The post-war writings, after his return to East Germany. Some have suggested he is just a Stalinist ideologue at this point; that reading strikes me as beyond facile.
Antigone
A prologue here situates this in Germany under the NSDAP, and the play proper (an adaptation of Holderlin’s version) changes the mythological civil war into a Theban invasion of Argos for the purpose of mineral extraction (Creon proclaims at one point “there is / No Argos any more”—the Argives have been “laid to rest […] on a hard place. Now without town or tomb”). In the invasion, the brothers do not kill each other for the sake of office, as in the original Seven Against Thebes, but rather one refuses to fight in the unlawful invasion and is not to be buried. The sisters embody the tragic dilemma of being “caught in lawlessness” either way, whether burying both brothers per ancient religious rule or by declining to bury the non-combatant brother pursuant to post-war edict. (This sort of dilemma is perhaps not disabled by a religious exception for ‘rendering unto Caesar what is Caesar’s.”) Standard fascist doctrine in “For who rates higher than his native city / His life, I count him nothing.” Creon very specifically is “fuhrer” and has "stormtroops." He complains, regarding Antigone, “at odds she wants us under the roof of Thebes,” to which she replies “Screaming for unity you live on discord,” the standard fascist governance idea, as noted in Neumann and Lemkin, inter alia. Agamben’s ideas on the stasis are ratified by the boule’s advice to Creon that “Of all a ruler’s virtue / The healthiest, they say, is: know how to forget,” a reference to the basic amnestia rule, not so much a forgetting, recall, but an intentional declination to use memory of the civil discord against political opponents—it is a necessity for democratic operativity; for fascism, the contrary is true. Creon’s thesis is that “war makes new rights,” which does not work out so well for him.
Days of the Commune
A historical text, based on the brief candle of the Paris Commune in 1871, presenting sympathetically members of that polity in its fight for survival. The introductory notes for Volume 9 of the collected plays mentions that this text is technically an adaptation, but is so contradictory to the original as to become a "counter-play," which is totally brechtian. French prime minister Thiers is represented as thug: “we must exterminate them. We must smash their unwashed faces on the cobbles, in the name of culture. Our civilization is founded on property. Property must be protected at all costs.” Bismarck in Germany regards the Commune as a “bad example for the rest of Europe, wants exterminating with fire and brimstone like Sodom and Gomorrah.” When Bismarck demands five billion francs as reparations for the Franco-Prussian war, the Commune conceives that “the Commune will demand that the deputies, senators, generals, factory owners, estate owners and of course the church, who are to blame for the war, will now be the ones who pay the Prussians.” There's some focus on parliamentary procedure, highlighting the desire in the Commune to proceed properly, but also to protect the rights of people without unnecessary violence. When violent measures are proposed, they are often refuted—until the end, when the city is under siege, a time when lethal self-defense is authorized. One character asks “And total, immediate freedom, that’s an illusion?” and is answered with “In politics.” We recall that “a communarde doesn’t get jealous.” Some of the action is personal, some abstractly legislative—some contemplative, some street fighting at barricades. It’s a cool mix, perhaps with a bit of Brecht’s critique of being too nice to the reactionaries at times: “the people only ever have one hour. Woe betide them if they are not ready when it strikes.” Little use of epic technique in the script, that I’m noticing. Hard to disagree with their principles: “Whereas the purpose of life consists in the boundless development of our physical, intellectual, and moral being, property must be nothing other than the right of every individual to share, proportionately to his contribution, in the collective result of the work for all.” Bourgeois civil servants are said to have a “chief interest [that] consists in making themselves irreplaceable,” whereas “the great workers of the future will be the simplifiers of work.” Plenty more. A great recitation of the history of “the people,” from storming the Bastille through the 1860s. Nice characterization of the lumpenized antisocial nihilist: “owning nothing, he defends ownership, even that of the thief who has robbed him.” Elections understood as difficult conceptually: “do we permit the election of deceivers? By a people confused by their schools, their church, their press, and their politicians?” The ultimate issue: “but our bourgeoisie without a second thought allied itself with the enemy of France to wage a civil war against us.” The Commune’s response to barbarity: “we decided that we do not wish to do what the enemies of humanity are doing. They are monsters, we are not.” This is all in the state of exception, of course, wherein some want “terror against terror.”
Turandot
The narrative opens with an overproduction crisis in the Chinese textile industry: “there’s too much of everything, so nothing’s worth anything anymore.” This causes the emperor to sequestrate all cottons in order to protect the profitability of the owners, which perhaps 'corrects' too far, causing an even worse crisis. This setting features a literal marketplace of ideas, wherein intellectuals sell opinions for a fee: “yesterday I sold a cat-gut dealer an opinion about atonal music.” It is less classical sophism than intellectuals manufacturing ideas for delivery at specified prices. (“How dare you solicit me, in the presence of a child, too.” “It’s a perfectly natural urge, to have an opinion.” “If you don’t leave us alone, I’ll call the police. You should be ashamed of yourself. Is this what thinking has come to? The most noble of human activities, and you turn it into a dirty business transaction.”) Because of the textile crisis, one person complains that “soon the little folk won’t be able to afford opinions,” as though the marketplace were the only source for ideas. The state is governed by means of opinions purchased on the open market, incidentally. As the textile sequestration exacerbates crisis, the emperor calls for a great conference, wherein all the intellectuals will propose theories about the crisis, with the winner offered the emperor’s daughter as a fee (she has her own ideas, and is attracted to a thug, who may be a useful enforcer for the emperor); losers get killed (the absolute best scene involves severed heads continuing their discourse, sans fee; the conference itself is lively). Against this there is a revolutionary actively organizing the countryside: “Kai Ho is distributing land in Hu Nan to poor peasants.” Regarding this radical, “in cotton country we only hear what the landowners say. He’s a bad man, not on the side of freedom.” The emperor’s daughter’s thug’s solution (“his intellectual property”) is to declare the question of the textile overproduction crisis to be unlawful. “Intellectual arsonists” (old Roman incendiarii, in the figurative sense) are to be exterminated. Good times.
On the strength of this showing, I’d suggest that late Brecht is underrated.