I've been watching quite a bit of good TV lately:
1. Vikings.
2. Broadchurch, Season 2.
3. Outlander, Season 1.
4. Game of Thrones, Season 4.
Friday, March 20, 2015
Sunday, March 8, 2015
My February Reading
This is a little late, but here's what I read in February.
1. Song of the Vikings: Snorri and the Making of Norse Myths by Nancy Marie Brown.
Snorri Sturluson was an Icelander who lived in the middle ages (13th century) and wrote down many of the Norse myth stories that are the basis of what we know today about Scandinavian mythology, including the stories on which Wagner's Ring Cycle is based as well as "The Lord of the Rings". This is a biography, in a general sense of the word, of Snorri that also gives a lot of information about what Iceland in the medieval times was like. The biography of the author says she keeps an Icelandic sheepdog, which I had to Google. I'm a bit of a geek when it comes to these things so I enjoyed reading this book, but even I had a hard time keeping track of the tangled family tree of Snorri. A chart would have helped. This book took me a while to get through so I didn't read as much this month as I might normally.
2. The Red House Mystery by A.A. Milne.
Yes, that A.A. Milne, of Winnie the Pooh fame. The amateur detective in this mystery at times reminded me of Christopher Robin, all grown up and surrounded by bears of very little intellect. The mystery was pretty standard British country house fare of the type published in the 1920's. I happen to like that genre of mystery so I enjoyed it.
3. I am Half-Sick of Shadows by Alan Bradley ( a Flavia de Luce Mystery). In this volume, Bradley opens up the home of the somewhat reclusive de Luce family to a film company. Of course, murder ensues and Flavia is helpful in solving it, to the amusement and chagrin of Detective Inspector Hewitt. Although time moves on in these mysteries, it moves very slowly so Flavia hasn't aged much and she is still at war with her two older sisters (although perhaps there is hope of a truce).
4. Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. I loved this novel. Adichie is a Nigerian author who spent much time in the United States and her main character, Ifemelu, experiences being a black person in the United States who is not African American. Ifemelu is born in Nigeria and spends her formative years there where she meets and falls in love with Obinze. Ifemelu leaves to attend college in the United States, where her Aunt and cousin live. Obinze cannot get a visa and ends up an undocumented alien in London. Eventually both return to Nigeria. The ending was a little too "love story" for me but the rest of the novel was a knock out. Ifemelu says: "I came from a country where race was not an issue; I did not think of myself as black and I only became black when I came to America." Adichie is also capable of writing beautiful description: "In London, night came too soon, it hung in the morning air like a threat, and then in the afternoon a blue-gray dusk descended, and the Victorian buildings all wore a mournful air." Parts of the novel required the suspension of disbelief (specifically that she could be so financially successful as a blogger) but the story hung together and I couldn't put it down.
1. Song of the Vikings: Snorri and the Making of Norse Myths by Nancy Marie Brown.
Snorri Sturluson was an Icelander who lived in the middle ages (13th century) and wrote down many of the Norse myth stories that are the basis of what we know today about Scandinavian mythology, including the stories on which Wagner's Ring Cycle is based as well as "The Lord of the Rings". This is a biography, in a general sense of the word, of Snorri that also gives a lot of information about what Iceland in the medieval times was like. The biography of the author says she keeps an Icelandic sheepdog, which I had to Google. I'm a bit of a geek when it comes to these things so I enjoyed reading this book, but even I had a hard time keeping track of the tangled family tree of Snorri. A chart would have helped. This book took me a while to get through so I didn't read as much this month as I might normally.
2. The Red House Mystery by A.A. Milne.
Yes, that A.A. Milne, of Winnie the Pooh fame. The amateur detective in this mystery at times reminded me of Christopher Robin, all grown up and surrounded by bears of very little intellect. The mystery was pretty standard British country house fare of the type published in the 1920's. I happen to like that genre of mystery so I enjoyed it.
3. I am Half-Sick of Shadows by Alan Bradley ( a Flavia de Luce Mystery). In this volume, Bradley opens up the home of the somewhat reclusive de Luce family to a film company. Of course, murder ensues and Flavia is helpful in solving it, to the amusement and chagrin of Detective Inspector Hewitt. Although time moves on in these mysteries, it moves very slowly so Flavia hasn't aged much and she is still at war with her two older sisters (although perhaps there is hope of a truce).
4. Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. I loved this novel. Adichie is a Nigerian author who spent much time in the United States and her main character, Ifemelu, experiences being a black person in the United States who is not African American. Ifemelu is born in Nigeria and spends her formative years there where she meets and falls in love with Obinze. Ifemelu leaves to attend college in the United States, where her Aunt and cousin live. Obinze cannot get a visa and ends up an undocumented alien in London. Eventually both return to Nigeria. The ending was a little too "love story" for me but the rest of the novel was a knock out. Ifemelu says: "I came from a country where race was not an issue; I did not think of myself as black and I only became black when I came to America." Adichie is also capable of writing beautiful description: "In London, night came too soon, it hung in the morning air like a threat, and then in the afternoon a blue-gray dusk descended, and the Victorian buildings all wore a mournful air." Parts of the novel required the suspension of disbelief (specifically that she could be so financially successful as a blogger) but the story hung together and I couldn't put it down.
Friday, February 13, 2015
Bernadette Peters in Concert
Last weekend Bernadette Peters was in town to perform for one night. Well, not really in town. She was in St. Charles at Lindenwood University's J. Scheiddegger Center for the Arts. This was my first visit to this facility, and I was impressed.
I've seen Bernadette Peters in concert a few times and she was, as usual, highly entertaining. Wearing a signature slinky gown, backed by a full orchestra, she strutted onto the stage to perform Let Me Entertain You, a song from the musical Gypsy, which she starred in a few years ago on Broadway. That wasn't one of the songs she sang in that show but it was the type of song that Peters loves to sell. She followed that up with No One is Alone from Into the Woods, another show she starred in on Broadway and another song she didn't perform in the original production. From there she went on to There is Nothing Like a Dame, from Rogers and Hammerstein's South Pacific. This number is usually performed by a chorus of men dressed as sailors but Peters vamped it in high style.
The nice thing about a concert is that the performer can perform Broadway Musical songs that she would be the wrong age, or sex, or even size to perform in the actual Broadway show. And Peters took advantage of that, performing Some Enchanted Evening, again from South Pacific, and Johanna from Sweeney Todd. She did When I Marry Mr. Snow from Carousel, a song she would now be far to old to perform in the show itself.
In between numbers she chatted to the audience, although I had heard much of her schtick about having a house in Florida to sell before. Although she must be in her mid-60's she looks great and can still pull off the sexy pout when singing the Peggy Lee classic, Fever, on top of a piano.
But my favorite part of the show was the two songs from Follies that she sang. These were songs she sang herself in the show a couple of years ago: In Buddy's Eyes and Am I Losing My Mind. Peters can take a lyric and deliver it in a way that makes you hear it for the first time. I would have predicted that I didn't need to hear Send in the Clowns ever again in my life, but she made it fresh.
Her high notes are not always as bell-like as they have been in the past, but she can still deliver. And she is probably the world's leading interpreter of the songs of Stephen Sondheim. One of my favorite songs that she performs is Sondheim's You Could Drive a Person Crazy.
Her final song was Sondheim's Being Alive, and she gave it her all. For an encore she performed a song that she wrote herself to support her favorite charity, Broadway Barks.
It was a wonderful evening of show tunes by a Broadway legend.
Friday, February 6, 2015
Tango Buenos Aires
I'm a sucker for live tango (for filmed tango too, for that matter). I can never get over the fact that they aren't accidentally kicking each other through the whole performance. I constantly rue the fact that I am uncoordinated and could never learn to tango - I mean, really tango.
Dance St. Louis brought us, this past weekend, "direct from Buenos Aires, Argentina" Tango Buenos Aires performing "a journey through dance and music of the life of Eva Peron". The live dance performance was accompanied by live music (always a joy) performed by an ensemble of pianist Fernando Marzon, bandoneon players Marco Antonio Fernandez and Emiliano Guerrero, violinist Mayumi Urgino and bassists Roberto Santocono and Sebastian Noya (there was only one bass in our performance and I don't know which one was playing).
Bandoneons are like accordians - the old fashioned kind - like what the Italian waiter plays in the famous spaghetti scene in Lady and the Tramp. Some of the music was familiar and some was composed for the performance. All of the musicians were wonderful but I particularly liked the violinist who had a couple of extensive solos that brought huge rounds of applause from the audience.
You'll notice that I'm speaking more of the music than the dance. That's because the music in a way seemed the center of the evening. The dancers sometimes (not always) seemed secondary.
The "journey" was, of course, all in dance. If I didn't already have an idea of the biography of Eva Peron (mostly from watching Evita) I probably would have been lost. But it wouldn't have mattered because most of the dances could have stood alone without a story. At the end of the first act the men perform Las Boleadoras - these are dances where each man holds an Argentinian tool used to catch cattle in the countryside in each of his hands - ropes with a weight at the end. The men would swing the two ropes and make clacking noises on the ground with them. The combination of dance and the rhythmic sounds of the ropes hitting the ground were compelling. Then one of the men took center stage and performed on his own for a good 10 minutes without any accompaniment other than two box drums that the other dancers drummed. At times he swung his ropes so fast that it was hard to believe that he wouldn't hit himself with the ropes. The audience was wowed.
The second act also had some dances between various couples that were exquisitely done. Strangely, the program never told us the names of the various dancers so I don't know who was who. It seemed that the female dancers especially were of varying degrees of virtuosi, one of them seemed more of a beginner than the others. Another was perfect, holding herself straight and haughty - the way you always picture tango dancers - her arms and hands casually elegant and her footwork impeccable.
Tango Buenos Aires has visited St. Louis a number of times previously. I always enjoy them when I get a chance to see them. I hope they come back the next time they tour.
Dance St. Louis brought us, this past weekend, "direct from Buenos Aires, Argentina" Tango Buenos Aires performing "a journey through dance and music of the life of Eva Peron". The live dance performance was accompanied by live music (always a joy) performed by an ensemble of pianist Fernando Marzon, bandoneon players Marco Antonio Fernandez and Emiliano Guerrero, violinist Mayumi Urgino and bassists Roberto Santocono and Sebastian Noya (there was only one bass in our performance and I don't know which one was playing).
Bandoneons are like accordians - the old fashioned kind - like what the Italian waiter plays in the famous spaghetti scene in Lady and the Tramp. Some of the music was familiar and some was composed for the performance. All of the musicians were wonderful but I particularly liked the violinist who had a couple of extensive solos that brought huge rounds of applause from the audience.
You'll notice that I'm speaking more of the music than the dance. That's because the music in a way seemed the center of the evening. The dancers sometimes (not always) seemed secondary.
The "journey" was, of course, all in dance. If I didn't already have an idea of the biography of Eva Peron (mostly from watching Evita) I probably would have been lost. But it wouldn't have mattered because most of the dances could have stood alone without a story. At the end of the first act the men perform Las Boleadoras - these are dances where each man holds an Argentinian tool used to catch cattle in the countryside in each of his hands - ropes with a weight at the end. The men would swing the two ropes and make clacking noises on the ground with them. The combination of dance and the rhythmic sounds of the ropes hitting the ground were compelling. Then one of the men took center stage and performed on his own for a good 10 minutes without any accompaniment other than two box drums that the other dancers drummed. At times he swung his ropes so fast that it was hard to believe that he wouldn't hit himself with the ropes. The audience was wowed.
The second act also had some dances between various couples that were exquisitely done. Strangely, the program never told us the names of the various dancers so I don't know who was who. It seemed that the female dancers especially were of varying degrees of virtuosi, one of them seemed more of a beginner than the others. Another was perfect, holding herself straight and haughty - the way you always picture tango dancers - her arms and hands casually elegant and her footwork impeccable.
Tango Buenos Aires has visited St. Louis a number of times previously. I always enjoy them when I get a chance to see them. I hope they come back the next time they tour.
Sunday, February 1, 2015
My January Reading
Well, 2015 started out strong on the reading front so I've decided to re-start my monthly summary of what I've been reading. If I read something that really strikes me (and if I have the time) I'll blog about that book separately. Although I enjoyed much of what I read this month, nothing hit me so strongly that I needed to drop everything and write about it. Here's what I read:
1. Kate Atkinson.
I've been wanting to read more Kate Atkinson ever since I read Life after Life last summer so I took the opportunity of my January "lull" in the workplace to do that. I discovered through Helen at She Reads Novels that Akinson has written a series of "sorta" detective novels. That seemed up my alley and a good way to ease back into reading. In January I read four of them: Case Histories, One Good Turn, When Will There be Good News, and Started Early, Took My Dog. I think those are all she has written in her series so far.
I call them "sorta" detective novels because they aren't really detective novels in the true sense of the word. They seem more like literary fiction that simply features a (somewhat reluctant) detective named Jackson Brodie. Former military and retired police, Brodie is more than up to whatever life throws at him. And Brodie is very fallible and at times can seem somewhat incompetent. In Case Histories he has set himself up as a private investigator and is approached to find missing persons and missing things. By the end of that novel he is able to retire completely but the next few books find him dragged into situations that require him to solve crimes. Atkinson seems just as much, if not more, interested in the other characters she creates as she is in Brodie and it usually takes a good 100 pages or so before she really gets us into a real plot. That was ok with me because plot is often the least important thing in a book to me. I admit, though, that her habit of spending a lot of time in characters' minds rather than on their actions does get a little tiring at times. But just about the time that I'm starting wonder if anything is ever going to happen, something unexpected happens. Case Histories is probably the weakest of the four novels and she gets better and better with each subsequent novel, probably because with each novel she strays further and further from the genre demands of detective fiction.
One of the things that I really liked about Life after Life was Atkinson's "voice" as a novelist, especially her devastating but understated sense of humor. That sense of humor is there in the Brodie books but less so in the first couple books than in the last two. Finally, in Started Early, Took my Dog she seems to have hit her stride and that same voice really comes out. One of my favorite lines was when she was describing Brodie's taste in books. He wasn't much of a guy for fiction. "What he had discovered was that the great novels of the world were about three things -- death, money and sex. Occasionally a whale."
On the whole I enjoyed this series and hopes she gives us more Jackson Brodie. I plan to look up her other novels this year and work my way through them.
2. Storm at the Edge of Time by Pamela F. Service. This may seem an odd choice for me to read, as it is really a children's book. I was drawn to it because the author has a background in archaeology and the story is set in the Orkney Islands, which I would like to visit some day. Three children, all from three different time periods, are drawn to a stone circle on one of the Orkney Islands and end up coming together through some kind of magic. They go on a quest through the time periods to find the three pieces of a broken magical staff that will save the world. Part of the story takes place in the last days of the Vikings, part takes place in current time and part takes place in the 26th century. As an adult I didn't find it particularly gripping but I think an 11 year old might like it.
3. The Warmth of Other Suns by Isabel Wilkerson. My book club chose this book and I was glad because I've been wanting to read it. Wilkerson won the National Book Critics Circle Award for Nonfiction a few years ago for this book. She tells the story of black migration from the American South to the rest of the United States in the years from about 1915 through 1970. Wilkerson primarily tells this long history by focusing on three individuals: Ida Mae Brandon Gladney, George Swanson Starling and Robert Joseph Pershing Foster.
Ida Mae was born in Mississippi where her family picked cotton. She moved up to industrial Chicago with her husband in the 1930's after a relative was beaten almost to death for a crime he didn't commit. Ida Mae was an uneducated woman who was hard working and seemed to be genuinely good person. George was from Florida where his people were fruit pickers. He got part of a college education before his father stopped paying for it. He moved New York in the 1940's when he was warned that he was going to by lynched for trying to gain more rights for the pickers. George got a job as a baggage handler on the east coast train lines. Robert Foster was born in Louisiana, became a doctor and moved to California in the 1950's because he thought there was more scope for him to succeed than there was in Louisiana. He was married to a woman from an upper class black Atlanta family. Robert eventually became the physician to Ray Charles.
The substance of the book is fascinating and thought provoking. Be warned that it is long - my paperback version is over 600 pages (although the pages after p. 538 are acknowledgements, notes, index, etc.) It took me a long time to get through, longer than I expected. My one complaint (and the one reason I kept putting it down) is that it is written in language that, to me, seemed to be at about the 6th grade level. Certainly a high school student could easily read this book and understand it. Most people would call it "accessible" and consider that a compliment. I, on the other hand, found myself bored by the style. For instance, here she is on the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor: "On the other side of the Earth, at a harbor in Hawaii, a bomb exploded. It was at a naval base. Pearl Harbor. People heard it on the radio, not knowing what it meant."
Almost all of the book is written in that style. You could easily read this book out loud to a child of seven (if you didn't mind reading to your child about lynchings and racism) and they would understand what they were hearing. Sometimes there will be interludes between the stories of Ida Mae, George and Bob that are written in normal, adult non-fiction style and I found myself flying through those parts. Most people will not have a problem with this and will probably consider it a plus, but for me it was sometimes excruciating and I just had to put it down and read something else written at an adult level. Besides that, however, I'm glad I read it.
4. Some Luck by Jane Smiley. The first book in a planned trilogy, Jane Smiley is telling a family saga. Interestingly, however, she doesn't tell it in an epic style. There is no narrative arc, things just happen. Every chapter is another year, beginning in 1920 and ending in 1953. In some ways the family experiences everything that happened to the country in that time period and in other ways they just skirted the edges. Within each chapter, the story is told in the third person, but shifting between the points of view of the various characters. Often the point of view is that of a child ... which I, truthfully, found mostly boring. But I liked the adult points of view, including the points of view of the adults who started out as children. I can't honestly say that I loved this novel. I love her writing style but I found the structure of the novel caused me difficulty engaging with the characters. But I enjoyed it enough that I'll read the next two books.
5. A Fine Summers Day by Charles Todd. The next in the Inspector Rutledge series, Todd goes back in time to before the Great War, before Rutledge became a victim of PTSD. I was doubtful about this, prequels often don't work. There is no suspense because we know what comes next. But this one does work. The future doesn't really matter for the story itself and seeing Rutledge as he was before the War makes Rutledge after the War much sadder. So far, the writing duo of Charles Todd, hasn't managed to create a woman character worthy of Rutledge but I wondered if maybe one of the female characters in this volume might come back later. And no, I don't mean the vapid fiance, Jean who of course is back.
6. The Children Act by Ian McEwan. I admit to being a big Ian McEwan fan. I like the way he strings sentences together and I usually like the settings of his novels. This one is set in the legal community of London. I spent some time in London during one trip wandering around near Lincoln's Inn and so I could picture some of the settings. It's not a long novel and I flew through it. Not my very favorite McEwan novel but I did enjoy it.
7. Poetry of the First World War: An Anthology edited by Tim Kendall. I've been working my way through the poems in this anthology for three or four months and finally finished it. My immediate take away was that it wasn't a surprise that, of the poets that survived the war, only Robert Graves really went on to great things. My second thought was that I really don't like most of the WWI poets. I was glad to find the Laurence Binyon poem, For the Fallen, from whence came the famous stanza: "They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them." I don't think I had ever read the entire poem before. But it ended up being symbolic of the entire set of poems. Certain lines in some of the poems struck me, very few entire poems touched me. I might, however, read some more Robert Graves.
1. Kate Atkinson.
I've been wanting to read more Kate Atkinson ever since I read Life after Life last summer so I took the opportunity of my January "lull" in the workplace to do that. I discovered through Helen at She Reads Novels that Akinson has written a series of "sorta" detective novels. That seemed up my alley and a good way to ease back into reading. In January I read four of them: Case Histories, One Good Turn, When Will There be Good News, and Started Early, Took My Dog. I think those are all she has written in her series so far.
I call them "sorta" detective novels because they aren't really detective novels in the true sense of the word. They seem more like literary fiction that simply features a (somewhat reluctant) detective named Jackson Brodie. Former military and retired police, Brodie is more than up to whatever life throws at him. And Brodie is very fallible and at times can seem somewhat incompetent. In Case Histories he has set himself up as a private investigator and is approached to find missing persons and missing things. By the end of that novel he is able to retire completely but the next few books find him dragged into situations that require him to solve crimes. Atkinson seems just as much, if not more, interested in the other characters she creates as she is in Brodie and it usually takes a good 100 pages or so before she really gets us into a real plot. That was ok with me because plot is often the least important thing in a book to me. I admit, though, that her habit of spending a lot of time in characters' minds rather than on their actions does get a little tiring at times. But just about the time that I'm starting wonder if anything is ever going to happen, something unexpected happens. Case Histories is probably the weakest of the four novels and she gets better and better with each subsequent novel, probably because with each novel she strays further and further from the genre demands of detective fiction.
One of the things that I really liked about Life after Life was Atkinson's "voice" as a novelist, especially her devastating but understated sense of humor. That sense of humor is there in the Brodie books but less so in the first couple books than in the last two. Finally, in Started Early, Took my Dog she seems to have hit her stride and that same voice really comes out. One of my favorite lines was when she was describing Brodie's taste in books. He wasn't much of a guy for fiction. "What he had discovered was that the great novels of the world were about three things -- death, money and sex. Occasionally a whale."
On the whole I enjoyed this series and hopes she gives us more Jackson Brodie. I plan to look up her other novels this year and work my way through them.
2. Storm at the Edge of Time by Pamela F. Service. This may seem an odd choice for me to read, as it is really a children's book. I was drawn to it because the author has a background in archaeology and the story is set in the Orkney Islands, which I would like to visit some day. Three children, all from three different time periods, are drawn to a stone circle on one of the Orkney Islands and end up coming together through some kind of magic. They go on a quest through the time periods to find the three pieces of a broken magical staff that will save the world. Part of the story takes place in the last days of the Vikings, part takes place in current time and part takes place in the 26th century. As an adult I didn't find it particularly gripping but I think an 11 year old might like it.
3. The Warmth of Other Suns by Isabel Wilkerson. My book club chose this book and I was glad because I've been wanting to read it. Wilkerson won the National Book Critics Circle Award for Nonfiction a few years ago for this book. She tells the story of black migration from the American South to the rest of the United States in the years from about 1915 through 1970. Wilkerson primarily tells this long history by focusing on three individuals: Ida Mae Brandon Gladney, George Swanson Starling and Robert Joseph Pershing Foster.
Ida Mae was born in Mississippi where her family picked cotton. She moved up to industrial Chicago with her husband in the 1930's after a relative was beaten almost to death for a crime he didn't commit. Ida Mae was an uneducated woman who was hard working and seemed to be genuinely good person. George was from Florida where his people were fruit pickers. He got part of a college education before his father stopped paying for it. He moved New York in the 1940's when he was warned that he was going to by lynched for trying to gain more rights for the pickers. George got a job as a baggage handler on the east coast train lines. Robert Foster was born in Louisiana, became a doctor and moved to California in the 1950's because he thought there was more scope for him to succeed than there was in Louisiana. He was married to a woman from an upper class black Atlanta family. Robert eventually became the physician to Ray Charles.
The substance of the book is fascinating and thought provoking. Be warned that it is long - my paperback version is over 600 pages (although the pages after p. 538 are acknowledgements, notes, index, etc.) It took me a long time to get through, longer than I expected. My one complaint (and the one reason I kept putting it down) is that it is written in language that, to me, seemed to be at about the 6th grade level. Certainly a high school student could easily read this book and understand it. Most people would call it "accessible" and consider that a compliment. I, on the other hand, found myself bored by the style. For instance, here she is on the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor: "On the other side of the Earth, at a harbor in Hawaii, a bomb exploded. It was at a naval base. Pearl Harbor. People heard it on the radio, not knowing what it meant."
Almost all of the book is written in that style. You could easily read this book out loud to a child of seven (if you didn't mind reading to your child about lynchings and racism) and they would understand what they were hearing. Sometimes there will be interludes between the stories of Ida Mae, George and Bob that are written in normal, adult non-fiction style and I found myself flying through those parts. Most people will not have a problem with this and will probably consider it a plus, but for me it was sometimes excruciating and I just had to put it down and read something else written at an adult level. Besides that, however, I'm glad I read it.
4. Some Luck by Jane Smiley. The first book in a planned trilogy, Jane Smiley is telling a family saga. Interestingly, however, she doesn't tell it in an epic style. There is no narrative arc, things just happen. Every chapter is another year, beginning in 1920 and ending in 1953. In some ways the family experiences everything that happened to the country in that time period and in other ways they just skirted the edges. Within each chapter, the story is told in the third person, but shifting between the points of view of the various characters. Often the point of view is that of a child ... which I, truthfully, found mostly boring. But I liked the adult points of view, including the points of view of the adults who started out as children. I can't honestly say that I loved this novel. I love her writing style but I found the structure of the novel caused me difficulty engaging with the characters. But I enjoyed it enough that I'll read the next two books.
5. A Fine Summers Day by Charles Todd. The next in the Inspector Rutledge series, Todd goes back in time to before the Great War, before Rutledge became a victim of PTSD. I was doubtful about this, prequels often don't work. There is no suspense because we know what comes next. But this one does work. The future doesn't really matter for the story itself and seeing Rutledge as he was before the War makes Rutledge after the War much sadder. So far, the writing duo of Charles Todd, hasn't managed to create a woman character worthy of Rutledge but I wondered if maybe one of the female characters in this volume might come back later. And no, I don't mean the vapid fiance, Jean who of course is back.
6. The Children Act by Ian McEwan. I admit to being a big Ian McEwan fan. I like the way he strings sentences together and I usually like the settings of his novels. This one is set in the legal community of London. I spent some time in London during one trip wandering around near Lincoln's Inn and so I could picture some of the settings. It's not a long novel and I flew through it. Not my very favorite McEwan novel but I did enjoy it.
7. Poetry of the First World War: An Anthology edited by Tim Kendall. I've been working my way through the poems in this anthology for three or four months and finally finished it. My immediate take away was that it wasn't a surprise that, of the poets that survived the war, only Robert Graves really went on to great things. My second thought was that I really don't like most of the WWI poets. I was glad to find the Laurence Binyon poem, For the Fallen, from whence came the famous stanza: "They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them." I don't think I had ever read the entire poem before. But it ended up being symbolic of the entire set of poems. Certain lines in some of the poems struck me, very few entire poems touched me. I might, however, read some more Robert Graves.
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Guess Who's Coming to Dinner
This weekend the Repertory Theatre of St. Louis is ending a very successful run of Todd Kreidler's play "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner" based on the screenplay for the 1967 Academy Award winning film Guess Who's Coming to Dinner by William Rose which starred Katherine Hepburn, Spencer Tracy and Syndey Poitier. I meant to write about it right after I saw it a couple of weeks ago but time got away from me.
As we saw a couple of years ago when NBC aired the stage version of "The Sound of Music" it's hard to stage a play that audiences know primarily from a very successful movie. The audience might object when scenes aren't exactly the same as the film scenes and the audience, who can watch a film performance over and over in this day of digital rentals, can object if the stage actors interpret roles even slightly differently than the screen actors. But in this case the Rep pulled it off very well.
For those who have never seen the film, the story takes place in a single day at the home of a wealthy white San Francisco couple, Matt and Christina Drayton. He is the editor of a newspaper with a liberal slant and she is the owner of an art gallery. Their only daughter JoAnna (Joey) comes home from a trip to Hawaii and brings a surprise - a fiance named John Prentice Jr. Prentice is a doctor with a worldwide reputation. But the real surprise to the white couple is that their daughter's new fiance is black. They also eventually meet Dr. Prentice's parents who Joey, as a further surprise, invites to dinner.
Although Matt and Christina have brought Joey up to believe all people are equal, no matter the color of their skin, they are taken aback that she intends to marry Dr. Prentice, perfect though he is in all ways. Matt, especially, is convinced that the couple is making a mistake in marrying because the world is not ready for an interracial couple and they can expect to receive abuse. The family's long time black maid, "Tillie", who feels that Joey is as much her daughter as the Drayton's, is also against the marriage and warns Dr. Prentice off. Finally, Prentice's parents are also completely taken aback and his father is dead set against the marriage.
The 1967 film, coming in the midst of the civil rights movement, was very popular. The staged version here in St. Louis, which because of Ferguson, has become the epicenter for a new civil rights movement, also proved popular. Although this production was planned long before Ferguson happened, the Rep took advantage of the additional interest by publishing a study guide, a play guide and a library resource list on their website. They also had a display in the theater lobby highlighting mixed race couples who live in the area.
After seeing the play, I rented the film. It had been at least 20 years (or more!) since I had seen it. I wanted to compare the stage adaptation to the original screenplay. A film can open up locations, of course, in a way that a play cannot. We see San Francisco, the airport, the streets, a drive in burger/soda shop, the art gallery that Christina owns. But it mostly takes place in Matt and Christina's beautiful home overlooking San Francisco bay. The Rep's three-quarter jut stage does not, of course, accommodate many changing sets but is tailor made for a one set play. The set design by Kevin Depenit is beautiful. The formal dining room in the rear, the California casual living room up stage and, along the edge of the stage, slightly lower than the living room, the "terrace". We never see the art gallery so, instead, Christina's assistant Hilary shows up at the house with pieces of art. The "big client" that Christina is to have lunch with is, in the stage version, supposed to come for lunch at the house. This gives Tillie time, on stage, to interact with not only Christina and Matt but with Hilary and let's us learn that she is opinionated. We like her and trust her opinions.
I wondered if I would be able to forget Tracey, Hepburn and Poitier's performances enough to enjoy the play. Margaret Daly and, perennial Rep favorite, Anderson Matthews played the roles differently but I soon was swept away by their performances. I completely believed in them and the movie versions left my mind. Richard Prioleau, as John Prentice, was also very good but I never could quite get Syndey Poitier out of my mind. I think he was somewhat hampered by the actress who played Joey.
Joey is a difficult part, especially in 2015 when upper class white women just don't get married young as much as they did in the 1960's and when getting married to a man they just met is hard to fathom. I couldn't remember who played Joey in the movie (it was Katherine Hepburn's niece, Katherine Houghton) so I wasn't comparing Shannon Marie Sullivan's performance to anyone's. I did think her portrayal was the weakest in the show - through much of it I kept thinking "You are far too young to get married to anyone." In fact, I kept thinking that Matt Drayton shouldn't even have to focus on whether he was ok with his daughter marrying Dr. Prentice particularly, but just focus on the fact that she shouldn't get married AT ALL yet. I wondered if I would feel the same way re-watching the movie. I did, but only slightly. Only on principal, not based on the performances. I completely bought that "movie Joey" knew what she was doing and was completely in love with this man in an adult way whereas I thought Sullivan's Joey seemed young, flighty and possibly in love with the idea of love.
When I went back to watch the film I wondered if Sydney Poitier would live up to my memory of him from watching the film 20+ years ago. And he did. Wow, did he. He really was fabulous. It is a subtle performance that includes his body language and his eyes. Of course, these things are easier to do on film than on stage. But not every screen actor could carry it off the way Poitier did. And watching Poitier and Houghton interact in the film, especially after seeing the interaction between the characters in the play, I was struck by how well Poitier and Houghton conveyed a couple in love by the little touches that passed between them and the way their eyes would meet. It was all very natural - but, again, naturalness is easier to catch on film than it is to portray on stage.
The other supporting players in the stage version were very good. All in all it was an enjoyable and thought provoking evening of theater. What is sad is that while so much has changed, legally, so little has changed socially - at least so little has changed here in St. Louis. A white liberal family today, one who believes that all people are equal no matter the color of their skin, probably would still be concerned if a family member was to marry someone of another race -- because they know that society is still going to make it hard on them.
As we saw a couple of years ago when NBC aired the stage version of "The Sound of Music" it's hard to stage a play that audiences know primarily from a very successful movie. The audience might object when scenes aren't exactly the same as the film scenes and the audience, who can watch a film performance over and over in this day of digital rentals, can object if the stage actors interpret roles even slightly differently than the screen actors. But in this case the Rep pulled it off very well.
For those who have never seen the film, the story takes place in a single day at the home of a wealthy white San Francisco couple, Matt and Christina Drayton. He is the editor of a newspaper with a liberal slant and she is the owner of an art gallery. Their only daughter JoAnna (Joey) comes home from a trip to Hawaii and brings a surprise - a fiance named John Prentice Jr. Prentice is a doctor with a worldwide reputation. But the real surprise to the white couple is that their daughter's new fiance is black. They also eventually meet Dr. Prentice's parents who Joey, as a further surprise, invites to dinner.
Although Matt and Christina have brought Joey up to believe all people are equal, no matter the color of their skin, they are taken aback that she intends to marry Dr. Prentice, perfect though he is in all ways. Matt, especially, is convinced that the couple is making a mistake in marrying because the world is not ready for an interracial couple and they can expect to receive abuse. The family's long time black maid, "Tillie", who feels that Joey is as much her daughter as the Drayton's, is also against the marriage and warns Dr. Prentice off. Finally, Prentice's parents are also completely taken aback and his father is dead set against the marriage.
The 1967 film, coming in the midst of the civil rights movement, was very popular. The staged version here in St. Louis, which because of Ferguson, has become the epicenter for a new civil rights movement, also proved popular. Although this production was planned long before Ferguson happened, the Rep took advantage of the additional interest by publishing a study guide, a play guide and a library resource list on their website. They also had a display in the theater lobby highlighting mixed race couples who live in the area.
After seeing the play, I rented the film. It had been at least 20 years (or more!) since I had seen it. I wanted to compare the stage adaptation to the original screenplay. A film can open up locations, of course, in a way that a play cannot. We see San Francisco, the airport, the streets, a drive in burger/soda shop, the art gallery that Christina owns. But it mostly takes place in Matt and Christina's beautiful home overlooking San Francisco bay. The Rep's three-quarter jut stage does not, of course, accommodate many changing sets but is tailor made for a one set play. The set design by Kevin Depenit is beautiful. The formal dining room in the rear, the California casual living room up stage and, along the edge of the stage, slightly lower than the living room, the "terrace". We never see the art gallery so, instead, Christina's assistant Hilary shows up at the house with pieces of art. The "big client" that Christina is to have lunch with is, in the stage version, supposed to come for lunch at the house. This gives Tillie time, on stage, to interact with not only Christina and Matt but with Hilary and let's us learn that she is opinionated. We like her and trust her opinions.
I wondered if I would be able to forget Tracey, Hepburn and Poitier's performances enough to enjoy the play. Margaret Daly and, perennial Rep favorite, Anderson Matthews played the roles differently but I soon was swept away by their performances. I completely believed in them and the movie versions left my mind. Richard Prioleau, as John Prentice, was also very good but I never could quite get Syndey Poitier out of my mind. I think he was somewhat hampered by the actress who played Joey.
Joey is a difficult part, especially in 2015 when upper class white women just don't get married young as much as they did in the 1960's and when getting married to a man they just met is hard to fathom. I couldn't remember who played Joey in the movie (it was Katherine Hepburn's niece, Katherine Houghton) so I wasn't comparing Shannon Marie Sullivan's performance to anyone's. I did think her portrayal was the weakest in the show - through much of it I kept thinking "You are far too young to get married to anyone." In fact, I kept thinking that Matt Drayton shouldn't even have to focus on whether he was ok with his daughter marrying Dr. Prentice particularly, but just focus on the fact that she shouldn't get married AT ALL yet. I wondered if I would feel the same way re-watching the movie. I did, but only slightly. Only on principal, not based on the performances. I completely bought that "movie Joey" knew what she was doing and was completely in love with this man in an adult way whereas I thought Sullivan's Joey seemed young, flighty and possibly in love with the idea of love.
When I went back to watch the film I wondered if Sydney Poitier would live up to my memory of him from watching the film 20+ years ago. And he did. Wow, did he. He really was fabulous. It is a subtle performance that includes his body language and his eyes. Of course, these things are easier to do on film than on stage. But not every screen actor could carry it off the way Poitier did. And watching Poitier and Houghton interact in the film, especially after seeing the interaction between the characters in the play, I was struck by how well Poitier and Houghton conveyed a couple in love by the little touches that passed between them and the way their eyes would meet. It was all very natural - but, again, naturalness is easier to catch on film than it is to portray on stage.
The other supporting players in the stage version were very good. All in all it was an enjoyable and thought provoking evening of theater. What is sad is that while so much has changed, legally, so little has changed socially - at least so little has changed here in St. Louis. A white liberal family today, one who believes that all people are equal no matter the color of their skin, probably would still be concerned if a family member was to marry someone of another race -- because they know that society is still going to make it hard on them.
Saturday, January 3, 2015
New Local Bookstore - The Novel Neighbor
One of the saddest things to happen in the 21st Century is the demise of local independent bookshops. My favorite nearby local bookshop, Puddn'head Books, closed a year or so ago. Then the downtown branch of Left Bank Books closed. I still go to the original Left Bank Books in the Central West End but not as often as I probably should because, well, I don't live in the West End.
As I said when Puddn'head Books opened: "The bookstore of my imagination is small, with a friendly proprietor who likes the kind of books I like, in an easily accessed location with a lot of books that excite me."
I am excited to tell you that Webster Groves has a new independent bookstore called The Novel Neighbor at the corner of Dale and Big Bend. I missed the announcement but my sister had heard about it from a friend of hers so we went to check it out last week. It's a charming little store that sits on a street corner and has decent parking. It's not only a bookstore - which is probably good in this economy. As its website says:
The selection of books is not incredibly large (which is very wise of her) but in looking through the shelves, they were "my" kind of books. So I know that I'll never have trouble finding something there. And she'll order what she doesn't have.
One thing I loved is that she is partially funded through kickstarter and she allows some of her funders to have special shelves where they can tell the world what kind of books they like. I have to say that her backers have the same taste in books that I do!
I really hope the community supports this store. I don't live in Webster Groves but I live nearby. If any community in the St. Louis area should be able to support a local bookseller, it should be Webster and environs.
Check it out: The Novel Neighbor, 7905 Big Bend Boulevard, Webster Groves Missouri 63119
7905 Big Bend Blvd. Webster Groves MO 63119
As I said when Puddn'head Books opened: "The bookstore of my imagination is small, with a friendly proprietor who likes the kind of books I like, in an easily accessed location with a lot of books that excite me."
I am excited to tell you that Webster Groves has a new independent bookstore called The Novel Neighbor at the corner of Dale and Big Bend. I missed the announcement but my sister had heard about it from a friend of hers so we went to check it out last week. It's a charming little store that sits on a street corner and has decent parking. It's not only a bookstore - which is probably good in this economy. As its website says:
The Novel Neighbor is a unique concept and space that carries new adult and childrens’ books, unique works from local artists (including our own “artist(s) in residence”). We offer an amazing community space for book clubs, classes, author events, after-school activities, tastings, parties, showers, and more! We also, include cozy areas for reading – and a fantastic kids’ section with plenty of materials for little ones (and those grown) to read, experience, and explore.We met the owner, Holland, who was just lovely. And passionate about what she is doing. She realizes she needs a business plan built on diversity to bring people into the store. It worked with us because my sister heard about the store from a local photographer-friend of hers. The shop has a nice community-use space and they plan to have some really interesting speakers in the evening. I'm definitely going to check that out.
The selection of books is not incredibly large (which is very wise of her) but in looking through the shelves, they were "my" kind of books. So I know that I'll never have trouble finding something there. And she'll order what she doesn't have.
One thing I loved is that she is partially funded through kickstarter and she allows some of her funders to have special shelves where they can tell the world what kind of books they like. I have to say that her backers have the same taste in books that I do!
I really hope the community supports this store. I don't live in Webster Groves but I live nearby. If any community in the St. Louis area should be able to support a local bookseller, it should be Webster and environs.
Check it out: The Novel Neighbor, 7905 Big Bend Boulevard, Webster Groves Missouri 63119
7905 Big Bend Blvd. Webster Groves MO 63119
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