'To go to America!' Here was wretchedness; there life brimming over.... Such was the flag under which I greeted the New Year. Surely it will not disappoint my hopes' With these words Sergey Prokofiev closed his diary for the revolutionary year 1917. He would not be disappointed by 1918. On August 24, after an epic trek that carried him across strife-torn Russia to the Pacific and the breadth of North America, he stepped from a stifling Grand...