As my ongoing retrospective of my writings and perspectives on North Coast theatre rolls along, I've changed my tactics a bit. I've gone back through this site, curating it, adding reviews in their proper timeframe that weren't posted before, adding some photos, adding labels to make them more searchable and so on. So in this retrospective space, I'll more often be linking to past pieces rather than bundling them here.
I've discovered that at least digitally some past reviews are gone forever. At least a couple of years have vanished from the Journal site, and the Journal now makes it very difficult if not impossible to find Stage Matters reviews without already having the link. But for a few years even the links go nowhere. I have my drafts of most published pieces but some must have disappeared on a laptop that was so thoroughly fried that I couldn't retrieve any files. (Too bad too because it contained my correspondence with Leonard Nimoy.) I have some hard copies, not well organized though.
I do have a plan for the rest of this retrospective look, focusing on individual theatres and individual people. Eventually I will post old pieces that don't appear anywhere else, so this site will be (for one thing) a record of North Coast theatre for much of the past decade, though not a complete one. Since I often expanded on the background of plays, this aspect of the site will continue to be an Internet resource that's useful well beyond the North Coast of California.
At the same time, I'll be experimenting with expanding this site's content beyond local stages, beyond stage matters, to other matters. So there will be those kinds of posts coming up.
The next retrospective post will be the final one dealing with local community theatres, North Coast Rep and Ferndale Rep, and their non-musical productions.
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Saturday, November 15, 2014
Monday, October 27, 2014
So What Next?
That is the question. Do I use this blog for example to establish an independent voice on North Coast theatre? Maybe make it a .com, try to sell some ads, explore the possibilities?
It's tempting. I've been to only one play since I was fired by the NC Journal-- it was reviewed in three newspapers, and my views on it are strongly different from all three. Besides views and reviews, there's nowhere else that does what this blog does with This North Coast Weekend.
But apart from internal commitment, something like that will take external support. So far the Journal's gamble that they could snuff me without anyone noticing appears to be paying off. (That they've exactly copied the form for my Stage Matters print column that I painstakingly invented probably helps.) I've received a number of private emails supporting my work, but as yet not a public word.
In any case, I've decided not to decide for the rest of this calendar year. I'll see what weekends are like without those responsibilities. I'll see if I ever want to go back to the pain involved in reviewing the work of others.
In the meantime, for the rest of this year I'll be retrospective, and maybe introspective as well. I've read some old columns lately--an interesting experience. By necessity my process was to concentrate on the play and production at hand very intensively, including the writing of the review. Then after its publication I would read it twice, perhaps post a fuller version or additional notes here...and then forget it all. So reading old reviews reminds me of productions I'd just about forgotten I'd experienced.
So I will probably post some of those old reviews, adding some new context perhaps. Some because the productions stand out in my (recently refreshed) memory, some because of a person or persons involved, some because of the play or the playwright, partly because I know this blog is used a lot as a reference. It gets far-flung readers looking for specific plays and playwrights.
Sometimes these posts will be excerpts, sometimes fuller pieces and reviews, drawn from my drafts rather than from published versions.
Anyway, that's the immediate plan. As for This North Coast Weekend, as long as theatres keep sending me information, I'll keep posting it, at least until the end of the year.
It's tempting. I've been to only one play since I was fired by the NC Journal-- it was reviewed in three newspapers, and my views on it are strongly different from all three. Besides views and reviews, there's nowhere else that does what this blog does with This North Coast Weekend.
But apart from internal commitment, something like that will take external support. So far the Journal's gamble that they could snuff me without anyone noticing appears to be paying off. (That they've exactly copied the form for my Stage Matters print column that I painstakingly invented probably helps.) I've received a number of private emails supporting my work, but as yet not a public word.
In any case, I've decided not to decide for the rest of this calendar year. I'll see what weekends are like without those responsibilities. I'll see if I ever want to go back to the pain involved in reviewing the work of others.
In the meantime, for the rest of this year I'll be retrospective, and maybe introspective as well. I've read some old columns lately--an interesting experience. By necessity my process was to concentrate on the play and production at hand very intensively, including the writing of the review. Then after its publication I would read it twice, perhaps post a fuller version or additional notes here...and then forget it all. So reading old reviews reminds me of productions I'd just about forgotten I'd experienced.
So I will probably post some of those old reviews, adding some new context perhaps. Some because the productions stand out in my (recently refreshed) memory, some because of a person or persons involved, some because of the play or the playwright, partly because I know this blog is used a lot as a reference. It gets far-flung readers looking for specific plays and playwrights.
Sometimes these posts will be excerpts, sometimes fuller pieces and reviews, drawn from my drafts rather than from published versions.
Anyway, that's the immediate plan. As for This North Coast Weekend, as long as theatres keep sending me information, I'll keep posting it, at least until the end of the year.
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Informed Speculation
This expands on my first post using this photo, about being fired from writing Stage Matters for the North Coast Journal.
So: if the NC Journal "enjoyed and appreciated" my contribution, my "writing and viewpoint, as well as your reliability" (I didn't miss a deadline in nine years) as the letter said, why did they fire me?
As far as I can tell, because they don't want to pay me.
I heard independently from two very well placed sources (neither of whom knows the other spoke to me about this) that the Journal, and specifically the publisher, is trying to pay writers less. One of the sources also said she wants to pay editors less as well. She isn't paying the editor in chief anything, because for the first time in many years there isn't one.
I got my first indication of this approach more than a year ago, when the then editor of the paper talked to me about a plan to "expand" theatre coverage, and add more writers to it. There's some history to this which I'll get into in a moment, but here's the point: I mentioned I knew of a good writer who might be interested but I'd talk to her first. I was immediately cautioned not to tell her what I was being paid for a column because they would be offering less. Not as a temporary or trial rate for a new writer, but as a matter of permanent policy.
Later I heard from another source that publisher Judy Hodgson was "upset that she's not making as much money from the paper as she used to" and that she specifically complained about the amount she was spending to pay writers.
Still later I heard that she refused to re-hire arts editor Bob Doran because she had a new arts editor she was paying less than she had paid him. He had recovered from the stroke he suffered while on the job, which (I heard still another source speculate) may have been prompted by the stress he'd been under to re-create the Journal's web page.
On October 6 I got the email from the current arts editor firing me. It was Monday, which is the day that copy for that week's paper is due and is edited. So the theatre review that appeared in that week's issue was in her hands, and the new name for the column was already set. Obviously this had been planned for some time. It was calculated and it was cold. Several weeks earlier she'd proposed "meeting up" for coffee. She is relatively new to the job, and I had not met her at all. So what would that "meeting up" have been like? Essentially this: hi, how are you, good to meet you, you're fired.
Let me explain what my job was. I was not on staff or on salary. In fact I have never set foot in the Journal offices since they moved to Eureka. Working from my home office, I gathered information on North Coast productions, scheduled and arranged to attend shows when they opened, got myself to the theatre, attended the show, perhaps talked before or after to participants, researched the play and playwright, wrote (and rewrote and rewrote and rewrote, on deadline and to the 850 word limit) the review, along with other elements of the column.
For many of the years I wrote Stage Matters I also conducted interviews with directors, producers and so on, to give them a direct voice. These were previews, published before the show opened. That entailed arranging for and conducting the interview, transcribing the recording, writing it up and so on.
I did this frequently when there was at least one review published in a North Coast newspaper the week after a production opened, which is as fast as reviews ever appear here. So shows got a timely review whether or not I wrote one. But several years ago it happened that only the Journal was able to publish a timely review, and that's when I began to review more regularly. (The situation is better now--there are three print possibilities for timely reviews.)
So that's what I did, and here's the huge sum I was paid: $100 per column. A column in fact might entail attending two or even three plays, or reviewing one play and previewing another or others. I got no benefits, not even gas money or mileage. My column appeared an average of twice a month. But there was also unpaid work to do between columns, to keep up with the local theatre world. Pretty much my entire weekend revolved around this, as did private travel plans and schedule.
I realize that most people who create theatre here on the North Coast get less. But a newspaper is a profit-making entity, and writing is my profession. Besides, I have some perspective on that rate of pay.
I was Managing Arts Editor of an alternative weekly, the Boston Phoenix in the early 1970s. I authorized payment to writers, so I happen to know that we paid our theatre reviewer $100. The minimum wage then was $2 an hour. A gallon of gas cost 55 cents. Ten grand would buy you a house.
Sure, that was Boston, this is our little North Coast. But that's 40 years ago. Needless to say the cost of living has gone up considerably since then, and so has the pay that pays for everything. Just the cost of gasoline has gone up considerably in the years since I started the column. But for the last eight years or so, I've been paid $100. Before that, it was less.
So how much money is the Arianna Huffington of Humboldt County going to save by firing me? Despite the rhetoric of "expanding" the "scope" of theatre coverage, the operative phrase in the arts editors email is "new voices in a collaborative rotation." I take "collaborative" to mean that the editor will be doing a lot more of the writing, though she may choose to call it editing.
The first non-Stage Matters column to appear (which in form was identical to Stage Matters) was written by someone I know of only as a North Coast actor. She may have some background in journalism I don't know about, and it's not necessary that she must in order to write reviews. But it makes a change, and it is much easier to get a non-journalist to write for cheap or for free. And that's without even considering the question of journalistic objectivity. Members of the acting community reviewing each other is a novel approach for a newspaper.
So in order not to pay me what often amounted to minimum wage at best, they are probably paying less. That, as they say, is the bottom line.
Now about that history. I was all for the Journal using another reviewer, specifically to review HSU productions. In fact, that was my understanding when I started. I was hired to write Stage Matters (a name I invented) the same week I was hired to write publicity for HSU stage productions (this is also a part time position, paid on an hourly basis). Both employers agreed to the same terms: I would not review HSU shows for the Journal, but the Journal would see to it that HSU shows were reviewed on the same basis as the shows of other North Coast theatres. I lived up to my part of the bargain. The Journal did not.
So when the idea of "expanding" coverage was first proposed to me, I was all for it if it meant that HSU shows would be reviewed. It happened only once in my nine years. Perhaps it will happen more often now. But I didn't really believe in an "expansion" then, or now. The Journal ignored theatre and Stage Matters specifically in its promotions, and lately has ignored local theatre openings on its calendar pages, which seldom happened when Bob Doran was arts editor.
Another element of my history pertains to my response to being told not to mention what I was being paid because a new writer would be paid less. As Managing Arts Editor for the Boston Phoenix and then as Editor of Washington Newsworks (a DC alternative weekly), I butted heads with the publishers on the matter of money for writers.
At the Phoenix, I noted the various "deals" that had been made with freelancers, some being paid less than others for comparable work. I made the payments more uniform by increasing the fees of those at the bottom.
When I became Editor of Newsworks (voted in by acclamation), the paper was in dire financial straits and wasn't paying writers at all. But the publisher's policy was not to tell writers this, just keep not paying them, and essentially lying to them when they made ever more frantic inquiries. Beginning my first day, I not only told prospective writers that we weren't paying, I called up writers who'd written for us before and told them. When we began paying writers again I made sure they actually got paid.
It's always astonished me that everybody else who works for periodicals--even "alternative" ones-- expects to get paid, as do those who supply the infrastructure, but it's scandalous when those who supply the most essential service--writing the words that are the paper's product--expect to be paid fairly.
So I don't go in for this sort of subterfuge. And when told to go ahead and talk to someone about reviewing for the Journal, but to withhold the information that they were going to be offered less, I decided not to talk to her about it at all. I wasn't going to solicit a contributor under that condition.
The other element of history is my background in journalism, in writing and in theatre. In response to the first negative review I wrote in the Journal, my qualifications for reviewing were questioned in a letter to the editor by someone who had been in the show.
I was able to respond that I had been a theatre practitioner (mostly in college and right after) and even recently a playwright, that I had written on theatre for three newspapers and several national magazines, and seen many plays "in at least 15 different cities and towns, from the back of New York restaurants to Broadway, and from the Guthrie in Minneapolis to summer barn theater in central Pennsylvania, and at the Changing Scene in Denver, which was down an alley past a dumpster and an old washing machine."
I had seen actors who later became movie stars, as well as Kevin Kline's Hamlet, Glenda Jackson's Lady Macbeth, and John Gielgud and Ralph Richardson in Pinter's No Man's Land. I'd interviewed Jason Robards, Joe Papp, Christopher Durang. I spent two weeks with playwrights, New York actors, directors, dramaturgs and critics at the O'Neill. I knew Frank Rich, former New York Times critic. I knew August Wilson. They knew me.
In writing Stage Matters, I had and used the resources of the Internet, the HSU library and my personal library of over 400 books on theatre (including plays) and my recordings of plays and interviews, as well as the scripts of plays they were doing that that local theatres kindly supplied me when I requested them.
I brought with me the experience and skills of a professional career that began in Boston, Washington and New York, and involved researching and writing a book that is still considered the classic on its subject, as well as many magazine stories for the New York Times Magazine, Smithsonian etc. etc., including periodicals in Europe, the Middle East and the Far East. I'd also published numerous features, reviews and essays in newspapers all over North America. That includes pieces in the San Francisco Chronicle, the New York Times and the Los Angeles Times, in the years I've resided here on the North Coast.
Maybe that isn't what's wanted now. But that background, plus an absurd dedication to the craft and art of writing, is what they got, for $100 a pop. And apparently what they decided they could no longer afford. Not even for another week.
One more thing. Part of my deal from the beginning was that the Journal was paying to publish my column in their print weekly and on their web page, but I reserved all other rights. These days the Journal, like many other publications, is demanding a much broader range of rights from freelance writers as well as employees. This may also have been a factor in my firing. All of this is speculation. But as we say in the newspaper game, informed speculation.
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Surprise!
I've been fired as Stage Matters columnist for the North Coast Journal. The Stage Matters column will be totally gone.
I received the news by email from arts editor Jennifer Fumiko Cahill. It reads in part: "Stage Matters has long been identified with your voice, and we have enjoyed and appreciated your contribution — your writing and viewpoint, as well as your reliability."
"The theater column is one of the sections of the Journal we are revamping by expanding its scope and introducing some new voices in a collaborative rotation. In order for those writers to develop and gain traction, the Journal will not be including your reviews in that rotation, and we are changing the name."
This evidently has been in the works for some time, but I'm guessing I got this Monday because something about it will appear in this week's Journal. But I'm not going to be scooped on this story! You read it here first.
After nine years, something like 225 columns for a total of 200,000 words or more, one might think I'd earned a more dignified exit in its pages. One apparently would be wrong.
I'll probably have more to say about this at some point. If so, I'm sure I'll say it here.
Update: Sure enough, the Journal this week has the first of the new "theater" columns, and my name has vanished from the Contributing Writers in the masthead. But nothing else. It's as if I never existed. It's--wait! I can see through my hand! My arm is disappearing! I'm---
I received the news by email from arts editor Jennifer Fumiko Cahill. It reads in part: "Stage Matters has long been identified with your voice, and we have enjoyed and appreciated your contribution — your writing and viewpoint, as well as your reliability."
"The theater column is one of the sections of the Journal we are revamping by expanding its scope and introducing some new voices in a collaborative rotation. In order for those writers to develop and gain traction, the Journal will not be including your reviews in that rotation, and we are changing the name."
This evidently has been in the works for some time, but I'm guessing I got this Monday because something about it will appear in this week's Journal. But I'm not going to be scooped on this story! You read it here first.
After nine years, something like 225 columns for a total of 200,000 words or more, one might think I'd earned a more dignified exit in its pages. One apparently would be wrong.
I'll probably have more to say about this at some point. If so, I'm sure I'll say it here.
Update: Sure enough, the Journal this week has the first of the new "theater" columns, and my name has vanished from the Contributing Writers in the masthead. But nothing else. It's as if I never existed. It's--wait! I can see through my hand! My arm is disappearing! I'm---
Friday, March 21, 2008
All's Not Well
Well, so far the Journal has not honored my request to take the offending sub-title off my column online, so I won't link to it from here. Besides, there were a few editorial changes I don't agree with, so since it's my blog, I can print what I want to--including the text as I wrote it. It includes observations I wrote more about here.
The Journal also did something else very odd--they advertised an email address for me that they created at the paper. They did so without asking me if I wanted such an address, nor did anyone tell me they were going to do it. Isn't that close to identity theft? They claim I'll get the mail directly through my current email address, but I don't see how. So I strongly urge you not to use it.
A couple of other preliminary comments. Though I refer to "parody" I wind up calling the treatment of the play a "travesty." These have pretty precise meanings, at least according to my prized reference, English Synonyms, Antonyms and Prepositions by James C. Fernald, which I believe is long out of print--I picked up my worn copy in a free pile at the recycling center. It's far more precise that the disappointing references online and even those I paid too much to buy.
Anyway, Fernald writes about both in the category of caricature ("a grotesque exaggeration of striking features or peculiarities, generally of a person.") I used "caricature" twice in the piece, as in caricature rather than character, though Fernald points out the word usually refers to a sketch or picture. In performance, the better word is burlesque: "treats any subject matter in an absurd or incongruous manner." But for us it also carries other connotations from American theatre and culture.
But within this category, parody and travesty describe different kinds of changes to something that already exists, like a play. "A parody changes the subject, but keeps the style; a travesty keeps the subject, but changes the style." So with that in mind...here's the review:
With great playwrights and great plays, comes great responsibility. “All’s Well That Ends Well” may not be Shakespeare’s greatest comedy, but it is at least as great as some of his plays that are performed more often. It’s full of ideas and ironies (which may well include the title.)
The story is rooted in ancient fable. Helena is the orphaned daughter of the deceased physician to the late Count of Rosillion in France. Helena was taken in by the Countess and lives alongside her son, Bertram. As the play begins Helena is helplessly in love with Bertram, and when he goes to the King’s court, she follows. She uses one of her father’s remedies to cure the King of an ailment. In gratitude, the King allows her to pick a husband from among his courtiers, and she chooses Bertram.
Bertram refuses to consummate the marriage and goes off to war (accompanied by Parolles, a scamp and center of subplots), telling Helena in a letter that he won’t be her husband until she takes the ring from his finger and has a child by him. While at war in Italy, Bertram arranges to bed a local woman but Helena substitutes herself for the assignation, and eventually fulfills Bertram’s conditions, so he accept her as his wife.
The current production at North Coast Rep is fluidly and energetically staged by director Cassandra Hesseltine, the scenic design by Daniel Nyiri is creative, and there are fine performances: for example, Gloria Montgomery as the Countess (though the character is meant to be older--George Bernard Shaw called this role Shakespeare’s most beautiful for an older woman), and Carrie Hudson as her clown. Lincoln Mitchell as the King had impressive moments. A.J. Stewart has the makings of an exciting Shakespearian actor, but the showy excesses that threatened his outstanding Iago in the recent Shake the Bard “Othello” pretty much swamped his portrayal of Parolles in this play on opening night. Others, like Kaitie Sutter as Helena, bravely soldier through.
But it’s difficult to really say much about the acting when there’s more caricature than characterization. That seems part of the director’s approach in setting this production in a contemporary trailer park. There’s no reason why great or even pretty good plays can’t be set in trailer parks. But the reasons this one doesn’t work are many, and they start becoming evident very quickly.
The first test for the audience is whether the world on stage makes sense. Here we’re presented with a trailer park where the manager is a King who for some reason has an army. Some of the residents apparently have servants. These and similar incongruities are a lot to swallow, or to understand in terms of the crucial relationships, which meanwhile go flying obscurely by.
In her program notes, the director writes that the play is about honor. This is a view shared with W.H. Auden, who explains in one of his famous lectures how the concept is worked out within the class and status system in the play. Class and power relationships are important in Shakespeare, and they are crucial in this play. But the popular notion of the trailer park is that it harbors one class. Maybe that’s the director’s joke, but instead of illuminating those relationships, this setting muddles them to the point of incoherence.
Instead of relationships we get interacting caricatures, especially of the central characters: a love-struck girl with a crush on a moronic jock. Those characters never seem more dimensional than that, and if you’re wondering how Shakespeare could hang an entire play on it: he didn’t. Theatregoers have argued over the enigma of Helena, and Bertram’s true nature, for centuries.
One sign of a badly imposed concept is how much it works against Shakespeare’s words rather than with them. At times in this production there are heroic attempts to use the language, but mostly it’s a losing fight. Soon the desperation to escape from the lines and the play within them leads to one cheap trick after another—from cell phone photography to simulated vomiting.
In our time, there’ve been sincere attempts to re-invigorate familiar Shakespeare plays by changing or mixing milieus and time periods. Some have succeeded, and the best have provided new insights and interpretations as well as being highly entertaining. Others have been honorable failures.
But relocating Shakespeare’s plays to ever more bizarre times and places has also become a virulent fad. In some hands, it expresses mostly the feverish need to reduce the plays to spectacle, more from a peevish impatience with their complexity than as an opportunity to explore their depths of emotion and meaning. Shakespeare has become an exploitable if resented brand name.
Giving the benefit of the doubt to this production—that it is a sincere effort—didn’t improve my experience of it. For me it was more travesty than problem comedy. Even as an interpretation, it seemed to me to reduce Shakespeare to a wordy sitcom: the worst of both worlds.
People go to Shakespeare productions for various reasons. Those who go for a cute concept, costumes and clowning may enjoy this one. Personally, if I’m going to sit still for several hours, trying to maintain my concentration on all those words, I want some illumination and emotion that comes from the playwright generally regarded as the greatest who ever lived. I’ve enjoyed Shakespeare parodies—I’ve written and been in a few—but parody is parody. The play is the play. If that’s what was presented at NCRT, I’m truly sorry, I didn’t see it.
The Journal also did something else very odd--they advertised an email address for me that they created at the paper. They did so without asking me if I wanted such an address, nor did anyone tell me they were going to do it. Isn't that close to identity theft? They claim I'll get the mail directly through my current email address, but I don't see how. So I strongly urge you not to use it.
A couple of other preliminary comments. Though I refer to "parody" I wind up calling the treatment of the play a "travesty." These have pretty precise meanings, at least according to my prized reference, English Synonyms, Antonyms and Prepositions by James C. Fernald, which I believe is long out of print--I picked up my worn copy in a free pile at the recycling center. It's far more precise that the disappointing references online and even those I paid too much to buy.
Anyway, Fernald writes about both in the category of caricature ("a grotesque exaggeration of striking features or peculiarities, generally of a person.") I used "caricature" twice in the piece, as in caricature rather than character, though Fernald points out the word usually refers to a sketch or picture. In performance, the better word is burlesque: "treats any subject matter in an absurd or incongruous manner." But for us it also carries other connotations from American theatre and culture.
But within this category, parody and travesty describe different kinds of changes to something that already exists, like a play. "A parody changes the subject, but keeps the style; a travesty keeps the subject, but changes the style." So with that in mind...here's the review:
With great playwrights and great plays, comes great responsibility. “All’s Well That Ends Well” may not be Shakespeare’s greatest comedy, but it is at least as great as some of his plays that are performed more often. It’s full of ideas and ironies (which may well include the title.)
The story is rooted in ancient fable. Helena is the orphaned daughter of the deceased physician to the late Count of Rosillion in France. Helena was taken in by the Countess and lives alongside her son, Bertram. As the play begins Helena is helplessly in love with Bertram, and when he goes to the King’s court, she follows. She uses one of her father’s remedies to cure the King of an ailment. In gratitude, the King allows her to pick a husband from among his courtiers, and she chooses Bertram.
Bertram refuses to consummate the marriage and goes off to war (accompanied by Parolles, a scamp and center of subplots), telling Helena in a letter that he won’t be her husband until she takes the ring from his finger and has a child by him. While at war in Italy, Bertram arranges to bed a local woman but Helena substitutes herself for the assignation, and eventually fulfills Bertram’s conditions, so he accept her as his wife.
The current production at North Coast Rep is fluidly and energetically staged by director Cassandra Hesseltine, the scenic design by Daniel Nyiri is creative, and there are fine performances: for example, Gloria Montgomery as the Countess (though the character is meant to be older--George Bernard Shaw called this role Shakespeare’s most beautiful for an older woman), and Carrie Hudson as her clown. Lincoln Mitchell as the King had impressive moments. A.J. Stewart has the makings of an exciting Shakespearian actor, but the showy excesses that threatened his outstanding Iago in the recent Shake the Bard “Othello” pretty much swamped his portrayal of Parolles in this play on opening night. Others, like Kaitie Sutter as Helena, bravely soldier through.
But it’s difficult to really say much about the acting when there’s more caricature than characterization. That seems part of the director’s approach in setting this production in a contemporary trailer park. There’s no reason why great or even pretty good plays can’t be set in trailer parks. But the reasons this one doesn’t work are many, and they start becoming evident very quickly.
The first test for the audience is whether the world on stage makes sense. Here we’re presented with a trailer park where the manager is a King who for some reason has an army. Some of the residents apparently have servants. These and similar incongruities are a lot to swallow, or to understand in terms of the crucial relationships, which meanwhile go flying obscurely by.
In her program notes, the director writes that the play is about honor. This is a view shared with W.H. Auden, who explains in one of his famous lectures how the concept is worked out within the class and status system in the play. Class and power relationships are important in Shakespeare, and they are crucial in this play. But the popular notion of the trailer park is that it harbors one class. Maybe that’s the director’s joke, but instead of illuminating those relationships, this setting muddles them to the point of incoherence.
Instead of relationships we get interacting caricatures, especially of the central characters: a love-struck girl with a crush on a moronic jock. Those characters never seem more dimensional than that, and if you’re wondering how Shakespeare could hang an entire play on it: he didn’t. Theatregoers have argued over the enigma of Helena, and Bertram’s true nature, for centuries.
One sign of a badly imposed concept is how much it works against Shakespeare’s words rather than with them. At times in this production there are heroic attempts to use the language, but mostly it’s a losing fight. Soon the desperation to escape from the lines and the play within them leads to one cheap trick after another—from cell phone photography to simulated vomiting.
In our time, there’ve been sincere attempts to re-invigorate familiar Shakespeare plays by changing or mixing milieus and time periods. Some have succeeded, and the best have provided new insights and interpretations as well as being highly entertaining. Others have been honorable failures.
But relocating Shakespeare’s plays to ever more bizarre times and places has also become a virulent fad. In some hands, it expresses mostly the feverish need to reduce the plays to spectacle, more from a peevish impatience with their complexity than as an opportunity to explore their depths of emotion and meaning. Shakespeare has become an exploitable if resented brand name.
Giving the benefit of the doubt to this production—that it is a sincere effort—didn’t improve my experience of it. For me it was more travesty than problem comedy. Even as an interpretation, it seemed to me to reduce Shakespeare to a wordy sitcom: the worst of both worlds.
People go to Shakespeare productions for various reasons. Those who go for a cute concept, costumes and clowning may enjoy this one. Personally, if I’m going to sit still for several hours, trying to maintain my concentration on all those words, I want some illumination and emotion that comes from the playwright generally regarded as the greatest who ever lived. I’ve enjoyed Shakespeare parodies—I’ve written and been in a few—but parody is parody. The play is the play. If that’s what was presented at NCRT, I’m truly sorry, I didn’t see it.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Letter to Readers
I thought my column in the NC Journal dated today (March 20) might provoke a letter to the editor, but I didn't think it would be from me.
Here's the letter I just emailed:
A subtitle to my Stage Matters column used the term "Trailer-trash." I did not write these words, and I find the term offensive. I never refer to any group of people as trash.
Readers of this site may remember an anecdote I quoted in December. Here it is again, with the operative words emphasized:
In the new issue of American Theatre, there's an interview with playwright Lucy Thurber, whose play, Scarcity, dealing with an American working class family, is printed in the issue. Thurber recalls a conversation with [playwright August] Wilson at the O'Neill summer playwrights conference. "I write about poor white trash," she told him. "Are you trash?" he asked her. "No," she said, "I'm just using it as a descriptive term to explain that part of the population." But Wilson said, "Again, I ask you, are you trash? Are the people that you grew up with trash? Are the people that you love trash?"
"That was a huge, emotional moment for me," Thurber said. "Where it cracked, this play was born. The language we use about ourselves is important. There is something about having the courage to talk with dignity and trust and faith about these parts of America that are us."
The column reviewed a production of All's Well That Ends Well that sets the play in a trailer park. I wrote that the setting didn't work, and I amplified some of the points in my post here yesterday.
I've asked that the subtitle be changed in the online version. If it is changed, I'll link to it from here. If not, I'll post the review later.
Here's the letter I just emailed:
A subtitle to my Stage Matters column used the term "Trailer-trash." I did not write these words, and I find the term offensive. I never refer to any group of people as trash.
Readers of this site may remember an anecdote I quoted in December. Here it is again, with the operative words emphasized:
In the new issue of American Theatre, there's an interview with playwright Lucy Thurber, whose play, Scarcity, dealing with an American working class family, is printed in the issue. Thurber recalls a conversation with [playwright August] Wilson at the O'Neill summer playwrights conference. "I write about poor white trash," she told him. "Are you trash?" he asked her. "No," she said, "I'm just using it as a descriptive term to explain that part of the population." But Wilson said, "Again, I ask you, are you trash? Are the people that you grew up with trash? Are the people that you love trash?"
"That was a huge, emotional moment for me," Thurber said. "Where it cracked, this play was born. The language we use about ourselves is important. There is something about having the courage to talk with dignity and trust and faith about these parts of America that are us."
The column reviewed a production of All's Well That Ends Well that sets the play in a trailer park. I wrote that the setting didn't work, and I amplified some of the points in my post here yesterday.
I've asked that the subtitle be changed in the online version. If it is changed, I'll link to it from here. If not, I'll post the review later.
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