
It is 1850, and the thirty-two-year-old Karl Marx is hiding in a cramped Dean Street flat in Soho, broke, restless, and surrounded by creditors, spies, and rival revolutionaries. His writing is blocked, his marriage is dying, and Engels is in despair at his wasted genius. But there is still no one in London who can show you a better night on the town than Karl Heinrich Marx. Richard Bean and Clive Coleman's riotous comedy demystifies the father of communism as a brilliantly flawed, chaotic, and very human figure.