Chicago International Puppet Festival and Instituto Cervantes Present Silencio Blanco’s PESCADOR Review – Fishing Can Be Tedious
Chicago International Puppet Theater Festival and Chicago Shakespeare Theater present L’APRES-MIDI D’UN FOEHN VERSION 1 – Review – Ephemerality Denied
Chicago International Puppet Theater Festival 2019: Plexus Polaire presents Chambre Noire
Chicago International Puppet Theater Festival 2019: The Pigeoning
Chicago International Puppet Theater Festival 2019: Shank's Mare
UNCHARTED WATERS: ROMANCE, ADVENTURE, AND ADVOCACY by Mary McKSchmidt Review – Finding New Passion in Retirement
Frank Lloyd Wright Trust Presents Architect Mark Sexton, ARCHITECT/ARTIST CREATIVE COLLABORATIONS Report – From Artist to Architect to Public Delight
Auditorium Theatre Hosts THE LEGEND OF ZYGIMANTAS AUGUSTAS AND BARBORA RADVILAITE Review- Stunning Tribute to Lithuanian Culture
Searching for Figurative Realism amid the Abstract and Absurd
Deborah, 2018 by Aleah Chapin
BEFORE WE DIED by Joan Schweigardt Book Review – Turn-of-the-Twentieth Century History Lesson in Novel Form
City Lit Theater Presents ARMS AND THE MAN Review- Shaw’s LOL Satire of the Folly of War
Bob Fosse's "Sweet Charity" Rocks in Lincolnshire
"Fight No More: Stories" by Lydia Millet (W.W. Norton & Company, 2019)
Not a short story lover. But there are some that tell a longer story episodically. Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout is like this. The chapters stand alone.
I dove into Fight No More with the advice from a reviewer that this book of short stories (finalist for the Pulitzer Prize) was episodes in a longer story. It was, sort of. The writing is excellent. I could see the characters and their situations. But they did not engage me. All the stories are dark, and all the characters have pain and suffering in their past lives: The Holocaust, familial rape, drugs/alcohol, internet porn. Naturally this leads to pain and suffering in their present lives, though you do hope that Lexie and Jem escape. Not likely.
If you like the short story genre, this book will be a good read. For me, it was a good bedtime read because most stories are short. Plots are not “resolved”, but neither is life. These are well made YouTube videos: on and off. Millet is a prolific writer and I’ll try one of her novels for comparison.
“Reconstruction: A Concise History” by Allen C. Guelzo (Oxford University Press, 2018)
“The twelve years that are the conventional designation of the Reconstruction period, from 1865 to 1877, teem with associations and developments that seem regrettable, if not simply baleful.”
Massive tomes have been written about the history of the Reconstruction. Guelzo pockets it into 130 pages, if you choose to ignore the supplements. It’s a wonder that the U.S. survived as a nation. Guelzo’s narrative is concise, but not snappy—it’s a bit of a tough read because so much is crammed onto every page.
The best predictor of the future is the past. So, we read history, understanding it is one person’s interpretation of the past. So much of what we see today flows from those 12 years of chaos. Andrew Johnson, Lincoln’s Vice President proved to be the antithesis of Lincoln. He was a Southerner from Tennessee. His direct actions overrode Congress’s attempts to set up an orderly transition from war to productive peace. Instead, former Confederate officers stepped into positions of power and eventually drove out the “Carpetbaggers” from the North. Johnson was impeached in March 1877, but the measure did not pass. In November, Ulysses S. Grant was elected, a flawed man with no political experience.
The Supreme Court took advantage of weak executive and legislative leadership, carving new powers for itself. They became the arbiter of efforts to bring North and South together, more often driving them further apart. In 1883, the overturned Sumner’s Civil Rights Bill, a deed not rectified until Lyndon Johnson’s presidency.
Though southern blacks were almost immediately elected to new legislative bodies in the South, they proved unable to formulate and negotiate favorable legislation. They were too poorly educated and underfunded. No charismatic leader arose from among them who could have led a more effective effort. Slavery proved no training ground for politics.
Guelzo, in the end, endorsed the theory that the U.S. would have fared much better if the rebellious states had been held and managed by the victorious North until arrangements were made for the integration of the former slaves and the infrastructure rebuilt. Instead, we proved true to our American need to “get it done” and left the South in shambles for both freed people and whites.
I was enlightened by Reconstruction. It deserves a second read, but not for a while…
WOMEN: PORTRAITS 1960 – 2000 BY SUSAN WOOD (Pointed Leaf Press, 2018) Book Review
"Transit" by Rachel Cusk (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2016)
How do you categorize a novel in which the protagonist mostly listens and observes the actions of others, not judgmentally, almost like a psychiatrist who has no control except her ability to stay or leave?
Transit episodically tells the tales of people who surround Faye, the protagonist, a writer. The book opens with a spam email from an astrologer informing her that an important transit of the planets will save her from the feeling insignificant.
"What the planets offer, she said, is nothing less than the chance to regain faith in the grandeur of the human: how much more dignity and honour, how much kindness and responsibility and respect, would we bring to our dealings with one another if we believed that each and every one of us had a cosmic importance?"
Faye purchases the chart, then proceeds to act insignificantly throughout the book. Her encounters with her realtor, who helps her purchase a flat in London, her remodeler, her abusive neighbors below, her former lover, her fellow writers, her children, her cousin—all of whom seem to have some cosmic importance, reveal Faye’s Zelig-like ability to avoid confrontation, much less make an impression. Her role is to allow them to reveal their stories, one chapter apiece.
Transit is short and crisply written. I enjoyed it and recommend it.
"Haunt", Poems by Ryan Meyer, Amazon 2018
Teraphilia means love of a monster. Ryan Meyer likely enjoys this condition and writes poems to the monster under his bed that he wished would come out and play. In Dear Demon, he concludes,
“Crawl out from under my bedframe
Whenever you feel safe enough.
There’s no need to feel afraid:
I won’t bite.”
And in The Boogeyman Lives, Meyer tears down our image of this ogre and ends with,
“Most of all, he isn’t human, he isn’t
A metaphor for your Earthly fears.
He is much, much more than that.
He does in fact wait for you,
Underneath your bed.”
Embracing the macabre, Ryan makes every poem a slice of the dark side, the unknown and unknowable, leaving us closer to the subject but still in the dark. Because this is where the fun is for those who enjoy the unearthly. The poems, written in free verse, lend themselves to reading aloud, some even conjure up a group around a campfire, anticipating a good scare.
Meyer’s descriptions conjured memories for me. The Gusts of a Tempest brought back the pond on the farm.
“This silence grew louder during
Our pause, settling around us like silt
At the bottom of a pond…”
Anyone who ever walked in pond muck never forgets--and to compare silence to the silken terror that envelopes your feet and legs gives it such strength. In He Looked Like Me, we “shrug off anxieties...like a rain poncho”. In Sour, a woman “lets her inhibitions slide down the surface of the bar”. The poems are full of graphic word-images.
I am not a poet, nor a student of poetry, so cannot critique the literary qualities of Haunt. But I am a reader and enjoyed most every poem, thinking of where they could live again as a Halloween greeting card, or paired with an illustration or as the inspiration for a film. Some of the poems will haunt me.
"Jesus Christ Superstar" by Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice produced by The Lyric Opera Chicago
The Lyric seats 3,563. Fortunately, our seats were closer than those at the Paramount in Aurora. I’d never seen Superstar. It was interesting to see so many attendees my age who were there for love and nostalgia, and the young and very young who were there because this musical is timeless. No need to cover the book. We know the story. The telling was mesmerizing.
There is no dialogue, only song and orchestration. The cast was “beige”, a few white, and the rest black and tan. Likely, this is authentic for the eastern Mediterranean setting. Costumes, except for Herod, were “beige”, most looked like old workout clothes. The set worked wonderfully for the all sorts of scenes: crowd, groups and solos. The ramp coming from stage rear at an angle was used for entrances (King Herod with gold cape 50 feet long) and exits, and as a dining table for the last supper sequence. The tableau was an homage to da Vinci’s The Last Supper.
The music combines rock and roll with jazz, funk, and lyrical ballads ("I Don’t Know How to Love Him"). As usual, every performer and every instrument was miked, which gave a sameness to the sound. The lyrics are difficult enough to understand because they are sung quickly. And, when there was a crescendo of voices and orchestra, the person running the sound board did nothing to modulate the mikes – deafening. I would have benefited from reading the libretto prior to the performance. But it did not dawn on me that understanding would be so difficult.
Overall, I enjoyed the performance. Now, I’ve seen every Andrew Lloyd Webber musical. Wasn’t on my bucket list, but great fun.