Archives for February 17, 2012

If you’re going to be in or near Winter Park, Florida, on Sunday afternoon, I’ll be making a public appearance at Rollins College under the auspices of Winter Park’s Bach Festival.
Quoth the press release:

Join us for a lively discussion about the work and legacy of J.S. Bach with guest scholar Dr. Christoph Wolff, conductor Dr. John Sinclair, and Wall Street Journal arts writer Terry Teachout.

I’d say that’s straightforward enough!
For those not in the know, Dr. Wolff is one of the world’s great Bach scholars, Dr. Sinclair is the chairman of the music department at Rollins and the Bach Festival’s head honcho, and I’m…well, me. I’ll be moderating the chat, and I promise to keep things both lively and fully accessible to the interested layman.
The program starts at one p.m. in the Galloway Room of the Cornell Campus Center. Admission is free, but you have to reserve a seat in advance by calling 407-646-2182. You can also order a box lunch (I’m having one).
For more information, go here.

Today’s Wall Street Journal drama column is devoted in its entirety to a review of Signature Theatre’s off-Broadway revival of Blood Knot. Here’s an excerpt.
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Audiences in New York haven’t been able to see much of the work of Athol Fugard, South Africa’s greatest playwright, in recent years, but his stock is now taking a sharp leap upward. In addition to the Roundabout Theatre Company’s current Broadway revival of “The Road to Mecca,” Signature Theatre is mounting three Fugard productions this season, the first of which, “Blood Knot,” has been directed by the author himself. That alone is reason to go, since “Blood Knot,” the 1961 two-man play that introduced Mr. Fugard to the world’s stages, is a modern classic, a play that moves with stealthy sureness from a quiet, almost nonchalant start to an overwhelming conclusion. To see what Mr. Fugard has done with it would be a must even if his staging were less effective–and he has done exactly right by “Blood Knot.” If you don’t find this revival enthralling, you’re not thrillable.
Mr. Fugard’s two characters, Zach (Colman Domingo) and Morris (Scott Shepherd), live together in a pathetic-looking one-room shack built out of cardboard boxes and corrugated iron. Zach is dark-skinned, Morris light-skinned, and if you were to see them walking down the street, you’d never guess that they were related, much less that they are half-brothers. Cut off from the world by poverty, they spend their free time playing out child-like fantasies together. It is this penchant for fantasy that inspires Morris to find a female pen-pal for his illiterate brother, who longs in vain for a real live girl (Zach dictates his letters to Morris, who polishes up his grammar, then reads the replies to him). What starts out as a gentle working-class variation on “The Shop Around the Corner” then turns deadly serious when Ethel, Zach’s correspondent, suggests that they meet, enclosing a snapshot which reveals that she is white.
Mr. Fugard could have developed this promising scenario in any number of conventionally “effective” ways. Instead, taking Samuel Beckett’s “Waiting for Godot” as his point of departure, he has sketched the plight of his characters plight in a way that is partly comic and partly surreal….
The verdict of posterity has yet to be handed down on the rest of Mr. Fugard’s oeuvre, but judging by this revival, I’d say that “Blood Knot” will remain fresh for some time to come. The reason for its freshness is that Mr. Fugard, though he leaves you in no doubt of the play’s political implications, embeds them in poetic symbolism rather than stooping to the kind of explicit sermonizing that kills so many political plays stone dead.
Mr. Fugard has staged “Blood Knot” with a similarly light touch, emphasizing the play’s slapstick physicality and allowing its sweetness free rein. Messrs. Domingo and and Shepherd are no less alive to the comedy of “Blood Knot,” so much so that they reminded me at times of Laurel and Hardy….
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Read the whole thing here.

Today’s Wall Street Journal “Sightings” column is an annotated list of five rarely-seen plays deserving of revival. The plays are S.J. Perelman’s The Beauty Part, Enid Bagnold’s The Chalk Garden, Terence Rattigan’s French Without Tears, Thornton Wilder’s The Skin of Our Teeth, and Friedrich Dürrenmatt’s The Visit. Here’s an excerpt.
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What’s coming to Broadway this spring? Among other things, two familiar American plays that are widely regarded as modern classics are slated for high-profile revivals.
The first is “Death of a Salesman,” which was premiered on Broadway in 1949 and revived there in 1975, 1984 and 1999. In addition, it was filmed in 1951 and has been performed on TV four times.
The second is “A Streetcar Named Desire,” which was premiered in 1947 and revived in 1950, 1956, 1973 (twice), 1988, 1992 and 2005. In addition, it was filmed in 1951 and has been performed on TV twice.
Enough already!
Yes, I’ll give both shows a fair shake. That’s my job. But all things being equal, I’d rather review a show that hasn’t been so often that you can recite the lines along with the actors. In fact, what I’d really like is to review something that I’ve never seen–and even though I go to more than a hundred shows each year, there are any number of worthwhile plays, some of them important, that I have yet to see onstage.
If, like me, you’re more than ready to send Stanley Kowalski and Willy Loman on a nice long vacation, I invite you to consider this wish list of five rarely revived plays that I’ve never been lucky enough to see….
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Read the whole thing here.

“The higher processes are all processes of simplification. The novelist must learn to write, and then he must unlearn it; just as the modern painter learns to draw, and then learns when utterly to disregard his accomplishment, when to subordinate it to a higher and truer effect.”
Willa Cather, “The Novel Démeublé”