Friday, December 31, 2021

"The Heron's Cry" by Ann Cleeves: #2 in the Two Rivers Series

It's a great moment in any crime novel when the detective realizes, "Oh, I've been looking at this all wrong." There's a sudden burst of energy, maybe a laugh, like when you suddenly notice the little detail that makes a cartoon funny.    

Before that moment blows us away in The Heron's Cry (New York: Minotaur Books, 2021), Ann Cleeves diverts us with characters we mostly like, pursuing suspects we mostly don't.

One significance of the title is how her chief detective Matthew Venn makes his husband think of a heron "just willing to wait. Entirely focused on their prey [and] silent. I'm never quite sure what you're thinking" (236). We do know what he's thinking, how he questions himself silently even while he's questioning a witness or directing his team.

Ditto, the team, detectives named Jen and Ross. Cleeves alternates chapters among these three detectives as they investigate the murder of a wealthy do-gooder. They have complementary strengths -- Jen's intuition and emotional sensitivity, Matthew's cerebral doggedness, and Ross's ready - for - action - and - then - can - we - go - home - please impatience. Already, two books into the series, they are influencing each other.

(BTW - My strongest emotional memories from other books by Cleeves involve the lead detectives' seconds: a young police detective who realizes suddenly that his daughter is in danger, and a diffident country cop who overcomes self-doubt on a mission to London and does just the right thing.)

Our interest in the detectives is one feature that keeps us reading; interest in the cohort around the victim is another. The victim is a benefactor of the arts. We meet a pair of artists dependent on his generosity, and his daughter, whose glass sculptures are weaponized in his murder and another. There's a curious couple who are sort of tenants, sort of live-in servants.

Many of the characters relate to suicides that happened long before this story starts. The murder victim was involved in suicide prevention counseling. The detectives uncover a web-based community that encourages dark ideations.

As this second novel in the Two Rivers series explores issues around suicide, the first one explored questions surrounding adults with intellectual disabilities, their safety and independence. In both novels, the themes emerge naturally from the situations. While there's no authorial preaching, we do develop empathy for people with different perspectives. Such themes give resonance to a genre that can be just an exercise in puzzles and procedures.

I'm looking for more stories to happen in Venn's town of North Devon, between two rivers.

Wednesday, December 29, 2021

Virtual Bike Ride on Maine Street

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287 miles from Boston to Bar Harbor
November 21 - December 29, 2020
After my visit to Bar Harbor in July 2013, I wrote how different things are in Maine,
where billboards evidently aren't allowed, where pine trees are shaped like Christmas trees, and white-barked birches fill forests; where my friend Suzanne and I drove 100 miles without seeing traffic, a truck stop, a shopping mall, or McDonald's. These are high on my list of things I don't want in my life any more.
I hear that's a common reaction. A Mainard on NPR said that many people move to Maine for a life of picturesque isolation and leave after one winter.

That would be me. My doctored selfie shows Bar Harbor's Main Street during this week when the temperature there never topped 34 degrees Fahrenheit. I purchased that sweatshirt from Acadia National Park nearby when the summer air was a little too cool for me at the summit of Cadillac Mountain. This week, I had to wear it riding because my actual location northwest of Atlanta was gripped by temperatures in the lower 60s. While Bar Harbor's tourism office VisitBarHarbor.com makes winter there sound great, I'm okay with virtual travel.

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Monday, December 27, 2021

A Silent "Silent Night" & Other Tales from Omicron Christmas

We kept silent during "Silent Night" at the Christmas Eve service. Paul Kelley, organist at St. James Episcopal Church, had rehearsed lots of music with the choir, but the Omicron variant's rampage through our county made it prudent for us to confine exhalations to our own socially-distanced spaces. He added chimes to the melody for a consolation.

Though the advent of Omicron overwhelmed the Advent that our rector Father Roger Allen had planned, he still produced messages for the season that I was glad to hear.

The angels' proclamation to the shepherds to "Fear not!" certainly seems like something we need to hear this year, Father Roger said. He brought us an apposite reflection by author Philip Yancey about how he takes great effort to care for the fish in his salt-water aquarium, yet they dart for cover every time he approaches. He wants them to "fear not." He thinks, if he could only become one of them, they might understand. Father Roger offered this as a good analogy for the Incarnation of God in Bethlehem.

After the sermon, Fr. Roger explained his rationale for canceling plans for a pageant, choir, guest musicians, bells, and lots of congregational hymns. Some parishioners told him they were annoyed, while others were relieved not to be caught between leeriness of exposure and reluctance to let the choir down (that describes me). He read an apt portion of a children's book, referring to himself as the Grinch observing how denizens of Whoville celebrate even without the decorations, gifts, and bells.

After that evening's services, Paul went home expecting to have late dinner prepared by his adult son, but, no. Apologizing, the son ordered pizza instead -- and the delivery boy turned out to be his older brother, who had come in from Baltimore to surprise their dad. Happy ending!

On Christmas Day, Father Roger told the story of a vicar who accosted a parishioner after the Christmas Eve service, saying "We need you to serve in the army of Christ!" The man assured the vicar he did serve. "Then how is it we see you only Christmas and Easter?" The man whispered, "I'm in the Secret Service!" Father Roger encouraged us not to keep our faith secret.

In the same vein, he asked us to think about gifts that we've given. How were they received? With surprise? joy? thanks? Or did the receiver seem distracted? Did they take the gift as just something due? The Incarnation is a gift -- how are we receiving it? Good question, because we know how we feel when the gift doesn't get the reaction we expected. We can have a little empathy for our heavenly Father and try to do better.

Finally, Father Roger gifted us with something he saw Christmas Eve. While Paul played "Silent Night" for a silent congregation, a family in the back followed along in sign language.

Two More Christmas Gifts
Mom's facility had to cancel their Christmas buffet, but sister Kim and I were able to enjoy salmon, potatoes, and chocolate cake with Mom in her room.

The next day, Sunday, I went to the early service, something I rarely do, because my weather app told me there'd be three hours of warm sunshine in the early afternoon, a great gift for a cyclist.

Find a list of my other articles covering our experiences over the past decade in my page Dementia Diary, and a lot more about church at my page Those Crazy Episcopalians

Friday, December 24, 2021

Falling in Love with West Side Story -- Again

Before I could read, I thrilled to Mom's LP from the 1961 movie West Side Story. Leonard Bernstein's music created tension and Stephen Sondheim's lyrics were scary -- Something's coming,/ I don't know what it is, but it is...down the block, on a beach, under a tree, then it's at the door, where I prayed silently, "Don't open the latch!" I imagined it was the Blob.

After TV aired the film in my 6th grade year, my friends and I listened to the music for weeks. This musical wasn't kids' stuff; this was serious!

After studying Shakespeare, I appreciated how the playwright Arthur Laurents had adapted Romeo and Juliet.

But then it became cliché, subject to parody; gun violence made Jets and Sharks look tame; and, while I never stopped loving Bernstein's music, hearing his West Side Story suite on public radio every blessed request day grew tiresome. Steven Spielberg's remake seemed a bad idea: I believed the material had lost its freshness and its edge.

[PHOTO: Alvarez, DeBose, Spielberg, Zegler, Elgort]

Fresh
The cast of Spielberg's West Side Story makes the characters fresh. Michael Faist, a lean and hungry "Riff" displays bravado for his gang "the Jets" but his deep vulnerability comes out in bitterness when his closest friend "Tony" (Ansel Elgort) seems to have outgrown the gang -- and him. From a bit of background added to the dialogue, we know that Tony is the closest thing he has to family. Like Shakespeare's "Mercutio," Riff jokes right up to the moment of his death, but Faist delivers quips as challenges. Riff's silent response to a loaded gun makes an old man laugh, but Faist is intense, not funny.

On the other side of the white-Puerto Rican divide that defines the story, David Alvarez plays "Bernardo" as a boxer who's as quick to laugh as to fight, always dressed to impress. Alvarez is a fine singer and great dancer, but it was his "gravitas" that impressed Spielberg. While Riff sang that being a Jet makes him "a family man," Bernardo revels in his actual family, delighting in his lover "Anita" (Ariana DeBose), protective and fond of his little sister "Maria" (Rachel Zegler). His confrontation with both women at breakfast is unexpectedly funny: as he tries to be the strong and wise paterfamilias, they pick apart his decrees, and he's reduced to spluttering into his scrambled eggs.

When Tony and Maria fall in love at first sight, as hackneyed as that could be, the actors' wide-eyed surprise and joy land the moment. During their awkward dialogue and an elegant dance behind the bleachers, we fall in love with them. There's magic in the camera work, too, as dozens of frenetic dancers between them seem to fade away. Bernstein's music underscores the moment by a sudden shift from super-heated Mambo to a gentle cha-cha-cum-minuet. The actors prolong that magical moment when they sing the familiar songs "Maria" and "Tonight" as beautifully as I've ever heard (around 50 versions), high notes and harmony expressing their exuberance.

We're enchanted. Although we know they're all doomed, we're lured into a hope that it'll all work out for those kids this time.

Sharp Edges
To sharpen the edge of Arthur Laurents's original script, scenarist Tony Kushner and director Spielberg redefine the context for the gang war. This time, the turf they're fighting for is marked for demolition to make way for Lincoln Center -- the very same abandoned streets where the 1961 film was shot. For the first image of the film, a camera tracks along yards and yards of wreckage on the ground until suddenly, a door opens upward and Jets climb out. We're disoriented; and so in a way are the Jets, as Spanish has replaced English in streets they used to know. Their own futures are closing shut. Police Lieutenant Shrank berates them as nogood sons of the only immigrants who ever failed to advance out of the neighborhood. When they sing that they rule "the whole ever mother lovin' street," they're posed like fighters, kings of the hill -- but the actual hill is rubble. The story isn't just boys' behaving badly; it's existential despair.

The Puerto Ricans, on the other hand, are upwardly mobile. Bernardo, Anita, and Maria all have jobs, nice clothes, and plans for the future. Bernardo has promised Maria to an awkward young man named Chino, whom he bars from the gang to save him for college. Bernardo plans a return to Puerto Rico with money and children, but Anita has sights on building a business in New York. Their playful banter develops in the song "America," a witty catalog of the obstacles they're overcoming. Always a show-stopper, the song in this context expands to involve their entire community in a celebratory dance. Even the traffic is choreographed: three cars hit their brakes on three successive beats of a measure!

[Ariana DeBose and David Alvarez as "Anita" and "Bernardo"]

Song and Dance
The music is sharp as ever, due in part to a choice Bernstein made back in 1957. The first two notes we hear are three whole steps apart, an interval we don't hear much in popular music. Called the "tritone," it's a musical edge, a literal tipping point between fa and sol in the familiar scale. Because we are conditioned to hear the note tip towards one note or the other, the repetition of the tritone makes us as tense as if we saw a tightrope artist waver. This effect made "Something's Coming" scary for me as a kid, as the tritone repeats in the accompaniment and the melody. The first two syllables of "Maria" make a tritone; it's the basis for "Cool," and it even peppers the comic song "Gee, Officer Krupke." The tritone lurks in almost every number.

Yet Bernstein's music can be exuberant and joyful, as in "America" and "Tonight," or tender, as when Tony and Maria sing "One Hand, One Heart," their voices overlapping on the ominous lyric, "Even death won't part us now." Anita's furious aria "A Boy Like That" is pitched in her highest range, close to screaming at Maria with the full force of Gustavo Dudamel and the New York Philharmonic behind her, making very sweet and very sad the moment when her fury melts into harmony with Maria's anthem, "I Have a Love."

All the dances flirt with fighting, and all the fights teeter on the edge of ballet. In Jerome Robbins' original choreography, the song "Cool" is a highlight, as the Jets try to hold it together after the fatal rumble. In this version, "Cool" is re-imagined as a confrontation between Riff and Tony. When Tony calls Riff a "yo-yo schoolboy" in a bid to prevent the rumble, he's only deepening the rift between the young men. The dance grows out of a dangerous game of keep-away with Riff's loaded gun.

[PHOTO: Faist and Elgort as "Riff" and "Tony"]
In the 1961 movie, "Gee, Officer Krupke" is comic relief. With slapstick staging, the boys mock the runaround they get from the authorities in their lives. It always had a subtext of anger, but this version, set in the police station, brings rage close to the surface. The horseplay is aggressive, even vicious.

Other choices by Spielberg and Kushner palliate faults that have embarrassed Sondheim since 1957.

  • In "Maria," young lyricist Sondheim gave the actor nothing to do but stand and repeat that he liked the young woman's name -- because, what else does Tony know about her? Exasperated, the director Jerome Robbins told Sondheim to stage it himself. (Sondheim learned from then on to write every song with action in mind.) For this version, Spielberg follows Elgort as he strides through the nighttime streets exulting at the top of his lungs. In gentle homage to "Singing in the Rain," there's a puddle for splashing and a street cleaner who looks askance at the singer.
  • I've seen Sondheim shudder at his overripe poetry, "Today the world was just an address / a place for me to live in / no better than alright." The words of the song "Tonight" haven't changed, but it's okay if they're a bit over-the-top because Spielberg and Kushner go back to Shakespeare to punch up the comedy in this updated balcony scene. Like Romeo, Tony has to beat obstacle after obstacle to get a kiss: the neighbors can hear them, the fire escape is out of his reach, there's a grille in their way. Like Juliet, Maria is worried but kind of enjoying his plight, and she forgets why she called him to come back. Because they're a little foolish in this situation, their fond lyrics are forgivable. It helps that the first line of this song, "Only you / you're the only one I see" is what we experienced when they met, and that the line is doubly poignant when we hear it again later.
  • Sondheim was proud of clever rhymes he fit to Bernstein's lilting waltz for Maria, "I Feel Pretty," before Sheldon Harnick (lyricist for She Loves Me and Fiddler) pointed out that a girl learning English shouldn't sound like a guest in Noel Coward's living room. Bernstein didn't care about that, so the words remained. But Spielberg and Kushner make it right by finding a credible way to set the song in a place very much like Noel Coward's living room. I was delighted, and I think Sondheim was, too, because he told Steven Colbert he loved the ways that songs were re-imagined for the movie.
  • Sondheim regretted that, given the music for "Somewhere," he set his least significant syllable on a high half note, giving it ridiculous prominence: "There's AAAAA place for us." As this is the go-to song for classical musicians' pop concerts, I've heard lots of opera singers go full-throttle on that "a." For this remake, Kushner gives the song to "Valentina," a new character who replaces the shopkeeper "Doc" from the original script. As Doc's widow, Valentina is Tony's employer, surrogate mother, and confidante (he sings "Something's Coming" to her). She's also Puerto Rican. When things are going wrong, this little old lady sings "Somewhere" alone in her shop, gazing at a photo of herself with her husband, expressing her hopes for Tony and Maria. In that setting, the actress can under-sing the melody and act it, instead. Kushner wrote this part for Rita Moreno, who won an Oscar for playing "Anita" in 1961.
Many iconic moments are left as they were in 1961, barely re-touched, such as the "Jet Song," the final scene, and my personal favorite, the "Tonight" Quintet. That was my first exposure to the technique of layering multiple characters' perspectives in one slam-bang number, cutting from Jets, to Sharks, to Anita anticipating a hot night, to Tony and Maria foolishly believing they can stop the violence.

Spielberg has said that he loved the original; he has made me love this material again. I want everyone else to love it, too. Ecstatic reviews didn't draw big audiences to theatres in its first two weeks; my hope is that this film will get the audience it deserves in time.

Monday, December 06, 2021

New Opera "Eurydice": Something Nice

On December 4, the Met broadcast in HD the new opera Eurydice, music by Matthew Aucoin, libretto by Sarah Ruhl, based on her play of the same name. The title character's name appears to combine the prefix eu- meaning "pleasant" with dice meaning "speech," reminding me of Mom's dictum, "if you don't have something nice to say, don't say it." So I'll be writing mostly about the captivating first hour.

Matthew Aucoin's orchestral prelude instantly created an atmosphere with delicate colors, a propulsive pulse, and ominous shifts of harmony.

The first moments with the title character and her lover Orpheus on a beach were sweet and a little puzzling in a way that intrigued us. Orpheus seems at first to be mute, drawing Eurydice's attention to the flight of birds with a sweep of his hand; she translates. Once a winged double for Orpheus descends from above, Orpheus and his muse sing his thoughts in harmony, Orpheus a baritone, his double a counter-tenor. By this very effective conceit, we understand that, while Orpheus may be affectionate and devoted to Eurydice, his attention is divided between his love and his music. For the rest of the opera, the energy in the interaction of these two voices generates a lot of good will.

[PHOTO: Eurydice, Orpheus, and his double.]

The story is well-known, so we appreciate the significance when Eurydice, teasing her lover, makes him walk ahead of her without looking back. Moments later, he sweetly ties a string around her ring finger to remind her of his love always. When string appears again in this story of loss and memory, we remember, and it's telling.

Another great invention of the librettist is to show us Eurydice's late father in the underworld. Having evaded his prescribed bath in the river of forgetfulness, the father retains his literacy and his love for Eurydice. Though he writes his daughter a tender blessing for her wedding day, he cannot deliver it. The plight of this character and, later, his care for Eurydice in the underworld, are strongly affecting throughout the opera, right up to his last words.

Hades, lord of the underworld, gets laughs for being so over-the-top creepy. Played by tenor Barry Banks, he's a plump and pasty bald man dressed like a Rat Pack wannabe. He seduces Eurydice to his swinging 60s bachelor pad, offering to show her a letter from her father. I've read on the website that he engineers her falling down the stairs to her death, a little detail that I totally missed.

In an interview backstage with host Renee Fleming, Banks admitted that he's challenged by a vocal part for which no entrance is lower than B-flat, but he also enthused about the logic and singability of the composer's lines.

The backstage interviews before the curtain and at intermission are always a highlight of these HD productions. These professionals are so collegial, and occasionally goofy in a gee-whiz-I'm-on-screen-with-all-these-great-stars kind of way. The principals and creative team expressed their appreciation for the music and libretto, and also their commitment to the project.

After intermission, the story went to hell. Still trying to say something nice, I'll list some intriguing themes that emerged:

  • The language of stones
  • The power of written language. Sometimes characters who seemed puzzled by pages of a letter stood on the paper, perhaps suggesting the limits of written language.
  • Memory loss. Some of the interactions in the underworld were like those that I see in my mom's memory care facility.
  • A woman's conflicting feelings for two men in her life, her father and husband.
  • The nature of love for a creative artist.
  • Loss.

Finally, I'll say something nice about a different musical theatre piece, Passion by James Lapine and Stephen Sondheim. Like this opera, its story is schematic, its characters on the edge of being mere illustrations of a theme: a soldier in love with a healthy beautiful woman whose name means "light" gradually comes to love a sickly repulsive woman whose name means "dark." On NPR's Fresh Air, Lapine explained the pains that he, Sondheim, and the cast took to help their audience to understand the characters' motivations for this unlikely story.

Like Passion did, this opera may need some tweaking. I'd work backwards from the moment in the libretto when Eurydice is asked to explain why, at the climactic moment of decision, she did what she did, and she answers, "I don't know." I felt cheated. I don't have anything nice to say about that.

Eurydice
Music by Matthew Aucoin, libretto by Sarah Ruhl, based on her play Eurydice
Conductor...Yannick Nézet-Séguin
Eurydice...Erin Morley
Orpheus's Double...Jakub Józef Orliński
Hades...Barry Banks
Orpheus...Joshua Hopkins
Father...Nathan Berg