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C an an opera about the Libyan dictator Muammar Gadafy really be a good idea? Evita's husband was a despot. Hitler is name-checked in Mel Brooks's The Producers. But until now, no one has risked making an opera that puts a dictator centre stage, still less while he is alive.
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