Snapshot: Nureyev and Fonteyn on The Hollywood Palace

TV CAMERADame Margot Fonteyn and Rudolph Nureyev dance the “Black Swan” pas de deux from Swan Lake, choreographed by Marius Petipa and set to the music of Tchaikovsky. This performance, introduced by Fred Astaire, was originally telecast on The Hollywood Palace on October 2, 1965:

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Almanac: Robert Penn Warren on euphemisms

INK BOTTLE“I don’t care much about pretty words any more. You live with words a long time. Then all at once you are old, and there are the things and the words don’t matter any more.”

Robert Penn Warren, All the King’s Men

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Homes away from home

flw-bioTwenty years ago Our Girl in Chicago took me on a tour of Frank Lloyd Wright’s self-designed home in Oak Park, Illinois. It was the beginning of what was soon to become a full-blown obsession. Since then I’ve toured fourteen of the thirty-seven Wright houses that are currently open to the public, spent the night in six of them (two more than once), and viewed the exteriors of dozens of other Wright-designed buildings of various kinds.

That’s why I brought along my copy of William Allin Storrer’s The Architecture of Frank Lloyd Wright: A Complete Catalogue when I went to Wisconsin last week. It contains, among other things, the street address of every Wright building in the world, and since I was flying into Milwaukee in the morning and driving from there to Spring Green, Wright’s home, I knew I’d have plenty of time to look at some houses along the way.

NEXT DOOR TO BOGK HOUSEMilwaukee contains five buildings designed by Wright, most of them private residences. More often than not, his houses were commissioned by people who had a fair amount of money to spend, meaning that they were either built on large sites that are still surrounded by trees or in upscale neighborhoods that have stayed that way. The Bogk House, a two-story masonry residence built in 1916, is one of the latter, and it makes an impression that will be familiar to anyone who goes out of his way to look at Wright houses. It’s an unostentatious building that fits perfectly onto its small lot and is surrounded by far more imposing homes, but no sooner do you catch sight of the Bogk House than they all seem to disappear from view.

RICHARDS BLOCKSome of Wright’s older houses, however, are located in areas that have changed greatly since they were built. Such is the case with the two small Wright houses and four duplexes that share a single block in Milwaukee’s Burnham Park, which is on the other side of town from the Bogk House, not far from the airport. Built between 1915 and 1916, they were known as American System-Built Homes and were specifically designed to be affordable by working-class people. This was a goal in which Wright devoutly believed, though his painstaking methods made it impossible for him to turn his idealistic notion into a large-scale reality. (Joseph Eichler came a lot closer, but he was no more capable than Wright of overcoming the entrenched resistance of the homebuying public to midcentury modernism.)

A century later, Burnham Park is still a working-class neighborhood, but one that has long since fallen victim to urban decay. Most of the signs on the storefront businesses in the vicinity of West Burnham Street are in Spanish, and none of them suggests the immediate presence of any noticeable amount of wealth.

RICHARDS FROM SIDEThe most striking of the Burnham Park residences, known to scholars and specialists as the Arthur L. Richards Small House, is an 800-square-foot bungalow that has been meticulously restored by architectural conservationists. The exterior is in pristine condition and the landscaping is immaculate. To stand in front of this exquisitely designed house and look across the street is to feel as though you’ve somehow found your way to the borderline separating two worlds that have nothing whatsoever in common. It’s a piercingly sad sensation, a feeling that the universe is out of joint.

From Milwaukee I drove past Madison, stopping off to look at one of my half-dozen favorite Wright dwellings, the two-story Walter Rudin House. Built in 1959 for a pair of mathematicians, it’s one of eleven prefab houses that Wright designed in the Fifties for Marshall Erdman, a builder who shared his dream of bringing modern architecture to the masses. It didn’t work—the houses ended up being too expensive for their intended buyers—but the Rudin House got built, and is gorgeous to behold.

RUDIN HOUSEThe house sits in a heavily wooded lot on a block full of ranch houses of similar vintage, all of them carefully kept and several of which were visibly influenced by Wright’s ideas about what he called “the small house problem.” Yet it, too, stands out from its surroundings, though not in high relief. The surrounding trees make the Rudin House somewhat hard to see from the street, and also give the present occupants (one of whom was home when I stopped by) a bit of much-needed privacy from pests like me.

I pulled into Spring Green that night, and spent the next three days seeing shows at American Players Theatre. Midway through my stay, I received an unexpected invitation from Minerva Montooth, one of the permanent residents of Taliesin, Wright’s estate, to spend Sunday night in the guest bedroom of the main house. It seems she’d read “Spending the Night With Frank Lloyd Wright,” a piece I wrote for The Wall Street Journal in 2005, and thought that I might possibly appreciate the opportunity to stay at Taliesin. Needless to say, she was right.

LIVING ROOMI’ll be writing about my visit in the Journal next month, so I don’t want to say much about it now. Instead I’ll quote from what I wrote ten years ago:

To turn the key of a Wright house is to step into a parallel universe. The huge windows, the open, uncluttered floor plans, the straightforward use of such simple materials as wood, brick, concrete and rough-textured masonry: All create the illusion of a vast interior space in close harmony with its natural surroundings. Instead of walls, subtly varied ceiling heights denote the different living areas surrounding the massive fireplace that is the linchpin of every Wright house….

All this is true of Taliesin as well. But there’s one big difference: you are at all times aware that Wright himself lived in the house, and designed it to suit his own needs and preferences. Wherever your eye falls, you see his stamp and feel his presence. It isn’t an uncomfortable presence—he’s more like a friendly ghost—but it’s definitely there.

11717302_10153536357812193_3294336669293395676_oNow I’m back on the East Coast again, sitting in the living room of the century-old farmhouse apartment in rural Connecticut that I share with Mrs. T. It’s a pleasant space, one in which we’re more than content to live, but today I feel, as I always do after visiting a Frank Lloyd Wright house, that there isn’t much I wouldn’t give to spend the rest of my days in a building like the Rudin House. While I’m not one of those fanatics who has no interest in any other style, I’ve come to feel over the years that Wright’s approach to domestic architecture is completely in tune with my own sense of how to live.

In 2005 I quoted a remark that Wright made about the Bernard Schwartz House, the first of his homes in which I spent the night. He called it “a house designed for utility and fecund living….in which there is no predominating feature, but in which the entire is so coordinated as to achieve a thing of beauty.” I rather think I could put up with a leaky roof in return for such beauty.

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From Bridge Over Troubled Water, released in 1970 Simon & Garfunkel perform “So Long, Frank Lloyd Wright,” written by Simon:

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Lookback: Our Girl in Chicago on learning poems by heart

LOOKBACKFrom 2004:

To memorize something effectively, you have to expend some interpretive effort on it, and with this effort you wind up in something like a conversation with the text. Grasping at least the literal meaning–not necessarily as easy as you might think, I’ve learned in my teaching–is the most efficient way of mastering a poem, so you can’t help but learn something more than just the words in the process. And the richer the text, the more there is to absorb. It’s sad that such a truly mind-expanding practice has been saddled with a reputation as just the opposite….

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Almanac: Robert Penn Warren on growing older

INK BOTTLE“I saw the little creases in the flesh of her neck, just the tiniest little creases, the little mark left day after day by that absolutely ininitesimal gossamer cord of thuggee which time throws around the prettiest neck every day to garrote it. The cord is so gossamer that it breaks every day, but the marks get there finally, and finally one day the gossamer cord doesn’t break and is enough. I looked at the marks when Anne lifted her chin, and realized that I had never noticed them before and would always notice them again.”

Robert Penn Warren, All the King’s Men

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Just because: two members of the Original Dixieland Jazz Band appear on I’ve Got a Secret in 1960

TV CAMERAEddie Edwards and Tony Sbarbaro, the original trombonist and drummer of the Original Dixieland Jazz Band, appear as guests on an episode of I’ve Got a Secret originally telecast on CBS on November 9, 1960. Their “secret” was that they had made the first jazz record in 1917. (Sbarbaro subsequently changed his last name to “Spargo.”) After stumping the panel, they play “Original Dixieland One-Step” with Phil Napoleon, Tony Parenti, and J. Russel Robinson, all of whom worked with the band at various times. The host is Garry Moore and the panelists are Bill Cullen, Henry Morgan, Bess Myerson, and Betsy Palmer:

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Almanac: Jim Aubrey on how to dump an unwanted girlfriend

INK BOTTLE“Always do it in the daytime, because at night your heart takes over. Take her to lunch, to a very chic place like Le Pavillon or The Colony, where she will see famous people and where it is against all the rules to cry or scream or throw crockery. Buy her a big drink, and then tell her that the train has reached Chicago and you’re getting off at Chicago and you’re getting off at Chicago. Tell her you’re not the marrying kind, but she deserves a home and kids and candlelight. Tell her she’s the most wonderful woman you’ve ever known. Then buy her a great lunch, and let her absorb the news as she eats. Afterward, you can walk out into the sunshine a free man. It never fails.”

James T. Aubrey (quoted in Richard Oulahan and William Lambert, “The Tyrant’s Fall That Rocked the TV World,” Life, Sept. 10, 1965)

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Let them see you sweat

In today’s Wall Street Journal drama column I report on American Players Theatre’s revival of A Streetcar Named Desire and the Hudson Valley Shakespeare Festival production of The Winter’s Tale. Here’s an excerpt.

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Outdoor theater is one of the joys of summer in America—when the weather cooperates. When it doesn’t, the results can be hell. I just saw an outdoor production of Tennessee Williams’ “A Streetcar Named Desire” that took place in 90-degree heat and 90% humidity in American Players Theatre’s open-air hilltop amphitheater, where air conditioning is, at best, a state of mind. The circumstances put me in mind of the best-remembered punch line from Neil Simon’s “Biloxi Blues”: “Man, it’s hot. It’s like Africa hot. Tarzan couldn’t take this kind of hot.”

558825cd335b4.imageOn the other hand, “Streetcar” is set in New Orleans in early May, a season whose vicious weather is epitomized in the grumbling of Stanley Kowalski, the unwitting villain of the piece, who can’t understand why his sister-in-law Blanche insists on spending so much time in the bathroom: “Temperature 100 on the nose, and she soaks herself in a hot tub.” It is, in fact, the quintessential hot-weather play, a steamy tale of subtropical passion gone wrong, and William Brown’s stark, deliberately unpoetic revival makes the most of Wisconsin’s sometimes brutal midsummer climate….

It is a truth universally acknowledged by actors that good casting is two-thirds of good directing. If so, then Mr. Brown, whose recent Chicagoland staging of John Patrick Shanley’s “Doubt” already ranks as a highlight of the season, deserves all the credit in the world for casting Tracy Michelle Arnold, an actor of colossal force and incisiveness, as Blanche. Too often Blanche is played as a fluttery lost soul, when in fact she’s a strong, unabashedly sexual woman whose only “sin” is the bone-bred prudery that prevents her from coming to terms with the tug of her sexual urges. Ms. Arnold and Mr. Brown are clearly on the same page here…

11667489_10153106946228893_6080208298093203823_nDavis McCallum, the new artistic director of the Hudson Valley Shakespeare Festival, has made his company debut with a production of “The Winter’s Tale” that labors under the disadvantage of playing in repertory with Eric Tucker’s outrageously innovative five-actor version of “A Midsummer Night’s Dream.” So let me say right up front that Mr. McCallum, whose off-Broadway directorial work has left no doubt of his exceptional talent, needn’t worry about playing second fiddle to anybody. His “Winter’s Tale” is a festive, fanciful garden-party romp that makes creative use of the full depth of the huge lawn of the Boscobel House and Gardens, on which the company pitches the jumbo tent under which it performs each summer….

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To read my review of A Streetcar Named Desire, go here.

To read my review of The Winter’s Tale, go here.

William Brown talks about his APT production of A Streetcar Named Desire:

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Replay: Frank Sinatra sings “Witchcraft”

TV CAMERAFrank Sinatra sings “Witchcraft,” written by Cy Coleman and Carolyn Leigh, on The Frank Sinatra Show, originally telecast on February 7, 1958. The arrangement is by Nelson Riddle:

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