Photo: Evan Zimmerman/Met Opera The tale of Kavalier & Clay, Michael Chabon tells us in his exuberant, cornucopian 2000 novel , “began in 1939, toward the end of October, on the night that Sammy’s mother burst into his bedroom, applied the ring and iron knuckles of her left hand to the side of his cranium, and told him to move over and make room in the bed for his cousin from Prague.” I can imagine an operatic version of The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay that would have that same