But to honey over one of the 20th century's greatest and most recent civil wars with mythological and literary references feels uncomfortably like love-conquers-all
patness, the artistic equivalent of the old hippy gesture, a flower in the barrel of a gun.
While the second act fizzes with reverberant emotions that make one want to replay the first half alongside it, there's a
patness about Greenberg's resolution, however suspenseful the author's juxtaposition of then-vs.-now.