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TT: Course correction

January 16, 2009 by Terry Teachout

Eric Gibson, my editor at The Wall Street Journal, called at noon to ask whether I’d be willing to write a last-minute “Sightings” column about Andrew Wyeth for Saturday’s paper. I agreed, went to work, and sent in the new column five minutes ago. It will replace my originally scheduled column on Israel’s informal ban on public performances of the music of Richard Wagner, which will run on January 31, two weeks from tomorrow.
As usual, pick up a copy of Saturday’s paper to see what I have to say.
UPDATE: Here’s an excerpt:

At a time when the vast majority of serious American art critics believed abstraction to be the One Best Way to paint, it was hugely irksome that America’s most successful painter should have been firmly committed not just to representation, but to near-photographic realism. Why did the benighted masses insist on preferring “Christina’s World” to the drips and spatters of Jackson Pollock? The answer was self-evident, at least to the art-world commentariat: Most people are stupid.
Today we live under the aspect of postmodernism, which holds all styles of art to be equal. Pollock’s once-shocking innovations have long since become the stuff wallpaper designs are made of. Does this mean that Andrew Wyeth’s conservative realism is now destined to become posthumously cool, the art-world equivalent of lounge music? Or is there something about his work that will forever fail to pass critical muster?
I don’t claim to be an infallible prophet of cultural fashion, but I suspect that once the shouting dies down, Wyeth’s oeuvre will undergo at least a partial revaluation, and that it will center on his watercolors….

Read the whole thing here.

TT: Andrew Wyeth, R.I.P.

January 16, 2009 by Terry Teachout

AndrewWyethsunday.gifI said my piece about America’s most popular painter three years ago:

Wyeth is an odd case, a self-evidently gifted artist whom few art critics take seriously save as a technician. I am, for the most part, one of their skeptical number, though I do like his splendidly accomplished drybrush watercolors, a few of which are to be found in this crowded (in all senses) retrospective. I don’t care at all for the large-scale paintings, which have always struck me as essentially false, all but quivering with an embarrassed romanticism poorly concealed beneath a cloak of pretended austerity. It’s the paintings that most people love, though, and I wish I could agree with them…

The obituarists will now grapple with Wyeth, and I don’t envy them the task. My guess is that most of what gets written about him in the hours and days to come will have more to do with his reputation than his work. I do hope, though, that someone has the wit to ask Paul Johnson to write a tribute. In Art: A New History Johnson called Wyeth “the only narrative artist of genius during the second half of the twentieth century.” I don’t agree, but I’d very much like to hear on this occasion from someone who is prepared to cut against the critical grain–and who is more interested in Wyeth’s art than his life.

TT: Five sisters

January 16, 2009 by Terry Teachout

The spirit of Anton Chekhov is omnipresent throughout today’s Wall Street Journal drama column, in which I review the Florida Repertory Theatre’s production of Brian Friel’s Dancing at Lughnasa, a play deeply influenced by the Russian master, and the Bridge Project’s inaugural staging of Tom Stoppard’s new English-language version of The Cherry Orchard. Here’s an excerpt.

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Brian Friel, the greatest playwright of our time, is an Irishman whose works have the fingerprints of a Russian all over them. Anton Chekhov, Mr. Friel’s master, wrote plays in which plot takes a back seat to atmosphere and Russia itself is always the star of the show. As Mr. Friel has pointed out, Chekhov’s flesh-and-blood characters “behave as if their old certainties were as sustaining as ever–even though they know in their hearts that their society is in meltdown and the future has neither a welcome nor even an accommodation for them. Maybe a bit like people of my own generation in Ireland today.”

Might it be this transnational spirit that also makes Mr. Friel’s plays so accessible to American audiences and actors? Whatever the reason, the Florida Repertory Theatre, a company that could scarcely be further removed from Ballybeg, the imaginary Irish village where most of Mr. Friel’s plays are set, is putting on a production of “Dancing at Lughnasa” so sympathetic and comprehending that you can all but smell the peat burning in the onstage stove.

057p2_lg.jpgA cross between “Three Sisters” and “The Glass Menagerie,” “Dancing at Lughnasa” is a semi-autobiographical memory play whose narrator (Chris Clavelli) tells what happened to his family during two summer days in 1936. Young Michael lives in a cottage with Chris (Rachel Burttram), his unmarried mother, and her four sisters, all of whom are barely making ends meet. The longings and frustrations of the Mundy sisters have grown too great to bear, and what was once a close-knit family is now–like Europe itself–on the verge of disintegration. The genius of “Dancing at Lughnasa” is that Mr. Friel has portrayed this sunset hour with the lightest of comic touches, letting the audience laugh as the black shadows that surround the Mundys grow imperceptibly longer.

Much of the quiet beauty of this production arises from the fact that it is performed by what amounts to a near-permanent ensemble of Florida-based actors. They fit together like an oft-assembled jigsaw puzzle…

Tom Stoppard, the second-greatest playwright of our time, is not at all like Chekhov but loves his plays and–even more to the point–has a consuming interest in Russian history. This doubtless explains why his new English-language version of “The Cherry Orchard” is a structurally faithful but verbally free adaptation in which Mr. Stoppard has turned Chekhov’s best-loved play into a pendant to “The Coast of Utopia,” his own trilogy of plays about the 19th-century writers who laid the groundwork for the Russian Revolution. Mr. Stoppard has discreetly sharpened the politics of “The Cherry Orchard,” making it less a lyrical meditation on unfulfilled lives and more a tough-minded portrait of Russia’s upper middle class on the eve of the arrival of modernity.

Mr. Stoppard’s “Cherry Orchard” is the inaugural offering of the Bridge Project, in which London’s Old Vic and New York’s BAM Harvey Theater are jointly producing a pair of classic plays (the other one, “The Winter’s Tale,” opens in February) directed by Sam Mendes and performed by a mixed cast of British and American actors that includes such familiar faces as Simon Russell Beale, Sinéad Cusack, Richard Easton and Ethan Hawke. Not surprisingly, the director of “American Beauty” and “Revolutionary Road” has taken the political ball and run with it in this staging, whose second half is full of expressionistic gestures that are all too clearly meant to let us know that revolution is just around the corner. The first half, on the other hand, is wholly faithful to the complex spirit of Chekhov–I can’t recall another production of “The Cherry Orchard” in which comedy and elegy were so well balanced…

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Read the whole thing here.

TT: Almanac

January 16, 2009 by Terry Teachout

“For me, it is as though at every moment the actual world had completely lost its actuality. As though there was nothing there; as though there were no foundations for anything or as though it escaped us. Only one thing, however, is vividly present: the constant tearing of the veil of appearances; the constant destruction of everything in construction. Nothing holds together, everything falls apart.”
Eugène Ionesco, Notes and Counter-Notes

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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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My latest book is Duke: A Life of Duke Ellington, published in 2013 by Gotham Books in the U.S. and the Robson Press in England and now available in paperback. I have also written biographies of Louis Armstrong, George Balanchine, and H.L. Mencken, as well as a volume of my collected essays called A … [Read More...]

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