I have four stories about it, and it depends on which you like the best. One is a taxicab accident; another is that I slipped and fell on a broken bottle; then there is a jealous woman; and last is Old Heidelberg, where they used to stand toe to toe with a saber in each hand, and slash away. The first man to step back lost the contest, no matter how many times he'd sliced the other. Take your pick.None of Ellington's friends and colleagues was in doubt about which one to pick. In Irving Mills's words, "Women was one of the highlights in his life. He had to have women....He always had a woman, always kept a woman here, kept a woman there, always had somebody." Most men who treat women that way are destined to suffer at their hands sooner or later, if not necessarily in so sensational a fashion as Ellington, whose wife attacked him with a razor when she found out that he was sleeping with another woman.
Who was she? All signs point to Fredi Washington. The costar of Black and Tan had launched her theatrical career in 1922 as a dancer in the chorus of the original production of Eubie Blake's Shuffle Along. Sonny Greer later described her as "the most beautiful woman" he had ever seen. "She had gorgeous skin, perfect features, green eyes, and a great figure. When she smiled, that was it!" Washington was light enough to pass for white but adamantly refused to do so, a decision that made it impossible for her to establish herself in Hollywood, though she appeared with Paul Robeson in Dudley Murphy's 1933 film of Eugene O'Neill's The Emperor Jones (for which her skin was darkened with makeup) and starred in Imitation of Life, a 1934 tearjerker in which she played, with mortifying predictability, a light-skinned black who passed for white.
Ellington never spoke on the record about their romantic involvement, but Washington later admitted to the film historian Donald Bogle that she and Ellington had been lovers: "I just had to accept that he wasn't going to marry me. But I wasn't going to be his mistress." Their relationship was widely known at the time in the entertainment world, enough so that Mercer Ellington could write in his 1979 memoir of "a torrid love affair Pop had with a very talented and beautiful woman, an actress. I think this was a genuine romance, that there was love on both sides, and that it amounted to one of the most serious relationships of his life."
Edna, Ellington's wife, was no more forthcoming than Duke, saying only that she was "hurt, bad hurt when the breakup came" and referring to the affair in an interview published in Ebony in 1959 with an obliqueness worthy of her wayward husband: "Ellington thought I should have been more understanding of him....Any young girl who plans to marry a man in public life--a man who belongs to the public--should try to understand as much about the demands of show business first and not be like I was." In point of fact, though, her lack of "understanding" extended to slashing her husband's face. That she did so is certain, but nothing else is definitely known about the assault. "Something happened between [Ellington] and his wife and he's been terrible with women ever since," Lawrence Brown said. "I mean, like he's always trying to make somebody's wife, because somebody made his wife and they got in such a fight, that slash he has on the side of his face, she cut him while he was sleeping, with a razor."
Brown was a presumptively biased witness, since he later married Fredi, becoming one of a number of Ellington sidemen (five, Mercer claimed) who took up with their boss's ex-girlfriends at one time or another. But Barney Bigard also testified that the Ellingtons were mutually unfaithful, describing Edna's boyfriend as "quite a figure in the music world." Regarding the act itself, an unnamed "close friend" of Ellington told a biographer that Edna had vowed to "spoil those pretty looks" before cutting him, a secondhand account that is obviously unverifiable but nonetheless sounds believable....]]>
If seeing a ballet can change your life, then The Four Temperaments changed mine. In the fall of 1987 I saw a PBS documentary about Balanchine that contained excerpts from several of his ballets, including a lengthy sequence from "Melancholic," the second section of The Four Temperaments. I was so fascinated by it--as I had already been fascinated by what Arlene Croce wrote about Balanchine in her New Yorker dance reviews--that I resolved to see for myself what his works looked like in the theater.
What followed was an instantaneous conversion: I bought a cheap seat for a New York City Ballet performance a few weeks later, and before the year was out, I was hanging out with dance critics and writing about dance for the late, lamented New Dance Review. Who would have thought that seventeen years later, I would write a Balanchine biography? Life is full of unimaginable surprises.
New York City Ballet taped a performance of The Four Temperaments for PBS in 1977, and it has since been released on home video. But Smalltown, U.S.A., was far beyond the reach of public television in 1977, and so I had to wait another decade before discovering Balanchine. I sometimes wonder what my life would have been like had I seen The Four Ts on TV when I was eleven years old.
Mr. B, as his dancers called him, has been on my mind ever since I reviewed Richard Nelson's Nikolai and the Others, in which Michael Cerveris, one of my favorite actors, plays the choreographer. I had various problems with the script, but none with Cerveris, and watching him on stage filled me with an overwhelming desire to see Balanchine's choreography in the theater again.
Mrs. T, sad to say, has seen next to no Balanchine--we met after my duties as a drama critic made it difficult for me to attend dance performances--and so I checked the NYCB calendar and saw that the company will be dancing three of the best ones, Concerto Barocco, Stravinsky Violin Concerto, and Stars and Stripes on June 9. We'll be there.
Would that The Four Ts were on the bill, but this program will do quite nicely, especially since Barocco was the first dance that I saw on that fateful night in 1987 when I made Mr. B's acquaintance. It'll be nice to see it again, and nicer still to introduce it to Mrs. T. All pleasures are better when they're shared.
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Choreography by Balanchine, Part One, originally telecast on PBS in 1977. The works performed are Tzigane, an excerpt from Divertimento No. 15, and The Four Temperaments:
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Why has "Coriolanus" never been popular? It's only been mounted once on Broadway--in 1938. The last time that I reviewed a production in this space was eight years ago. Yet connoisseurs need no reminding of the immense stature of Shakespeare's most explicitly political play. T.S. Eliot ranked "Coriolanus" above "Hamlet," calling it "Shakespeare's most assured artistic success." A man I know who used to work for one of America's best-known politicians claims that it's one of only two pieces of literary art that tells the whole truth about politics (the other, he says, is "All the King's Men"). And if you should be lucky enough to see Shakespeare Theatre Company's new production, directed by David Muse and featuring a towering performance by Patrick Page, you'll come away wondering why it doesn't get done regularly by every drama company in America....
Mr. Muse has opted for a modified modern-dress staging ("suits and swords," in his neat phrase) that eschews cheap political point-making. He's gunning for bigger game. He understands that "Coriolanus" is not about any particular politician, or any particular war: Its real subject is pride. Is there room in a democracy for an aristocrat like Coriolanus who refuses to play the popularity game? Or is it his duty to don the hypocrite's mask in order to serve the greater good? Shakespeare leaves it to us to decide, and so does Mr. Muse.
All of which brings us to Mr. Page, who is known on Broadway as a specialist in villainy. In recent seasons he's done the dirty in "Cyrano de Bergerac," "A Man for All Seasons" and "Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark," in which he played, of all things, the Green Goblin. But he's no second banana: Mr. Page is one of this country's leading classical actors, and in "Coriolanus" he shows you everything he's got, starting with a resplendent bass voice so well placed that he can fill the theater with a whisper, then make your seat shake. He is, in the very best sense of the word, an old-fashioned actor who has no fear of the grand gesture....
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No matter how many books you've seen through the press, you always feel a surge of excitement when you get your first look at a set of your own page proofs. (I actually got weak in the knees when I opened the envelope.) Until that moment, you don't know what the text of your book will look like to the people who read it. Then, in an instant, it becomes real--and fresh.
In my case, I spent so much time painstakingly editing and polishing the manuscript of Duke that it eventually went dead on me: I could still follow the text sentence by sentence, but I lost my ability to hear how it sounded. Now that the book is finally set in type, it's come back to life again.
I stayed up late last night reading the page proofs of Duke, and I liked what I read. Needless to say, it helped that they look so good--Elke Sigal's typographical design is flat-out gorgeous, and I'm no less happy with the illustrations--but I'll admit to being equally pleased with the text, at least for now.
To be sure, I doubt that Ellington himself would have cared for the book. He was far too secretive to appreciate a biography that told the truth about his complicated life. As I wrote in the prologue to Duke: