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TT: Words to the wise

September 15, 2008 by Terry Teachout

20080630_170831_1_story.jpg• In case you missed my previous posting on the subject, the Hudson Valley Shakespeare Festival‘s production of Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night will be telecast on WNET this Thursday at nine p.m. It will be preceded by Shakespeare on the Hudson, a backstage documentary on the making of Twelfth Night, which airs at eight.
I raved about this production when I reviewed it in The Wall Street Journal earlier this year, and I’m delighted that it’s going to be seen on TV–though grieviously disappointed that it will only be seen in the New York area. My advice to those who live elsewhere: complain to PBS!
For more information, go here.
Both shows will also be telecast by WLIW on September 26 starting at nine p.m.
NW418.01Stump.jpg• An exhibition of woodcuts by Neil Welliver, a representational artist who, like Fairfield Porter, was deeply influenced by abstract expressionism, has just opened at the Alexandre Gallery, where it will be on view through September 27. Welliver, who died three years ago, was one of America’s great printmakers, and his woodcuts (one of which I own) were among his very best work.
For more information about the show, go here. To see a selection of Welliver’s prints, go here.
morandi_big.jpg• The Metropolitan Museum’s eagerly awaited Giorgio Morandi retrospective opens tomorrow and will be on view through December 24. I hope I don’t need to tell you how important this show is, but if so, here’s what the Met has to say about it:

This is a comprehensive survey–the first in this country–of the career of Giorgio Morandi, one of the greatest 20th-century masters of still-life and landscape painting in the tradition of Chardin and Cézanne. The exhibition presents approximately 110 paintings, watercolors, drawings, and etchings from his early “metaphysical” works to his late evanescent still lifes, culled mainly from Italian collections, including those formed with Morandi’s help by his friends and by renowned scholars of his art.

For more information, go here.
In addition to the Met’s exhibition, two New York galleries are putting on Morandi shows of their own. Lucas Schoormans Gallery, to whose 2004 Morandi exhibition I gave an ecstatic review in the Washington Post, is putting on a new show of paintings and works on paper that opened last week. And Pace Master Prints’ “The Etchings of Giorgio Morandi,” which consists of twenty-five works, opens on Thursday.
For more information, go here and here. Both shows are up through October 18.

TT: Almanac

September 15, 2008 by Terry Teachout

“Excess on occasion is exhilarating. It prevents moderation from acquiring the deadening effect of habit.”
W. Somerset Maugham, The Summing Up

MAKE ROOM FOR SURPRISE

September 14, 2008 by Terry Teachout

“The much-derided but nonetheless hugely influential historical narrative that the Museum of Modern Art has been promulgating ever since its opening in 1929 is full of holes–and if you peer carefully through them, you’ll see some of the best art of the 20th century, even though it’s nowhere to be found on MoMA’s bright white walls. Consider the case of Richard Diebenkorn…”

CAAF: I don’t know anyone who doesn’t feel socked in the stomach today

September 14, 2008 by cfrye

I haven’t allowed myself to read David Foster Wallace’s work for the past few years. He’s one of the writers I love best, but I found that whenever I read him, I inevitably started to ape his voice in my own writing, and if you’ve ever written in that style (intentionally or unintentionally) or read a story or essay by someone in the grip of his or her own DFW enthrallment, you know how impossible it is to do what he does as well as he does it, how in lesser hands those crazy sentences — stilted, stacked, lurching and clanking along on their ugly-beautiful legs before suddenly lapsing forward in some improbable, graceful glissade — become just messy, neurotic, overly footnoted whorls. Because the classic DFW sentence, tic-ish as it may be, is when broken down a wonder of precision: The object (person, thing) is observed fully, describing exactingly. The $10 vocabulary words are slotted into place not to be grandiose but because that word is the precise word, the only word, to describe that particular object or action.
The news of Wallace’s death is heartbreaking, and the circumstances make one grieve for him and his family and friends. When speaking about books, I was trained to stick close to the text, to revere it and leave the poor writer alone. And yet with DFW I can’t. I hold him in such great affection (who, among his fans, doesn’t?) — and I feel … well, a terrible sense of loss and sorrow tonight. I have looked to him for so long (forgive the homeliness here but I’ve thought of him more than once as like a favorite quarterback: someone who you look to to see how the game is going), I always thought I’d know him some day, or if I didn’t, that I would at the very least get to see him grow old.
In formulating my sense of DFW character over the years, I’ve enjoyed picking out what points in it seemed the most Midwestern. In interviews and the “The Charlie Rose” appearances, it amused me to see deep Midwestern-ness – e.g., the earnestness, the homely collegial good manners, the clear desire to keep things on an even social footing (rather than to shock and awe), the occasional terrible haircut — commingled with such great genius. And yet these same Midwestern qualities also seemed part and parcel of the writing, manifesting there not as quaintness or some godawful aw-shucksiness, but in a palpable belief in the reader and the reader’s ability to keep up, to get it — that is, to place the reader on an equal footing with himself. Read him and he never panders, he never condescends (even if he does show off). To write and experiment so boldly, to choose to bring home the whole pig whenever you go to market and invite the reader to the table with you as an equal, is to show the greatest respect and generosity. Bless him for that, and bless him as he moves on ahead.

TT: Into the woods (again)

September 12, 2008 by Terry Teachout

I review two shows in this week’s Wall Street Journal drama column, one in Connecticut and one in New York: Hartford Stage’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream and the York Theatre Company’s off-Broadway revival of Enter Laughing: The Musical. Both are excellent. Here’s an excerpt.
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598930_height370_width560.jpegIf it’s summer, somebody’s doing “A Midsummer Night’s Dream.” I’ve seen two very different productions in the past two weeks, and I’d hate to have to choose between them. Fortunately, art isn’t sports, so I’m not required to pick a winner. Suffice it to say that Connecticut’s Hartford Stage, like Wisconsin’s American Players Theatre before it, has done exceptionally well by Shakespeare’s best-loved comedy.
Lisa Peterson, a well-established director whose work is new to me, has put a winningly new spin on the timeless tale of two troubled young couples who wander into an enchanted wood, run into a gaggle of mischief-making fairies and emerge unscathed and happy. In Ms. Peterson’s modern-dress version, the mere mortals reside in the never-never land of ’50s family sitcoms, while Fairyland is a cross between “Peter Pan” and “Lord of the Flies,” a land of raucous, grubby-faced children who speak and sing in unison and tumble about the stage with unholy glee.
Sometimes a set makes a show, and Rachel Hauck, who designed the Pissarro-influenced production of “The Winter’s Tale” that I saw and loved at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival two seasons ago, has outdone herself this time around. Her décor is simple–a forest, a small platform, a window that seems to float in mid-air and a trapdoor that is put to ingenious use–but magical….
Remember Carl Reiner? You do if you owned a TV back in the days when he was a regular and welcome presence on “Your Show of Shows” and “The Dick Van Dyke Show.” Now Mr. Reiner is an elder statesman of comedy, and the York Theatre Company, which usually specializes in small-scale Off-Broadway mountings of new musicals, has revived “Enter Laughing,” the 1976 musical version of his semi-autobiographical 1958 novel about David Kolowitz (Josh Grisetti), a geeky, star-struck kid from the Bronx who longs to become an actor. It’s a charmer, cleverly staged and choreographed by Stuart Ross (“Forever Plaid”) and acted by the best cast in town….
Mr. Ross’ cast includes such familiar faces as Jill Eikenberry and Michael Tucker, formerly of “L.A. Law,” and George S. Irving, the oldest of old pros, who made his Broadway debut in the original cast of “Oklahoma!” and appeared 33 years later in the original cast of “So Long, 174th Street,” as “Enter Laughing: The Musical” was originally known. Then as now, Mr. Irving plays Harrison Marlowe, a plummy-voiced, deeply fraudulent director who casts David in his new show, and every word that comes out of his mouth is a joy to hear.
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Read the whole thing here.

TT: Make room for surprise

September 12, 2008 by Terry Teachout

240px-Richard_Diebenkorn%27s_painting_%27Ocean_Park_No._67%27.jpgThe most important American art exhibition of the 2008-09 season, Richard Diebenkorn: The Ocean Park Series, 1967 to 1985, goes up on October 11 at the Orange County Museum of Art in Newport Beach, California. Not New York, not Philadelphia, not Chicago, not even San Francisco. What gives here? The answer, as those who esteem Diebenkorn know all too well, is that his greatness has yet to be fully acknowledged by large tracts of the American art establishment. Why? Because he doesn’t fit into the Cézanne-Picasso-Pollock narrative that many critics and curators use to “explain” the history of twentieth-century art. He switched from abstraction to figurative painting when the New York School was at the peak of its popularity, then switched back just as abstract expressionism was giving way to Pop Art. As if all that weren’t bad enough, he had the poor taste to live in…California. How déclassé is that?
In this week’s “Sightings” column, which appears in tomorrow’s Wall Street Journal, I use the Orange County retrospective as an occasion to discuss the insidious effect of historical narratives on the immediate experience of art. Too many people believe what they read instead of seeing what they see, and Diebenkorn is one of many artists whose reputation has suffered as a result. If you want to know why that happens, pick up a copy of Saturday’s Journal and read what I have to say.
UPDATE: Read the whole thing here.
Alas, I made a not-so-little mistake in this week’s column: Orange County’s Diebenkorn show goes up next October 11, not this October 11. Sorry about that. Plan ahead!

TT: Moving on

September 12, 2008 by Terry Teachout

topics_gioia_190.jpgDana Gioia is announcing today that in January he will be leaving the National Endowment for the Arts, which he has chaired for the past six years. “Six years is a long time in a job,” he told the Washington Post. “I have done most of the things I set out to do. I really want to go back to writing. I haven’t had time for my own writing. I write all the time for the NEA, official writing. Since I have become chairman, I have not published a poem.”


As readers of this blog know, President Bush nominated me to sit on the National Council on the Arts, and the Senate confirmed me unanimously to a six-year term in 2004. It was, of course, Dana’s idea that I should serve on the NCA–we are old friends–and I accepted unhesitatingly, albeit a little nervously. Since then, though, I’ve seen from the inside how the NEA operates, and I’ve been very impressed. As for Dana, I recently told a colleague of mine that I thought he might well be remembered as the Bush administration’s single most effective appointee. The Post says that he is “credited with helping revitalize” the NEA. That’s putting it mildly.


Be that as it may, it also happens that Dana is a marvelous poet, and it strikes me that the world is more in need of poets than administrators. To be sure, one of his most beautiful poems, “Words,” questions the importance of poetry itself:


The world does not need words. It articulates itself

in sunlight, leaves, and shadows. The stones on the path

are no less real for lying uncatalogued and uncounted.

The fluent leaves speak only the dialect of pure being.

The kiss is still fully itself though no words were spoken.


True enough–but a man who can write like that ought not to spend too long in the stony wilderness of bureaucratic endeavor, no matter how worthy the cause may be. So hit the road, Dana, and don’t forget to bring your pad and pencil! You have work to do.


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The Post story announcing Dana’s departure is here.

TT: Almanac

September 12, 2008 by Terry Teachout

“Comedy is tragedy that happens to other people.”
Angela Carter, Wise Children

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This is a blog about the arts in New York City and the rest of America, written by Terry Teachout. Terry is a critic, biographer, playwright, director, librettist, recovering musician, and inveterate blogger. In addition to theater, he writes here and elsewhere about all of the other arts--books, … [Read More...]

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Billy and Me, my second play, received its world premiere on December 8, 2017, at Palm Beach Dramaworks in West Palm Beach, Fla. Satchmo at the Waldorf, my first play, closed off Broadway at the Westside Theatre on June 29, 2014, after 18 previews and 136 performances. That production was directed … [Read More...]

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