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BETRAYAL by Harold Pinter

By Joe Cillo

BETRAYAL

Reviewed by Jeffrey R Smith of the San Francisco Bay Area Theatre Critics Circle

Harold Pinter’s BETRAYAL is presently being performed by the Off Broadway West Theatre Company.

At the onset, this complex play appears to be aiming at a precise definition of a seemingly simple word like betrayal; in the end it seems to have diffused the word into a vaporous hollow abstraction.

Jerry betrays his best friend and publishing associate, Robert, by snaking Robert’s wife Emma.

For five years Jerry and Emma conduct assignations in a cozy love flat not far from where they work … imagine eating a late afternoon lunch, with wine, perhaps a little dessert and then going home to their respective families … duplicitous almost to the point of schizoid.

When Robert married Emma, Jerry served as his best man.

Not long after the bouquet had withered and the garter had faded on the rear view mirror, Jerry ambushes Emma in her upstairs bathroom; he professes his adoration and adulterous love for her and plants the first kiss and the first brick in the road to infidelity.

After the affair begins to feel like a second year Birkenstock, the publishing business calls Jerry to New York leaving Emma alone with Robert.

In Jerry’s absence, Emma compromises her romantic integrity and makes love with her own husband; naturally she finds herself pregnant and has to explain to her returning Lothario that it’s okay; she was essentially faithful to him, after all, it was her own husband.

As C.S. Lewis once said, “Once you let go of reality, the possibilities are endless.”

Once the subterfuges, circumlocutions and prevarications get started, the three vertices of the love triangle are no longer communicating, they are collaborating on a script.

Jerry, as played to the Klieg lintels by Brian O’Connor, is an absolute rascal, a regular Paolo Malatesta; seducing with literary pretentions and pulp fiction in hand; you wouldn’t trust Jerry at a petting zoo let alone with your wife; what was Robert thinking?

Emma is an enigma: an attractive woman with options whose healthy sense of entitlement assures her that good wine, good food and frequent trips to Italy are just not sufficient.

Director Richard Harder perhaps does his best work with Emma, who is finely played by Sylvia Kratins.

Kratins’ Emma never sits still; her restless spirit keeps her head on a swivel, her eyes spinning like a rotifer and limbs in constant motion trying to get comfortable in the here in now while her mind is occupied elsewhere; is she Lady Macbeth or Madame Bovary?

Lighting is another creative strength of the show; low intensity illumination provides the audience with a keyhole feel: an intimate sense that we are eavesdropping on conversations; much in vogue these days given the liberties the NSA has taking with our liberties.

Keith Burkland as Robert is the axel about which the play revolves on.

Burkland’s Robert is opaque: a mystery shrouded in a reservation.

Is Robert mistakenly trusting Jerry and Emma or is he disinterested to the extent that he is willing to time share little Miss Francesca di Rimini?

Burkland is both an artist and a craftsman; polishing and burnishing his character until you can almost feel the tweed; acting is not what he does, it is who he is.

BETRAYAL is the best of Pinter and Richard Harder elevates it a step higher.

If you enjoy intimate theater where acting is an art, you don’t want to miss BETRAYAL at the Phoenix at Mason and Geary.

Call 1-800-838-3006 or www.offbroadwaywest.org.

Why Hunger fundraising party at Hanna Winery

By Guest Review
JUNE 28,  20l3
I traveled up to the lovely, but very warm Hanna Winery for the Why Hunger fundraising party, with my publicist, Joe, and his companion, Mary.    Hanna winery founded in l985 is located in southern end of the Alexander Valley in Healdsburg, CA.   We braved the Friday night commute traffic, which was difficult, and finally reached this lovely winery on a hillside, after a pleasant 2 hr. drive, mostly on the backroads of the valley.  We actually past a street sign on those backroads, that said, “no where road.”
The staff was very welcoming to us, upon our arrival,  and everyone started the evening in the air-conditioned tasting room, enjoying white and red wines.   I went up to one gentleman, asked how far he came to be here tonight, he said, “New Jersey.”   His name is Oliver Lake, and he had flew in to SFO this morning, for a gig in Healdsburg Center for the Arts the following night.   Oliver, plays the sax., and told me his first name stands for peace.   Oliver also told me he lives in a small town in New Jersey, the same town where that small cafe is, the one that “The Soprano’s had there last meal on the acclaimed H.B.O. TV show.
I met  the very tall Jan Chapin in the tasting room, wearing a striking dark green dress.  Jan and her trio were that night’s entertainment.  Jan is daughter of the late, great, Harry Chapin, who’s hit songs included, “Cats in the Cradle”, and “Taxi.”   Harry died in l981, in a car accident.    Jan chairs the board of directors of WhyHunger, her dad was deeply committed to fight world hunger.
We sat outside under a beautiful giant oak tree, which shaded us from the 95 degree heat, and enjoyed a lovely buffet dinner, tasty, mouth watering pizza, salad, desserts, and as much wine as we wanted.   We enjoyed talking to a nice couple from Mill Valley, they said the drive took them 3 hrs.
All in all, it was a wonderful evening, and I got to catch up on news with Mary and Joe, and hear more about they 7 week recent trip to England, and France.   One place they went to, I actually have seen, StoneHendge.  Joe, told me it was very cold there when they visited this great landmark, not far from the Winchester Cathedral.

Solo Gershwin show at Berkeley Rep thrills crowd

By Woody Weingarten

 

Hershey Felder portrays the legendary composer in “George Gershwin Alone” at Berkeley Rep. Photo: Mark Garvin.

Hershey Felder may be channeling George Gershwin.

If that’s not what’s going on, he must at least be sensing the composer’s fascinating rhythms through the fingertips of both hands.

He also has a nuanced, carefully researched understanding of Gershwin’s colorful, truncated life.

The charismatic performer exhibits all that as he plays the musical genius’ melodies on a concert grand Steinway, and dramatizes tidbits of his bio, in a solo 90-minute Berkeley Rep show titled “George Gershwin Alone.”

The work is an outgrowth of five years of study (interviewing family members and biographers, perusing correspondence and checking out original manuscripts, listening to old audio recordings).

Felder’s been touring the show across the globe for 13 years (including a Broadway stint).

But he jokes that what came before this run was merely preliminary — practice sessions for his East Bay appearance.

He also claims he’s tired.

So many performances (3,000 and counting), yet to me he’s as fresh as if this were his world premiere.

My wife, a highly talented jazz pianist and “spoke-alist” who’s performed in countless senior venues in Marin, San Francisco, Sonoma and the East Bay, labels him a virtuoso.

I’m biased, of course, but, considering her skill level, I find the pronouncement high praise indeed.

Not to mention astute — and accurate.

She particularly lauds his flying fingers and classical flourishes, and calls him “a confident pianist, confident vocalist, confident raconteur.”

I’ll add “confident humorist.”

The show’s prime conceit of having Felder inhabit Gershwin’s persona works divinely, thank you, except for the moments he’s depicting the composer’s death at age 38 from an undiagnosed brain tumor. They’re awkward.

Thankfully, Felder doesn’t end the show that way.

He plays “Rhapsody in Blue” at length instead, then involves the audience in a boisterous, half-hour sing-along “encore” (which includes an “It Ain’t Necessarily So” call-and-response and an uproarious, unfamiliar novelty tune penned with Irving Berlin).

The bulk of the show, naturally, focuses on standards — in addition to excerpts from “Porgy and Bess,” “An American in Paris” and Gershwin’s concerto: “S’Wonderful,” “Embraceable You,” “Our Love Is Here to Stay,” “The Man I Love,” “I Got Rhythm” and “They Can’t Take That Away from Me.”

But the character study also pinpoints the composer’s flaring insecurity when berated by movie mogul Samuel Goldwyn for not writing tunes simple enough to whistle — a la Irving Berlin.

And his anger after being targeted by auto tycoon Henry Ford’s anti-Semitic rants.

Although Gershwin’s legend has outlasted such commentaries (probably because he wrote more than 1,000 tunes), his fame, according to some other critics, was mainly due to Ira’s lyrics — or stemmed from the luck of having superstar Al Jolson sing his first hit, “Swanee.”

This tour de force starts with poignant chord-less notes from “Porgy,” the composer’s jazz opera about poor Southern blacks that initially flopped and caused the affluent son of immigrants to lose his shirt.

And it glimpses a childhood in which Gershwin wandered “the streets of lower Manhattan with my hoodlum friends.”

Felder also touches on the composer’s tenure as a rehearsal pianist with the “Ziegfeld Follies” (“they used to call us piano pimps”), and he deftly performs duets with antique recordings of Gershwin and Jolson.

His anecdotes, for the most part, are extremely amusing.

Such as his recounting Gershwin’s father (a cutter of shoes) mistakenly believing “Fascinating Rhythm” to be “Fashion on the River.”

Felder, who created his own book for this show, is abetted by the smooth direction of Joel Zwick, who’d spearheaded the comedy film “My Big Fat Greek Wedding,”

Scenic designer Yael Pardess also helps via a lean set that features blown-up covers of sheet music, a plush curtain implying wealth, and two chairs that enable Felder to get closer to the audience at either end of the stage.

He’s aided, too, by projections that capture images of George’s lyricist brother, Ira, and best friend/lover, Kay Swift.

The night I saw the show, the Berkeley crowd was more gray-haired, wrinkled and frail than the usual Rep audience.

Many, like a blissed-out woman across the aisle from me, were so familiar with the material they quietly sang or hummed along with Felder throughout.

Audience reaction to Felder approaches ecstasy.

I understand.

Because he’s that good.

“George Gershwin Alone” plays at Berkeley Rep’s 400-seat Thrust Stage, 2025 Addison St., Berkeley, through July 7. Night performances, 8 p.m. Tuesdays through Saturdays, 7 p.m. Wednesdays and Sundays. Matinees, 2 p.m. Saturdays and Sundays. Tickets: $14.50 to $77, subject to change, (510) 647-2949 or www.berkeleyrep.org.

Two local women who resisted the Nazis can’t forget

By Woody Weingarten

Some things we should never forget.

Like, the Holocaust wasn’t limited to Jews. And, Jews did fight baWe certainly must remember the six million dead. But the Nazis also killed millions of non-Jews — Soviet prisoners of war, Polish citizens, Gypsies, the disabled, political and religious dissenters, gays.

Decades ago, my first day at the Jewish Bulletin of Northern California, a man who’d survived Auschwitz-Birkenau and four other World War II camps pleaded, “No matter what else you do, don’t let anyone forget the Holocaust.”

Sonia and Paul Orbuch. Photo: Woody Weingarten

I never forgot him, or the slogan “Never forget!” — the rallying cry for Jews the world over.

But it was a while before I’d encounter anyone who’d joined the resistance.

They, too, bear scars — physical, emotional.

A month ago I met octogenarian Sonia Orbuch. She fought Nazis as a teen, part of a partisan unit whose mission was resistance and sabotage, including the mining of train tracks.

Mostly she was an impromptu field nurse, helping doctors amputate limbs, treating the wounded with skimpy supplies and blood-soaked bandages — and cradling the dying.

The Corte Madera resident can’t forget the nightmare, or a brutal winter hiding in a Ukrainian forest.

She lived fearfully “all the time” then, and knows she’ll never forgive. “Even when it’s a happy moment or a holiday, I cannot smile, cannot laugh,” she told me. “The pain is tremendous.”

In a book aimed at teenagers, Sonia said, “Every day my heart aches for the loss of my mother and two brothers, dozens of other relatives, and nearly all of my childhood friends.”

But she also knows it’s crucial to dispel the myth that Jews didn’t resist the Nazis.

Her son, Paul, a San Anselmo resident, actualized his legacy by co-founding the Jewish Partisan Educational Foundation, www.jewishpartisans.org. It, he noted, is “seeking 100,000 teachers, Jewish and non-Jewish” to inspire new generations by showing “the history and life lessons of the Jewish partisans.”

What’s it like being a survivor’s child?

“I always go back to what Sonia’s said, ‘You have to stand up early against tyranny, oppression, discrimination, anti-Semitism, whenever and wherever it occurs, and you have to teach the kids.’”

Yet even as his messages spread hope, others dispense hatred: The Associated Press reported a 30 percent worldwide surge in anti-Semitic violence and vandalism last year, economic nosedives again making Jews scapegoats.

Paul once told a Marin Jewish Community Center audience about hearing Sonia’s friends reminisce “about the war, their losses and their survival experiences. They did so with tears and sometimes with humor. And almost always there was anger and the refrain…of ‘never again.’”

His daughter, Eva, who lives in San Jose, subsequently recalled that she’d told her bat mitzvah tutor she “understood what my grandmother had gone through. My tutor challenged me…and I came to realize…I may never be able to truly understand or feel what my family and millions of others endured. I will only be able to ask questions and grapple with my past.”

Another resister, Paula Ross, lived in Fairfax since 1990 but just moved to the Veterans Home of Yountville.

Paula Ross outside Whistlestop in San Rafael. Photo: Yvonne Roberts.

The Vienna-born 92-year-old can’t forget either — how she fought with the resistance to retaliate: “They killed my uncles, aunts, cousins and friends.”

She still doesn’t “like to talk about it, because it was very traumatic,” but, despite misgivings, she returned to Austria two years ago “and taught teenagers about the Holocaust, telling them exactly what the Nazis did.”

Morgan Blum, a Tiburon native, is director of education for the Holocaust Center, part of Jewish Family and Children’s Services in San Francisco. She says a survivor once was defined as someone who’d been in a death camp but now signifies “anyone who was targeted for death and survived.”

That means they “may have been in an extermination camp, may have been a hidden child, may have been a Partisan, may have fled in 1936.”

Morgan recently gathered “600 students and teachers from 101 private, public and parochial schools to participate in our annual Day of Learning. About 95 percent were not Jewish. Over 70 percent had never heard a survivor before, but meeting one, they could make a connection.”

One attendee, after hearing about Rwandan, Cambodian, Bosnian, Darfur genocides, vowed “to prevent this from happening again, to not be a bystander.”

Another told Morgan it’s critical “to carry on this story because the next generation won’t be able to hear from a living survivor.”

Yes!

While “Waiting for Godot” at Marin Theatre Company

By Flora Lynn Isaacson

Mark Anderson Phillips (Estragon), James Carpenter (Pozzo) and Mark Bedard (Vladimir) in Waiting for Godot.

Samuel Beckett’s French title, En Attendant Godot, sums up the essence of his 1953 play Waiting for Godot as it is really about what happens while two tramps wait.  Beckett’s masterpiece is directed by MTC’s Artistic Director, Jasson Minadakis.  Beckett calls his play “a tragi-comedy” in two acts.

The plot of Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot is simple to relate. Two tramps Estragon, (Mark Anderson Phillips) and Vladimir (Mark Bedard) are waiting by the side of the road for the arrival of Godot.  They quarrel, make up, contemplate suicide, try to sleep, eat a carrot and gnaw on some chicken bones.  Later, two other characters appear, a master, Pozzo (James Carpenter) and his slave, Lucky (Ben Johnson).  They pause for a while to converse with Vladimir and Estragon.  Lucky entertains them by dancing.  After Pozzo and Lucky leave, a young boy (Lucas Meyers) arrives to say that Godot will  not come today but he will come tomorrow.  However, Godot does not come and the two tramps resume their vigil by the tree, which between the 1st and 2nd act has spring some leaves.

Beckett’s two tramps are costumed by Maggi Whitaker in tight black suits, bowler hats and tight shoes which are reminiscent of Chaplin, Buster Keaton and Laurel and Hardy.  The minimalist set by Liliana Duque Pineiro consists of a plain black background with only a bare branched tree, a rock and occasionally a moon.

Minadakis’ superb direction shows us that life is worth living when you are with someone.  His Vladimir and Estragon are tied together because they need each other. They complement one another.  Vladimir never sits down while Estragon is constantly sitting.

Minadakis has assembled a talented cast—Oregon Shakespeare Festival Company Member is Vladimir.  Mark Anderson Phillips, previously in MTC’s Tiny Alice, is Estragon.  Both actors play off each other very well.  A standout performance is given by well-known Bay Area actor James Carpenter as Pozzo.  Former Ringling Brothers and Cirque du Soleil clown, Ben Johnson makes the most of his role as Pozzo’s servant Lucky.  His long speech is strongly reminiscent of James Joyce.

Beckett’s play is universal because it pictures the journey all of us take in our daily lives.  Habit is very important as it is the pattern of our daily lives.  We are all waiting for something to make our lives better.  The act of waiting is never over and it mysteriously starts up again each day.

Waiting for Godot runs at Marin Theatre Company January 24-February 17, 2013.  Performances are held Tuesday, Thursday-Saturday at 8 p.m.; Wednesday at 7:30 p.m. and Sunday at 7 p.m. Matinees are held each Sunday at 2 p.m. and a Saturday matinee, Feb. 11 at 2 p.m. and Thursday, February 7 at 1 p.m.  All performances are held at 397 Miller Avenue, Mill Valley. For tickets, call the box office, 415-388-5208 or go to www.marintheatre.org.

Coming up next at MTC will be the Bay Area Premiere of The Whipping Man by Matthew Lopez and directed by Jasson Minadakis, March 28-April 21, 2013.

“Labayen Dance/SF 18th Year: A jewel in the Bay Area dance scene”

By Guest Review

“Labayen Dance/SF 18th Year: A jewel in the Bay Area dance scene”


By Dr. Jacoby Racher, Ph.D

Labayen Dance/SF celebrated the company’s 18th anniversary at Dance Mission Theater March-15-17 with a plethora of different styles of dance from ballet to aerials to contemporary to dance theatre. Five young choreographers with the potential of greatness as Labayen mentors and guides them through the intimate art of choreography. Master Labayen’s is like aged wine compared with homemade beer the others presented. Choreographer Labayen’s work has layers of story lines while others have visual dancing.

Victor Talledos’ inebriated Desde lo mas Profundo del Corazon hasta el Limite de la Razon  from the moment it began told me a story and it was a rich well thought out emotional tangle! From the moment Ms. Leda Pennell was onstage I knew her entire story – she danced it out with such powerful music –  how incredible that piece affected me and Mr. Talledos  reminds me a great deal of a young Enrico Labayen!

Mr. Talledos as a dancer  is immense on stage – the other dancers need to consider themselves very greatly to have him as a fellow dancers as he is so generous giving them spotlight and I can see why as jealousy must exist when anyone sees what this man is capable of!  Amazing performer!  But you can see from him he is also amazingly generous man. His work is not fully aged as the Enrico!  Labayen’s work seems to have all the seeds and edges completed whereas you can see Labayen’s influence in his work as one notices that Talledos admires Labayen so greatly…but what a complex man he is and glad I only know of him peripherally on stage and the theater.

Viktor Kabanaiev Broken Strings danced fluently and beautifully by Hannah Hapin and the dynamic Eric De Bono, reminded me of the smelting process where they melt iron as it felt like a volcanic, strong, explosions

Laura Bernasconi’s Nourishment was like a mystery box as when a side opened to reveal the details it led to another mystery.  Ismael Acosta and the modern day Shiva of dance, Laura Bernasconi both incredible performers of course.

Malu Rivera-Peoples Organic performed to perfection by her young but serious Westlake School of Performing Arts Modern Dance Company. The choreography was true to form…sculptural groupings, generous unison work and the dramatic intensity was organic, dynamic movements grew out like grapevines from seed to blossoming.  The lighting for this work was so effectively as one struggles to see how an organism grows, underground, in the dark but seen and the breathtaking ending has Kira Fargas-Mabaquiao suspended to eternity in her last developee’ ala second. Tangerine Dream I knew the music added to the pace – Fabulous and I want more!! May I have more please?

Desolation – the dancers were great and the story Victor Talledos telling style was thrown off by the music – better music perhaps?  The choreography was great and was danced impeccably by the porcelain beauty of Ana Robles and her chivalrous partner Ismael Acosta.

French choreographer/dancer Sandrine Cassini’s Treize was clever in it’s choreographic inversion. Chopin’s Prelude #13 romantic music opened the duet between Cassini and Talledos responded with such intimacy and then radically changed both in it’s physicality and intent when the Radiohead music came on. A brilliant touch of seeing same choreography in another angle and looked entirely different. It is neither Kilyan-esque nor Forsythean but authentically Cassini.

Chrysalis with red dressed woman and her dog? Interesting art work and of course great choreography from Daiane Lopes da Silva? Jury out on totally understanding any of it though, dance-theater work can be random and absurd but clarity of intention is key and as abstract as the story line is, the title is deceiving. Michelle Kinny as the woman in red dress has her moments of hilariousness, the goggle ladies Keon Saghari, Courtney Russel, Karla Quintero performed the difficult movements with fluidity but it’s about the renaissance beauty of Ildiko Polony and the almost boneless and  exotically beautiful Yuko Hata were clearly a stand-out in Chrysalis.

Mr. Labayen’s Awit ng Pag-Ibig ( Love Songs) while it said it was for all the women abused and such was really about why women get into those affairs as well as an in depth introspective analysis of the abuser! The first part with the beating was just setting the stage for Labayen’s comments on those who beat as well as those beaten who then stay in such a relationship as to what that truly means.  Labayen have had personal experience here and it shows in the work.  The women: Jaidah Terry, Karen Meyers, Ms. Saghari and Ms. Hata painfully understood the symbolism of the work. Ms. Pennell and Talledos reminded me of Blanche Dubois and Marlon Brando characters in Streetcar Named Desire, both sexually and romantically involved but sure the violence was some sort of foreplay till you see Ms. Pennell touched her husband’s heart in the ending tableau, is it to make sure the perpetrator is dead or still hopeful?  Labayen’s final solo for Talledos in this piece was profoundly mournful, sorrowful and painful,  the use of the piano bench as home base/bar for Talledos became his tombstone with the cross imbedded on it.  An act of genius as only a master craftsman Labayen can think of.

Labayen’s Tears with the beautifully haunting score and cherubic vocals by Gabriel Goldberg was like a sonnet, as soon as I saw the cloth just hanging there I took it to be the door to beyond and at the end that seemed appropriate as well when all performers gazed to it as the lights came down. Once I saw Victor as the Angel of death pulling her silver white cord of life out of her belly I knew what the piece would be – and it didn’t disappoint when the Virgin Mary ( appropriately characterized by Ana Robles) in shimmering blue appeared.  She floated as did Victor’s angel. Ms. Cassini in the leading role went through a whole gamut on emotions, from serene, to struggle to the final surrender and ascension.

This is the only dance that I have seen in a long time that the use of aerial dancing on a tissue (expertly and pliantly executed by Ms. Hata) made sense. It gave the work a heigtened sense of drama and metaphor specially in last scene where Ms. Hata ended in a cross, Jesus like…flying and omnipresent.

 Now I see how Labayen processed his tears and his sister’s life as well as passing. It was immense! Thank you for letting us view you so emotionally exposed, vulnerable and naked. It was my favorite piece for the evening even though each of your other pieces were so beautiful to watch – ballet inspired for sure!

True to Labayen’s radical and imaginative nature, Rites of Spring was brilliant it it’s reading of the music, composed by Stravinsky in 1913, it is as modern and contemporary even now.  Rites of Spring was envisioned by Labayen as a baseball game. You can feel the diamond field, but it was an all female SF Giants team danced sur le pointe by three of Labayen’s strongest dancers, Sandrine Cassini, Leda Pennell and Jaidah Terry’s pointe work was seamless but the more experienced Cassini was flawless. Victor Talledos as the young man clamoring to get his baseball bat from the ladies danced with phenomenal abandon. He has grown so much with Labayen Dance/SF in two years and I expect to see him internationally and in the cover of major dance publications, soon!

The use of silhouette backdrop in Harry Rubeck’s inventive lighting was so effective as the top rows couldn’t see the male baseball player just the image on the backdrop. A perfect imagery to start the work.  It took me time to find where the image came from. I know with Rites of Spring I need to see it again and again to get it all – it was very mystical while the bat was wonderful symbolism and I must mention nice touch to put green on the red chairs. the color did not go unappreciated.

The words genius, radical, inventive, imaginative, refreshing and alive almost and most of the time used in describing Master Labayen’s choreography and ideas…it’s all true. No hype here, just saying and describing his work the way it is.

Now, I am wondering what Labayen Dance/SF, a jewel in the Bay Area dance scene and  Enrico Labayen can come up with to surprise us in the Fall Season 2013. Trek on down to ODC Theater in September for more of this company’s magic.

Dr. Jacoby Racher, Ph.D in Greek & Hellenic Studies and Performance Art at Yale University.

He is an independent writer/contributor /critic for art & politics publications in EU and North America

The Haunted Valley by Ambrose Bierce — Commentary

By Joe Cillo

The Haunted Valley

Short Story by Ambrose Bierce, Commentary

 

 

“The Haunted Valley” was Ambrose Bierce’s first published story.  It appeared in 1871 in the Overland Magazine.  It deals with gender ambiguity, same sex relationships, racial bigotry, and murder in the American West.  The story is divided into two parts.  In the first part, the narrator is traveling through a remote area, presumably in California, although it doesn’t say so specifically, where he encounters Jo. Dunfer, a rancher whose most salient personal qualities seem to be his bigotry against Chinese people and his penchant for whiskey.  Dunfer launches into a narrative about taking on a Chinese man, Ah Wee, as a cook and servant five years previous.  Ah Wee and a man named Gopher assist Dunfer in felling trees for a cabin he had wished to build on a remote part of the ranch.  Ah Wee is incompetent at felling trees and Jo Dunfer admits to killing him for this and other faults.  The narrative is disrupted at this point by a dramatic scream and Jo. Dunfer’s collapse.  Jo. Dunfer’s assistant [Gopher, although he is not named at this point] enters and the narrator briefly encounters him.  This incident is not explained in any great detail and the narrator leaves it in this ambiguous state.  He departs Jo. Dunfer’s residence in a disturbed state of mind and on his journey chances to come upon the grave of Ah Wee with this curious inscription.

AH WEE — CHINAMAN

Age unknown.  Worked for Jo. Dunfer.

This monument is erected by him to keep the Chink’s

memory green.  Likewise as a warning to Celestials

not to take on airs.  Devil take ’em!

She Was a Good Egg.

The choice of pronouns is an operative point.

The second part of the narrative takes place four years later when the protagonist returns to the same area.  This time he encounters Gopher, the other (white) assistant to Jo. Dunfer.  The narrator inquires about Jo. Dunfer and is informed that he is dead and in the grave beside Ah Wee.  Gopher accompanies the narrator to the grave and tells him that indeed Jo. Dunfer had killed Ah Wee, but not out of frustration with his abilities as a house servant, but out of jealousy over Ah Wee’s relationship with himself, Gopher.  One day Jo. Dunfer had caught Gopher and Ah Wee together and killed Ah Wee with an ax in a jealous rampage.  Dunfer buried Ah Wee in the grave and created the curious memorial marker.

Now comes the crucial turn on the very last page of the story which I will quote.

“When did Jo die?” I asked rather absently.  The answer took my breath:

“Pretty soon after I looked at him through that knot-hole, w’en you had put something in his w’isky, you derned Borgia!”  [referring to the narrator’s previous visit, four years prior]

Recovering somewhat from my surprise at this astounding charge, I was half-minded to throttle the audacious accuser, but was restrained by a sudden conviction that came to me in the light of a revelation.  I fixed a grave look upon him and asked, as calmly as I could:  “And when did you go luny?”

“Nine years ago!” he shrieked, throwing out his clenched hands — “nine years ago, w’en that big brute killed the woman who loved him better than she did me! — me who had followed ‘er from San Francisco, where ‘e won ‘er at draw poker! — me who had watched over ‘er for years w’en the scoundrel she belonged to was ashamed to acknowledge ‘er and treat ‘er white — me who for her sake kept ‘is cussed secret till it ate ‘im up! — me who w’en you poisoned the beast fulfilled ‘is last request to lay ‘im alongside ‘er and give ‘im a stone to the head of ‘im!  And I’ve never since seen ‘er grave till now, for I didn’t want to meet ‘im here.” (Bierce, p. 126)

I found three different commentaries on this story and I believe all three misunderstand it.  Bierce is admittedly not striving for clarity, but the story is clear if one is attuned to the possibilities of cross-gender identifications and same sex relationships.

Peter Boag (2012) in his study of cross-dressing in the American West states that “Ah’s sex is never entirely clear; feminine and masculine pronouns interchange readily right up to the story’s conclusion. . . Thus Ah Wee may have been a Chinese woman dressed as a man, or a (typically) feminized Chinese man” (p. 192)

William Wu (1982) read the story as Ah Wee being a girl whom Dunfer had won in a poker game.  Wu notes that the reader is misled through the whole story to think that Ah Wee is a man, but fails account for this misleading or to perceive the significance of the pronoun changes in the story.  Wu is focused on the racism in the story and thus misses the sexual implications that are really the crux of it, resulting in a misunderstanding of the murder and the sex triangle.  (Wu, 1982, p. 22)

Hellen Lee-Keller (2006) also tries to normalize the story in the same way as Wu.

As the tombstone indicated, Ah Wee was not, in fact, a he, but rather a she, and Dunfer killed Ah Wee in a fit of jealous rage thinking that Ah Wee and Gopher were involved in a sexual relationship.  Ultimately, Dunfer, who had fallen in love with Ah Wee over the years, fell into despair when he realized what he had done, started drinking heavily again, and grew even more anti-Chinese.

Lee-Keller follows Wu in seeing Ah Wee as female all the way through, but she doesn’t address Dunfer’s referring to Ah Wee as ‘he’ throughout, and seems to call into question that there was a sexual relationship between Gopher and Ah Wee.  In other words, she suggests that Dunfer killed Ah Wee out of misunderstanding and self-delusion.

The straightforward assumption that Ah Wee’s is a girl, won in a poker game, and subsequently killed in a sex triangle, does not make sense of the text, the shifting pronouns, and particularly the contrast between Dunfer’s and Gopher’s constructions of Ah Wee.  If you follow the shifting pronouns, there is a logic to their modulations.  They do not “interchange readily right up to the story’s conclusion,” as Boag reports.  Ah Wee is portrayed as a man by Jo. Dunfer through the whole story up until the very end of his narrative, with the exception of the curious epitaph on the tombstone.  Dunfer always referred to Ah Wee as ‘he.’  If Ah Wee were a girl, won in a poker game, why would there be any need for Jo. Dunfer to disguise her as a man, or for Ah Wee to adopt the identity of a man?  If that were the case, then it would mean that Jo. Dunfer imposed the male identity upon her out of his own psychological need for a male sexual partner.  But if that were true, why would he even take a girl home to his ranch, if what he really wanted was a boy all along?  The idea that Ah Wee was a girl straight up is untenable.  It fails to make sense of Jo. Dunfer’s referring to Ah Wee as ‘he’ throughout, and Gopher’s pronoun shift when he begins to talk about his own relationship with Ah Wee.  If you think Ah Wee was “really a she” as Lee-Keller thinks, then you have to explain why the whole story leads you to assume Ah Wee is male.   I don’t see any way to do that.  The story will simply not make sense if Ah Wee were really a female all the way through from the outset.

Alternatively, if Ah Wee were a female-to-male cross dresser, as one possibility suggested by Boag, it would mean she was presenting as a male throughout the story.  A full grown adult male would make an unlikely prize in a poker game and this raises a question mark over the whole tale about Ah Wee being a prize in a poker game.   This is Gopher’s version probably concocted to mask the fact that Ah Wee left him for Jo. Dunfer.   The poker game story is Gopher’s attempt at face saving.  Ah Wee was very likely Gopher’s lover before leaving him for Jo. Dunfer and moving to his ranch in rural California.  But was he/she male or female?

If she were a cross-dressed female-to-male, a la Alan Hart (see Boag, pp. 9-14), then you would have a female who gender identified as male becoming involved in “homosexual” relationships with two different males.  A rather convoluted  maneuver for a female to make.  This is not a realistic scenario.  I was not able to find any instance of a female who gender identified as male, who then went on to form sexual relationships with other men in her cross gender identity.  Somebody out there come forward if you have a counterexample.  There is no plausible interpretation of this story where Ah Wee is a natural female.

Gopher says that “the scoundrel she belonged to refused to acknowledge her and treat her white.”  This refusal to acknowledge her I think refers to Jo. Dunfer’s denoting Ah Wee as ‘he,’ that is, refusing to acknowledge his/her full identification as a female.  In other words, Jo. Dunfer insisted on Ah Wee’s biological gender as the proper identifier rather than accepting her psychological identification as a female.  This seemed improper and disrespectful to Gopher, and he attributed it to Dunfer’s shame and denial of his own relationship with Ah Wee, and consistent with his further maltreatment of her.  Gopher referred to Ah Wee as ‘she,’ when he was relating his own relationship to her, fully acknowledging Ah Wee’s psychological make-up.  This makes sense of the pronoun changes in the story and is consistent with the details in the narration.

The most likely scenario is that Ah Wee was a male-to-female cross-dresser, probably fully gender identified as female in the mode of Mrs. Nash recounted in Boag’s Re-dressing, Chapter 4.

Mrs. Nash was a Mexican male-to-female cross-dresser who successfully passed herself off as a woman among the U.S. Seventh Calvary in the 1870s and 80s for at least a ten year period during which she was married to three different soldiers in the Seventh.  Although it was widely known that she had a beard and shaved every day, she dressed and lived as a female, winning high praise as well as financial rewards for her skills in laundering, sewing, cooking, delivering babies, caring for infants, and witchcraft.  When she died of appendicitis it was discovered that “she had balls as big as a bull’s.  She’s a man!” (Boag, pp. 130-137)  The story became a national sensation.

I believe Ah Wee was a comparable figure to Mrs. Nash, a biological male who dressed and psychologically identified as a female.   Both Gopher and Dunfer knew Ah Wee’s “real” gender.  However, Jo. Dunfer did not recognize Ah Wee’s cross-gender identification, referring to him/her always as ‘he,’ whereas Gopher, loving Ah Wee in her cross-dressed identity, referred to her as ‘she,’ when he began talking about his own feelings for her.

The story told by Gopher of Ah Wee’s having been won in a poker game and his following her to Dunfer’s ranch suggests that the original attachment was between Ah Wee and Gopher.  Gopher was involved with Ah Wee as a cross-dresssed male-to-female.  Jo. Dunfer came between them by some means or other.   The poker winnings story seems unlikely to me.  If Gopher loved Ah Wee with the dedication that he seems to evince, why would he wager her in a poker game?  More likely is that Ah Wee fled with Dunfer to get away from Gopher.  But Gopher was a persistent, hopelessly attached lover who pursued Ah Wee to Dunfer’s ranch, got himself hired as a ranch hand by Dunfer, and continued his relationship with Ah Wee whenever possible.

Dunfer caught Ah Wee and Gopher together and killed Ah Wee in a jealous rampage.  Gopher suggests that the encounter in which they were caught was actually innocent in that he was reaching into Ah Wee’s clothing to remove a spider.  But this again sounds very self-serving on Gopher’s part.  Dunfer had almost certainly known of Gopher and Ah Wee’s prior relationship and very likely had an inkling that they were continuing on the sly behind his back.  The violent jealous rampage was probably the breaking of a dam of accumulated suspicion and resentment.  Dunfer confessed to killing Ah Wee before the authorities, recounting the version he had given the narrator and the case was judged a justifiable homicide.  He then erected the grave that Bierce describes with the curious epitaph, where he acknowledges, finally, her true (psychological) identity as a female.

In response to the narrator’s question about the time of Dunfer’s death, Gopher levels the accusation that he, the narrator, had been the one to poison Dunfer.  The “revelation” that comes over the narrator at that moment is that Gopher is making a confession.  Indeed it was Gopher who had killed Jo. Dunfer and buried him beside Ah Wee.  How does he know this?  Both he and Gopher know that he, the narrator, did not poison Dunfer.  So why would Gopher make such an accusation?  The accusation that the narrator had been the one to poison Dunfer is Gopher’s thin — or rather outrageous — cover story, and it brings up the suggestion that Jo. Dunfer did not die of natural causes.  Why would Gopher make such an accusation if he knew Jo. Dunfer had died a natural death?  In fact he knew perfectly well that Jo Dunfer did not die a natural death.  The narrator grasped all of this in an instant hearkening back to the moment in Jo. Dunfer’s house when he

saw that the knot-hole in the wall had indeed become a human eye — a full, black eye, that glared into my own with an entire lack of expression more awful than the most devilish glitter.  I think I must have covered my face with my hands to shut out the horrible illusion, if such it was, and Jo.’s little white man-of-all-work [Gopher] coming into the room broke the spell, and I walked out of the house with a sort of dazed fear that delirium tremens might be infectious.  (Bierce, p. 120)

The narrator’s visit to Dunfer’s ranch gave Gopher the opportunity he had probably been seeking for some time.  Gopher could claim that the narrator had poisoned Dunfer and thus cover his tracks as the murderer.  Gopher had plenty of motivation.  Gopher had loved Ah Wee, but Ah Wee preferred Dunfer to him — at least that is the way it seemed to Gopher.  Dunfer had taken Ah Wee away from Gopher — allegedly in a poker game, but most likely by other means. I think it probable that Ah Wee left with Dunfer willingly to escape Gopher’s clinging attachment.  Dunfer treated Ah Wee badly, according to Gopher — this is plausible — and eventually killed her in a jealous fit for continuing her relationship with Gopher.  It was Gopher who buried Dunfer beside Ah Wee.  It all fits.  Ah Wee is consistent with the type of male-to-female cross-dresser described earlier in the case of Mrs. Nash and the Seventh U.S. Calvary.  Jo. Dunfer’s referring to Ah Wee as male but then changing the pronoun on the tombstone:  “She was a Good Egg”  indicates that he had no illusions that Ah Wee had a dual gender identity.

I think Bierce understood what he was doing, and realized some people would be confused by the story.  He probably wanted it that way.  I suspect the story is based somehow on real events and that it is not simply a product of Bierce’s fantasy.  It was his first published story, and I think it is significant that he would choose this topic as the subject of his first public effort.

The story was written around 1870, shortly after the Civil War.  The frontier was still very much an unsettled place of adventure and opportunity.  It was rapidly changing, however, as were prevailing attitudes toward the many variants of sexual expression.  America was becoming more anxious even as it grew stronger, men were becoming less confident in themselves and in their place in the emerging industrial society, and people were becoming conscious and questioning of the sexual behavior of individuals.  These strains and anxieties are reflected in the intense racism in the story.  However, the racial bigotry, which is quite blatant, does not extend to the cross-dresser.  The cross-dresser is a curious anomaly, but is not yet pathologized per se.  Sexual and gender deviance are being associated with race, and it would not be long before the reflexive racial bigotry that was taken for granted and widely accepted would be extended to sexual minorities of every sort.  This story represents a transition stage between a time when sexuality was less of a public preoccupation to one where it became central to one’s position and acceptability in society.

The three published commentaries on this story that I was able to locate gloss over or miss the full import of the pronoun changes which are the heart of this sordid story of sex and murder.  The tendency is to normalize the story, to heterosexualize it first of all, and to completely ignore, or fail to perceive, the cross-gender identification that is central to the whole drama.  But Ah Wee’s male-to-female cross-gender identification is the only way to make full sense of the text.  If you pay attention to it, the text is clear.  It might have been clearer to Bierce’s audience in the late nineteenth century than it is to us.  Cross-dressing and cross-gender identifications were much less obtrusive and much more amenable to integration in society than they are today, as Boag’s excellent examination of the subject points out.  The bigotry against the male-to-female cross-dresser, was not as pervasive or even as widespread in the nineteenth century as it is today.  Racial bigotry was certainly intense and taken for granted.  This story illustrates how the country had not yet solidified what would later become rigid stereotypes and expectations for masculinity and male sexual behavior, but present day commentators tend to project back onto the story our own present-day biases and preconceptions which were still forming at the time the story was composed and were far from the fully entrenched cultural norms they later became.  This historical blindness not only simplifies the story and robs it of its psychological complexity, it also neutralizes the lessons it has to teach us in how our own culture has evolved in its notions of masculinity and proper male sexual behavior.

 

 

Notes

 

 

Bierce, Ambrose (1984)  The Complete Short Stories of Ambrose Bierce.  Edited by Ernest Hopkins.  Lincoln and London: University of Nebraska Press.

Boag, Peter (2011) Re-Dressing America’s Frontier Past. Berkeley, Los Angeles, London:  University of California Press.

Lee-Keller, Hellen (2006)  Ambrose Bierce Project Journal, Vol 2, No. 1.  http://www.ambrosebierce.org/journal2lee-keller.html

Wu, William F. (1982)  The Yellow Peril:  Chinese Americans in American Fiction 1850-1940.  Hamden, CT:  Archon Books.

THIS IS HOW IT GOES is a racist infused 95 minutes of shocking theatre

By Kedar K. Adour

Belinda (l, Carrie Paff*) and Cody (r, Aldo Billingslea*) bicker during their barbecue picnic as an old high school friend (c, Gabriel Marin*) looks on in the Bay Area Premiere of This is How It Goes

This Is How It Goes: Drama. By Neil LaBute. Directed by Tom Ross. Aurora Theatre, 2081 Addison St., Berkeley. (510) 843-4822 or www.auroratheatre.org.

THIS IS HOW IT GOES plays at the Aurora Theatre in Berkeley now through July 28 (added performances: Tuesday, July 23, 7pm, Thursday, July 25, 8pm, Friday, July 26, 8pm, Saturday, July 27, 8pm, Sunday, July 28, 2pm).

 

THIS IS HOW IT GOES is a racist infused 95 minutes of shocking theatre.

If you are familiar with playwright/screen writer Neil LaBute and have seen his other  plays you know that the closing show for Aurora’s 21st season This is How It Goes could be a shocker. It is but the  saving grace is that this dark, edgy  and comic Bay Area Premiere is directed by Artistic Director Tom Ross and features Aldo Billingslea, Gabriel Marin, and Carrie Paff. These three superb actors under Ross’s thoughtful directional almost make this racist infused 95 minute play palatable.

Using the race card is not limited to the white population, the reverse is prevalent and LaBute’s play does not pick sides. Black Cody (Aldo Billingslea) is married to white Belinda (Carrie Paff ) a former high school cheerleader.  Cody is one of the few black faces in a small unnamed Midwestern town. He has built a very successful business and because he is not fully accepted in the town, he is a poseur who adopts an affected style and intimidating demeanor. Having been an Olympic quality star track athlete he maintains a rigid exercise routine keeping his taut physique. The mixed race couple have been married for a few years and have children who are never seen in the play but become significant cogs in the storyline. Trouble is brewing in the marriage.

The storyline begins with a white narrator, listed as Man (Gabriel Marin) in the program. He honestly tells the audience that the action/facts he relates may or may not true . . . “this is how it goes.” That line is oft repeated as Man breaks the fourth dimension and moves back and forth to the story. He may or may not be a playwright explaining why the back wall of the three sided stage is covered with typed script pages. There are only a few props that are swiftly moved on and off the stage allowing the action to flow while a plethora of twists and turns unfold.

Schoolmate Man has mysteriously returned after being away for 12 years and rents an apartment above the couple’s garage. Is his presence in the town accidental or is it to revive the spark he has for Belinda? He does not tell us because ‘this is how it goes’. As conflict builds, LaBute in his trademark manner introduces ugly dialog and action that will make you uncomfortable.

Billinsglea’s powerful acting conveys menace when menace is needed and in the few scenes where tenderness is required his shift in personality is believable. Diminutive Carrie Paff is a joy to watch as she moves Belinda from subservient wife to strong challenger to a bullying husband. Gabriel Marin’s professionalism makes him a perfect choice for ensemble acting. He is the master of milking humor from what appears to be a throw-away line yet slips into a dramatic posture when physically and orally challenged.

It is not a play that will engender love for your fellow man but it certainly will stimulate conversation.

Kedar K. Adour, MD

Courtesy of www.theatreworldinternetmagazine.com

KING LEAR Guest review by William (Bill) Deuell

By Kedar K. Adour

GUEST REVIEW by William (Bill)  Deuell of Arnold, California:

KING LEAR @ Oregon Shakespeare Festival, June 2013

King Lear (Michael Winters) thinks the only person loyal to him his his Fool (Daisuke Tsuji). Photo by Jenny Graham.

 I am not a student or fan of William Shakespeare. During my educational years, I had Shakespeare required reading which I believe was Romeo and Juliet. I found Shakespeare hard to read, difficult to understand, and I did not spend enough time to get to know how to enjoy Shakespeare’s works.

Nancy and I visited Ashland on the way home from a wonderful anniversary vacation in Gold Beach, Oregon. We had several choices of performances and chose King Lear since we had not seen it before and the reviews sounded interesting. We seemed to have overlooked the fact that the play was a “contemporary adaptation” of the original King Lear.

The theater was “in the round” and sold out. Our seats were in the second row from the front which put us as close to the action as you would want to be. Possibly, even too close as we felt almost part of the performance which at times became very violent.

Right from the start, the play held my attention, and also for the following four hours. The actors seemed to be the real characters Shakespeare had intended them to be. The sets were extraordinary, the sounds overwhelming, and the lighting truly unique. As in many Shakespeare plays, most of the characters die, and in this performance, have to be dragged from the stage. The makeup was so realistic, it actually made my stomach turn. At one point in the play, I looked at the audience in a beam of light, and one woman had the look of horror on her face.

Michael Winters played the role of King Lear. His performance was beyond my expectations. I cannot say enough regarding how he became the real King Lear and interfaced with the rest of the characters.

Daisuke Tsuji played the role of Fool. Probably because of the darkness of the play, his performance stood out as the only comedy relief. His performance was outstanding. 

Raffi Barsournian played the role of Edmund. He entered his part playing basketball which fit with the “contemporary” adaptation. He had a major role in this play, and did an exceptional job.

As for watching King Lear and others wandering around in their underwear, I cannot understand the point. Nancy says it is symbolic of dying and no need for clothes. That is good enough for me. You have to feel sorry for King Lear since he is now old and foolish.

Would I recommend attending the performance? Yes, I would recommend this play for anyone, whether the person is familiar with Shakespeare or not. There is something in this.

The Gospel of Mary Magdalene — San Francisco Opera Performance Review

By Joe Cillo

The Gospel of Mary Magdalene

San Francisco Opera Performance

June 22, 2013

 

 

There are 13 mentions of Mary Magdalene by name in the canonical gospels.  I will list them here without quoting them. 

 Mark 15:40

Mark 15:47

Mark 16:1

Mark 16:9

Luke 8:2

Luke 24:10

Matthew 27:56

Matthew 27:61

Matthew 28:1

John 19:25

John 20:1, 2

John 20:11

John 20: 16

The woman in Luke 7:36-50 who washes and kisses his feet is sometimes assumed to be Mary Magdalene, but I don’t count this because she is not named in the passage.    

There is no other mention of Mary Magdalene in the New Testament and of these few references all but one of them is related to the stories Jesus’ death and resurrection.  Luke is the only gospel that mentions Mary Magdalene outside the context of the final events of his life.  About a third of the gospel accounts are taken up with the dramatic last week of Jesus’ life.  They are not particularly interested in recounting the details of his life or who he was as a person.  So it is curious that Mary Magdalene would appear to play such an important role in this crucial part of his life, which the gospels are supremely interested in, yet otherwise the gospel writers seem at pains to minimize her importance and even discredit her.  I can only conclude that Mary Magdalene must have played such an important role during the week of Jesus’ death and the immediate aftermath, and this was so well known among the early Christian groups that the gospel writers could not ignore or omit her, however much they would have liked to.  That immediately leads to the question of what role she might have played in Jesus’ life apart from the week of his death.  The gospels have almost nothing to say about this.  Luke mentions that Jesus cast seven devils out of her and that she was part of a group of women who supported Jesus and his (male) followers “with their own means.”  (Luke 8:3)  This must be the source of the opera’s portrayal of Mary Magdalene as a woman of some significant means.  I found this a rather incredible stretch and I do not think that Mary Magdalene was in any way or shape affluent.  

In the gospel accounts Mary Magdalene was the first one to discover the empty tomb and to “see” the resurrected Jesus.  The opera is ambivalent about the resurrection, but seems to come down on the side of skepticism.  As Mary is hunched over the body of Jesus he rises up from below the stage behind her as a kind of apparition.  They carry on a conversation wherein he exhorts her to go out and tell others what he has imparted to her, but she never faces him or interacts with him as in the gospel accounts.  He then disappears beneath the stage leaving Mary alone with the dead body of Jesus.  J. D. Crossan comments

The women’s discovery of the empty tomb was created by Mark to avoid a risen-apparition to the disciples, and the women’s vision of the risen Jesus was created by Matthew to prepare for a risen apparition to the disciples.  There is no evidence of historical tradition about those two details prior to Mark in the 70s.  Furthermore, the women, rather than being there early and being steadily removed, are not there early but are steadily included.  They are included, of course, to receive only message-visions, never mandate-visions.   They are told to go tell the disciples, while the disciples are told to go teach the nations.  (Crossan, p. 561)

The Gospel of Mary is a text from the second century, composed at least a hundred years after the relevant events.  It is fragmentary and there are only two manuscripts in existence, one, a Greek text from the second century, and a Coptic text from the fifth century ( Ehrman, p. 35)  This text indicates that some early Christian groups held Mary Magdalene in much higher regard than the writers of the canonical gospels did.  It also indicates some rivalry between the followers of Peter and those who held Mary in higher esteem.  This rivalry probably had to do with the basic direction and message of the movement.  I am skeptical of the opera’s depiction of this as a personal rivalry between Peter and Mary for the attention of Jesus and of clashes between Jesus and Peter over the basic direction and objectives of the movement.  I am equally skeptical of Peter’s opposition of Jesus marriage to Mary Magdalene, never mind the very idea of the marriage itself.

This opera is a fanciful rewrite of the gospel stories and message.  It takes considerable liberties with the traditional texts, and even with the Gnostic texts that it loosely draws upon.   I see it as an attempt by a disgruntled Roman Catholic to recast the basic message of Christianity into something a little more palatable for a modern audience.  If you are a lapsed Catholic, or a nominal Catholic, or a disgruntled, alienated Catholic, but unwilling to break entirely with the Church and your past, you might see something sympathetic in this.

I didn’t care for it and found it frankly rather dull.  I debated with myself about leaving at intermission, but I sat there so long thinking about it that I ended up staying for the whole performance.  The reason that it is dull is that there is not much action.  The characters share agonized ventilation of their inner lives and their relationships in a soap-operatic style, but nothing much happens.  There is no drama.  You have to be interested in these philosophical speeches or the whole thing drops dead.  The set is visually uninteresting.  It looks like a construction site or a rock quarry and it doesn’t change throughout the entire performance.  Usually operas are visually interesting and imaginative if nothing else.  Even if you can’t stand the music, the spectacle is worth the admission price.  But this one has little to offer in the way of visual spectacle, so an important element of audience engagement is removed.  It would have helped if the music was better, but I did not find anything memorable or interesting in the music score, the singing, and especially in the lyrics.  It was preachy, and the messages it was trying to impart I did not find particularly insightful or thought provoking.  Some of it was rather trite, in fact.  If you are Catholic or a traditional Christian, you might take umbrage at some of the departures from the traditional conception of Jesus, his life, and his message.  But this does not bother me at all.   I thought the conception was a little far-fetched in some respects, but the way I look at it, any reconstruction of Jesus, any artistic representation of any aspect of his life, is by definition an interpretation, and thus will be highly personal and idiosyncratic in nature.  This is fine with me.  It is the nature of art and it is what is interesting about art.  I welcome artists’ reinventions of stories, incidents, personalities, and images from the past in new and interesting characterizations.  My distaste for this performance has nothing to do with stodginess or conservatism.  I just didn’t think it came across. 

An opera about Mary Magdalene raises issues for the contemporary church that have a history going back to the beginning of the Christian movement:  the role of women, not only within the church, but relations generally between men and women.   Asceticism was major social and philosophical trend both within early Christianity and in the many Gnostic sects that soon followed and competed with budding Christianity.  Many of these writers despised women and especially warned men against sexual connection to women.  These people became the orthodoxy within Christianity.  But Mary Magdalene remained a thorny challenge to their authority.  If Mary had a special intimacy with Jesus (whether sexual or not), it would set a bad precedent and a bad role model for women and men within a church that exalted a de-sexualized existence, especially for men.  Women would have to be included in the leadership, their views would have to be taken seriously, sexual relations with women would be a legitimate concern and activity.  This was anathema to these early ascetics, as it is to ascetics today.  Necessarily, the role and significance of Mary Magdalene in the life of Jesus would have to be minimized and her authority on the teachings and mission of Jesus would have to be discredited.  And that is exactly what happened.  This opera brings these ancient controversies back to life.  It may resonate with you, if you are struggling with any sort of ascetic proscriptions weighing down your life, making you miserable, and destroying your personal relationships.  But if you have somehow managed to avoid all of that or freed yourself from it, then this opera will likely not have much to offer you, and you’ll find it rather tedious, as I did.  There were plenty of empty seats.  You can probably get tickets quite easily. 

 

Notes

Crossan, J. D. (1998)  The Birth of Christianity.  New York:  Harper Collins.

Ehrman, Bart D.  (2003)  Lost Scriptures:  Books that did not make it into the New Testament.  Oxford and New York:  Oxford University Press.