Pagliacci – opera as meditation on life and art

The Austin Lyric Opera‘s production of Pagliacci was a beautiful and heartbreaking performance and reminds me once again how lucky Austin is to be a small city with big-city artistic drive. I am an opera neophyte and freely admit it, so if someone has a more informed criticism of the performances I am sure they will be more useful than mine, but you know what — I still think the singers were extraordinary. Danielle Pastin was fantastic as Nedda and Carl Tanner as Canio was amazing as well. Check out Carl Tanner’s blog — just a good ol’ boy who liked to sing in the shower and became a world-acclaimed tenor.

And oh, the set! I think the audience gasped when the curtain rose. And ALO must have an arrangement with the Austin children’s choir. The last opera I went to see was La Boheme and they had many kids from the choir as extras as well. Way to get kids involved in classical music!

The Long Center is perfect too — my friend and I took in the Austin skyline from the Long Center along with the other show-goers and the view is gorgeous.

I sort of knew the story of Pagliacci before I saw the opera, but was not prepared for the nuances. The opera is a commentary on art and commedia dell’arte. We laugh at the infidelity portrayed in the stories of Columbine and Harlequin. Oh those silly clowns! But the infidelity is real in the framing story, and the heartbreak and betrayal is real too. And since this is opera, this doesn’t end well.

Opera is so stylized, it’s hard to create an intimate connection between characters and story and audience — the gestures are large, the singing is big, and stories are oversized. But Pagliacci achieves nuance. In the scene in which the actors are acting in the comedy, the real infidelity looms over them, and Canio breaks out his role as clown and addresses his unfaithful wife directly. The audience on the stage reacts with confusion; the audience in the theater gets to react too, and see all the pain and unhappiness and resulting bloodshed.

I wonder if this is the first (possibly only) time that opera was used as a way to comment on theater itself. After all, what is commmedia del arte but opera writ small, so small that it fits in a single wagon for a one night show? And what does it say about us that we are willing to laugh about heartbreak in one venue but not in another?

 

 

 

NaNoWriMo one more time

I wasn’t going to mention NaNo this year. I swear. But TIME started it, by referencing my No No NaNoWriMo sentiments of previous years, so I guess you can blame the mainstream media.

NaNoWriMo: Is National Novel Writing Month a Literary Threat or Menace?

I’m not the only one who views NaNo with trepidation or a jaundiced eye. Check out some of the quotes from the other naysayers. Author Graeme McMillan comes out on the side of NaNo, despite it all. He’s wrong, of course. While I’ve mellowed and no longer think NaNo is a scourge upon the face of literature, I still think it’s a bad way to try to write a novel. And if you are doing NaNo, just stop it. Don’t kid yourself. Write your novel but don’t gimmick it up. Take it seriously, take joy in the work, create — you don’t need the NaNo hype.

So there you have it — the NaNo continues.

In other news, I was away last week and sick-ish* this week, hence the blog silence. I used my time away to get some quality writing time in along the Frio River in the Texas Hill Country. Let me tell you, there is something about writing on a porch overlooking the beautiful Frio, the trees changing color as faintly as they do here in Texas (it’s more subdued than in the north but is still lovely, like Lothlorien, all gold and fading green).

This trip is an annual one — one of my friends organizes it and calls it Mommy Camp. There is a “bad mommy” cabin and a “quiet” cabin. I had the best of both worlds. I roomed in the quiet cabin (and wrote on the porch there) and hung out at the bad mommy cabin, and all in all, it worked out well.

Now I’m feeling well, going to see Pagliacci tonight and so looking forward to it, you have no idea. This is Austin Lyric Opera‘s production.

*Not enough to keep from going to work, just enough to sap my energy