made me repeat myself three times, and then asked how many of the people in the group were on mushrooms. Funny, when I learned about that in theater history class, it didn't seem that bizarre. But I was 19, and the world was different.
This is such a crazy book. I kept thinking either, "Everyone should read this!" or "Wow, this is some post-colonial yet still colonial weird pseudo mysticism." Every page, I couldn't decide if I loved it or should quit it. Just when I would be ready to put it down, a passage would come along that would rearrange my thinking (not just about the book, but ALL OF MY THINKING).
The parts that are good and insightful are excellent. Anyone who works with people in large groups, who pushes the boundaries on their art, and especially people who do touring theater, should totally read this. Push through the noble savage parts, because the group dynamics are so perceptively written and true--and also, what Brook is *trying to do* (although not always what he does) is so powerful, and in some cases well-articulated.