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It's not a complete survey by any means, but focuses instead on a few of the epochal scripts, productions, and theaters in Irish history, with an especially unusual -- albeit fascinating -- focus on theater riots; it sometimes seems like one of the distinguishing elements about a really good Irish play is that the audience will riot after it. Sometimes they'll riot during it, leaving stagehands barricaded in the costume room with guns as rioters smash furniture to build a fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Theater riots aren't unique to Ireland, of course, but this is the first book of theater history that puts them at the forefront of the narrative, and this is, in part, because Morash's central thesis in the book is that Irish theater has been the staging ground for the development of Irish identity and politics. Never mind that the theaters for the first half of the 20th century would frequently mount cowboy melodramas and blackface reviews -- those get mentioned but rarely examined. No, this book is an examination of the tricky subject of national identity, and, as in the case of Ireland, when that identity is formed in opposition to an occupying empire, things are liable to get a bit heated. There was, for instance, the Theatre of Ireland, a fiercely nationalistic offshoot of the Abbey, which would lose almost all of its founders to death or prison after the Easter Rising. In that sort of atmosphere, theater riots can't simply be dismissed as a footnote to theater history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this lens, the book offers a really interesting look at the history of Irish theater, which can sometimes be presented as merely an intriguing literary tale of an island in the Atlantic with an unexpected talent for producing playwrights. No, in Morash's version, even the Irish playwrights who worked outside Ireland -- and there were a lot of them -- wrestled with how to stage the Irish identity. Of course, that means that all sorts of productions that don't directly address Irish politics or identity get left by the wayside in this book, so we see, as an example, playwright Dion Boucicault represented through plays like The Colleen Bawn and The Shaughraun, both of which have explicityly Irish content, but hear very little about his less-specifically Irish melodramas, such as The Poor of New York and The Streets of London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if Morash has expanded the scope of his book to address those sorts of plays, the book would have been several thousand pages, at the very least, and he wisely keeps a tight focus on plays and historical events that assisted in or struggled with the development of an Irish national identity. 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I can't tell you precisely what sort of spices are in it, but the brand compares itself to Captain Morgan in its promotions, and, indeed, the spices taste similar. Captain Morgan keeps a pretty tight lid on the specific spices they use, but they've got vanilla and fruit in their rum, and I'd say this follows suit -- there's a mild vanilla flavor and and hint of orange. There's almost certainly some mild peppercorn and cinnamon, and perhaps allspice and cloves. But it isn't easy to pinpoint precisely what goes into making something like this -- whiskey reviewers always write down what they taste in a glass of whiskey, and it's generally stuff that is unlikely to be in the whiskey: apples, birch bark, candle wax, turkey bone, burnt hair. Whiskey is a complicated and deceptive drink, and all you can really do is say what you think it tastes like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Feckin' Spiced is, according to them, the first spiced Irish whiskey ever. They can't claim to be the first spiced whiskey, as the Ukraine has a tradition of dumping peppers into whiskey to make something called pertsivka; additionally, Seagram's reportedly had a spiced whiskey cooler back in the Eighties, which I will pretend never to have heard of and would appreciate if the subject was never broached again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why spice an Irish whiskey? Presumably for the same reason you spice a rum. Historically, I suspect it was mostly to make a bad rum taste better. In modern times, when a significant portion of the population expresses a terror at any alcohol that has any color in it, I suspect it's to make a hard liquor a little more appealing to the timid and to the declassé, which may be why spiced rum is generally poo-poo'd by connoisseurs. Spiced rums don't seem intended as a sipping rum, although I suspect a very good spiced rum could be made, as there is nothing inherently wrong with adding spices to alcohol; perhaps there are some exquisite spiced rums out there that really are intended to be served straight. But Captain Morgans is a party rum, as its logo and ad campaign should demonstrate, and are intended for young and immature drinkers. I will guess that Captain Morgans is almost always mixed with a soft drink, which, as Paul Fussell pointed out in his book Class, is at the very bottom of the drinking totem pole, classwise, perhaps just beating out shots like the Buttery Nipple as expressions of cultural unsophistication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so be it. I'm not fussy, and drank 7&amp;7s for years, which Fussell specifically names as being an especially proletarian drink. I've had my share of Captain and Coke's, and, in fact, enjoyed one last night after singing filthy bluegrass songs to an almost-empty Eagles club, which is a long and strange story, but, then, so are all my stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point is, I'm willing to give Feckin' and Coke a try. Interestingly, combined, the flavor is less like a spiced rum than a bourbon and coke; the spices retreat, and the drinks essential sweetness and smoky undertones come out. You don't really taste the spices until the drink's finish, and they sort of linger in your mouth in a way that's distinctive and appealing. I expect the addition of a citrus wedge, especially orange, would really bring out the spices, but I haven't one on hand, and so can only hazard a guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a bad drink at all, but it's a novelty, and I will be surprised if it can muscle into the already crowded Irish whiskey and spiced rum markets; it seems to be trying to make a place for itself somewhere between those two markets, which will either prove to be terrible clever or suicidal. I know, in my case, when I drink Irish whiskey, I am looking for something that is distinctively, and recognizably, an Irish whiskey, and not something that tastes like an Irishman has been on holiday in the Caribbean. I expect I might have tried this drink out of curiosity even if I wasn't doing this project, and shrugged, and went back to drinking unspiced Irish whiskeys. But, then, I'm not afraid of whiskey, and often forget that others are. There may be an audience for this among the booboisie. Who am I to guess? Many of the flavored rums out there taste like coconut tanning oil to me, and many of the flavored vodkas taste like schnapps made by idiots for people without tongues. The vodka martini tastes to me like rubbing alcohol flavored with olive, and most popular absinthes taste to me like somebody handed Pernod a billy club and told it to hit people on the head as hard as possible. All of these are doing gangbusters, while drinks I genuinely enjoy, such as Pimms, have what can, at best, be called a cult audience. 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But, then, Edward Albee named one of his scripts The Play About the Baby just because he thought it would be a funny answer when people asked each other what play they were going to see, and that was nominated for a Pulitzer, so it's good not to be in too much of a rush to judgment just because of a prankish name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;It's worth checking out Feckin' just for its pedigree, as it comes from the Cooley Distillery in County Louth, and they are responsible for some very good whiskeys, including Michael Collins, Tyrconnell and Connemara, the later of which is one of the rare Irish whiskeys that is made with a strong peaty flavor. Their brands tend to be a little spendy, and I suspect Feckin' was created, in part, to offer a less-expensive alternative. I suspect there is one additional reason, implied by their name: They're trying to market their whiskey to a younger and, shall we say, more party-minded buyer. In fact, their are two Feckins, one of them spices, and they actually identify the whiskey as being sort of the Irish equivalent of Captain Morgan's, which has gone to great lengths to market themselves as a party rum. I have a bottle of the Feckin' Spiced as well, but will write about it separately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite this, the Cooley Distillery takes great pains to make the case that Feckin' is a quality whiskey -- they make a lot of noise about it on their &lt;a href="http://www.feckinwhiskey.com/"&gt;Web page&lt;/a&gt;, explaining that this blended whiskey is distilled in traditional copper pot stills and matured for up to seven years in bourbon casks; additionally, they claim the whiskey was created by an "expert panel of blenders." They repeatedly describe the whiskey as "smooth," this being the connoisseur's word for "It went down my throat without causing me to cough up blood." And it is that: Feckin' has a strong flavor, but very little of the alcohol burn that comes from unmellow whiskeys. The bourbon flavor comes through, as does a slight smokiness which is most noticeable in the drinks finish, which is long and pleasant. It doesn't have the spiciness of Jameson or the chocolate qualities of Bushmills, and there are some slightly peaty notes to it that I would ordinarily associate with scotch. No mention of peat is made in any of Feckin's literature, so I assume this either comes from its proximity to the Connemara brand or some lie my taste buds have decided to tell me. The drink actually has more flavor than similar drinks that are marketed to young drinkers, who often don't like and sometimes actively fear the taste of alcohol, but perhaps that is why there is a spiced option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a terrifically complicated drink, and, for my tastes, gets a little dull when drunk straight; it's very possible this is intended to be a mixing whiskey rather than a sipping whiskey, and so I combined a shot of it with ginger ale and a dash of bitters, which is a fairly simply mixed drink but one I find is especially good with Irish whiskeys. Feckin' is quite good this way -- it has a pronounced enough flavor to not get lost in the cocktail, but, because it is blended, is not so idiosyncratic as to overpower the drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that this is a whiskey I would buy regularly -- it's just not especially to my tastes. But, then, I've only drunk a bit of it, and sometimes a whiskey will grow on you. We'll see how I feel when I have lived with it for a week and emptied the bottle. I'll be curious how this does in bars -- Jameson has so completely saturated Minnesota bars, I wonder how well it might compete. It seems to have made it into a lot of bars as a whiskey option, but, then, I tend to go to Irish bars, who often have a decent selection of Irish whiskeys. I'm a little afraid that it's gimmicky name and lowbrow packaging might work against it here, which would be a pity, as it's a better drink than one created merely as a marketing stunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sparberfans.blogspot.com/2009/09/plastic-paddy-irish-american-project_26.html"&gt;More Plastic Paddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/PlasticPaddy" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/PlasticPaddy" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe to Plastic Paddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1499067224587923020-8699630529685567240?l=sparberfans.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Should you see a show? Does it look interesting to you? If yes, go see it. Hell, go see it if it doesn't look interesting. Go see theater. There's your answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're often called on to provide an inventory of the qualities of a play, as though theater required a report card, and it is our job to grade its various elements. How was the costuming? How was the lead actor? The supporting actors? And I'll tell you the truth, I can't stand thinking about theater that way. If ever there was an art form desgined for the staging of complex and contradictory ideas, and for the creation of a limnal space in which the world is complicated and problematized, it is theater, and focusing on the physical details of a play can be enormously distracting from discussing the substance of a play. That's not to say you must never discuss physical details -- after all, if the actor doesn't know his or her lines, and the stage is accidentally set on fire, and somebody absent-mindedly forgets their costume and performs naked, its worth mentioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;But, were I to do a proper report card of the Guthrie's production of Brian Friel's Faith Healer, I wouldn't know precisely what to say. It is Guthrie Artistic Director Joe Dowling's acting debut in America, playing Francis Hardy, the titular characer. Dowling can act, and gives Hardy a sort of rugged intelligence. Hardy is supposed to be a bit of a drunk, and that doesn't really come across in Dowling's performance, except in his hair -- Dowling wears a badly cut wig that seems on the verge of simply drooping down across his face; his wig seems like it might have seen a bit of skid row. But can I criticize Dowling for not playing Hardy as a bit of a wretch? No, I cannot, because Faith Healer is about how people change the way they present themselves, and their memories, to suit their needs. It's not Frank Hardy that Dowling is playing, but Hardy as he wants people to see him. The play is a series of four monolgoues, and we don't find out about Hardy's drinking from his mouth. Instead, we find about it from two other characters, and much of what they say doesn't square with what Hardy tells us; their monologues don't even square with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The production, which Dowling also directed, is slow and meditative and mournful, and Dowling benefits from two terrific actors tackling the other monolgues: Guthrie regulars Sally Wingert and Raye Birk, playing Hardy's wife and manager, respectively. Wingert's monologue is troubled: she was barely acknowleged by Hardy, who wouldn't even call her his wife or admit she was from Ireland, and her relationship with him was one of conflict -- and part of that conflict is that she knows she'd be better off without him, but can't stand leaving him, and despises herself for it. Birk, in the meanwhile, offers what seems initially to be a comical monologue about their travels on the road, but gradually reveals a subtle tragedy: Hardy and his wife were the center of his life, but he barely registered in theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only a few stories told in this play, and they are, for the most part, told by all three characters: A lost child, a miracularous healing, and a climactic violent encounter in an Irish pub. But none of trhe characters tell these stories the same way, and essential details are different from story to story, and Dowling's direction highlights these inconsistencies, or, at least, doesn't get in their way. And the truth will not be known -- Friel isn't building a mystery, but, instead, meditating on the way history is up for grabs, and is the providence of the teller. (Critic Fintan O'Toole, discussing the play at the Guthrie on Monday night, pointed out that in Friel's world, and in much of Irish theater, it isn't just the future that is unknowable and ever-shifting, but the past is like that as well.) What's even trickier is that Friel doesn't let on that he thinks there is one truth, and we're just hearing versions of that, which leaves his characters either liars or interpeters. I suspect Friel thinks they are a bit of both. Dowling's direction doesn't lean one way or the other, which I think was the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friel borrows a bit from Irish mythology in the telling of this tale, the story of Naoise and Deirdre, star-crossed lovers who fled to Scotland to avoid being killed, and then were brought back under a false promise of safety. I think it helps to know this play's link to mythology, because, if you read mythology, and, especially Irish mythology, you enter a world in which there are often two or three or sometimes many more versions of a single tale; in this one, for instance, a character either kills herself or dies of a broken heart. Rather than simply tell one version of the story, folklorists have chosen to tell them all, explaining that there are multiple versions. Friel's play has that quality as well, but expands on it, exploring the reasons why people might choose to tell one version of a story over another. So, in Faith Healer, the character Grace is Frank's wife or his mistress, depending on which storyteller tells the story, and she's Irish or English, depending on who is telling the story. Properly, though, she's Anglo-Irish -- she a descendant of the Protestant Acendancy, and part of a privileged (and historically complicated) class in Ireland. Irish theater has examined the frequently troubled relationship between Irish Catholics and Anglo-Irish; Friel himself has tackled it in The Home Place, which the Guthrie mounted a few years ago. But Friel is not addressing it here, or rather, Hardy is not addressing it. There have been a lot of plays about marriages between Irish Cathlics and the Anglo-Irish, and, for Hardy, this is not one of them. He prefers the version of the story in which Grace is English, and his lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dowling has directed this play before, and his previous production, from 1994, was decribed by a New York Times critic as "Incadencent," and he gushed about it being one of the transformative theatrical experiences of his life. I didn't find this production to be that, but, then, I just saw it on Saturday. Sometimes, a play will work on you slowly, and, years later, you'll realize how important it was. A Broadway version of Faith Healer did especially badly, and Fintan O'Toole hypothesized that this was because it was a play that had to create its own place in the world; he points out that it has been far more influential than its few productions and general lack of cricitcal accolades would suggest. But the Guthrie is the right place for it, for two reasons. Firstly, because Brian Friel was, in a way, responsible for Joe Dowling. There is a story of Dowling seeing Friel's Philadelphia, Here I come! at the Abbey Theatre when he was 16, and becoming so obsessed with it that he saw the play night after night. 15 years later, Dowling was the artistic director of the theater, and Dowling has returned to directing Friel over and over again over the course of his career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, also, Friel is a product of The Guthrie. Fintan O'Toole spoke of Friel's early work, which was as a short story writer, and explained that there was a crisis of faith that Friel experienced in which he rejected the form and turned to playwrighting, in which he could stage his uncertainties about storytelling. But Friel's early efforts were unsuccessful, until he spent several months in Minneapolis in 1963 at the invitation of Tyrone Guthrie, and watched Guthrie preparing the first season of Guthrie's new theater. It was there that Friel began to formulate Philadelphia, Here I come! ("I went home on a Guthrie high and wrote the play," he said), and the play launched Friel into international success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, that's one version of the story; the version that Friel tells. Interestingly, even though Tony Guthrie himself decalred Friel "a born playwright" upon reading Philadelphia, the Guthrie didn't produce a Friel play until 1996, when Dowling did a version of Philadelphia, 33 years after it was written. Prior to that, you'll find scant, if any, mention of Friel's experiences at the Guthrie in any of the Guthrie literature. It seems somehow appropriate that, for years, there were two version of the opening season of the Guthrie: the first, Brian Friel's, includes Brian Friel; the second, the Guthrie's, generally neglected to mention him. But those stories have dovetailed now; Friel's story is now emphasized in the history of the theater. 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I am only working on two projects now, the first a collection of arts journalistic pieces about The Walker, the second an exploration of my Irish-American identity, including a survey of Irish theater. And so where to put my story about The Walworth Farce? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;This sort of taxonomy is exhausting, and I don't have the energy for it. It's like finding a bug that's part seal, part fluoride, and then being asked to find its proper genus. Just thinking about it is wearying, and so to hell with it, it goes under my Irish-American project, but will be labeled as part of my Walker Project. I think this solution is admirable: It's precisely the sort of compromise that makes progress possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, The Walworth Farce, by Enda Walsh. It's a play Walsh wrote for the Druid Theatre Company in Galway, which is not only the first professional theater company to ever have been built in Galway, but is, in fact, the first professional theater company ever to have existed outside of Dublin. When the Druid was first getting off the ground in 1975, it was a bit unusual for an Irish theater, in that its founders were students of theater from NUIG and were steeped in the avant garde theater of Europe and America. Irish theater had, at that time, a long tradition of being somewhat immobile and language-based, consisting of actors fixing themselves on a stage, not moving about too much, and talking, and talking, and talking, and talking. Druid brought a quality of spectacle and physicality to their productions, and The Walworth Farce is very much that. The play is quite knockabout, and let me describe it a bit to give you a sense of what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Farce tells of an Irish family of three living in a tatty flat in London. The father, Dinny, is an angry man in a bad suit and flashy shirt, and, often, a rather horrible wig. Dinny has two sons, Sean and Blake, the former with his head partially shaved like someone preparing for brain surgery, the latter frequently done up in ratty dresses. Two of these three never leave the apartment, while the third, Sean, goes out once per day to purchase groceries. He buys the same groceries every day, which serve as props. And today, at the start of this tale, he has accidentally grabbed the wrong grocery bag, and this will be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the three act out a play every night, devised and modified on the fly by Dinny, who also interrupts the action to act as its director, most frequently when a line is read wrong or a cue is missed, which causes him to fly into tantrums. The three are performing a farce about the reason they left Ireland, and it's a play that requires at least eight actors. Worse still, Dinny never plays anybody but Dinny, and so the others must constantly switch costumes and run about, swapping roles whenever required, and sometimes acting out several parts simply by holding several wigs in the air and changing their voice when the dialogue demands it. Worse stiil, none of them are really actors, and their performances are mannered and occassionally baffling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farce is quite funny -- it opens with two funerals, one of Dinny's mother, who was killed when a dead horse came flying over a hedgerow and crushed her, and one of Dinny's neighbor's father, who dies when his speedboat hit a horse, killing it and throwing it over a hedgerow, if I understood the details correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dind't actually happen, of course. Dinny's tale isn't meant to reveal the truth of his past, but to hide it, and it's just one of the ways he does so, all borrowing from theatrical traditions. He has, as an example, a breathless monologue about coming to London and looking for work as a builder, but the work drying up, and that's a narrative that seems lifted in whole from other plays. Dinny isn't telling the truth here either: There's no evidence he has ever left the London apartment, much less worked in construction, and he has a biscuit tin full of money that he sometimes surreptitiously counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a play about how important the truth is, but, instead, how interesting it is when people lie, and how dangerous it becomes when that lie starts to crumble. The farce is hilarious, but Walsh makes it terrifically difficult to enjoy, because he introduces an interloper, a beaming grocery store employee named Hayley, who talks too much and has a bit of a crush on Sean. Hayley finds herself absorbed into the farce, against her will and at great threat of violence, and she responds to it by weeping in terror. It's one of the most deliberately alienating choices I have ever seen a playwright write into a script, because the farce continues, and continues to be funny, but the weeping Hayley has made it impossible for the audience to enjoy it. It's an astonishing demand to make of an audience, to create an entire act in which they don't know precisely how they are supposed to be feeling about what they are watching. If you try to enjoy the farce, there is Hayley's tears to chastise you for it; but you can't really invest yourself in Hayley, because she's not doing enough to be the dramatic focus of the second act, and so you find yourself returning to the farce, which has grown increasing ridiculous, as if to force you to find it funny again, which you do, and then there are Hayley's tears again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Walker brought Enda Walsh to speak in their cinema space on Sunday, and had Guthrie Artistic Director Joe Dowling on hand to interview him, as the Guthrie cosponsored this production. Additionally, as it happens, Dublin theater critic Fintan O'Toole is in town to speak about Brian Friel's The Faith Healer, which is at The Guthrie just now, and stars Dowling, so O'Toole was invited to participate in the discussion. Again, I am going to assume this is specifically intended to put me out, as I have been a theater critic for a very long time, and nobody ever invites me to Ireland to speak about Minnesota theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walsh is young, or, at least, youngish -- he's about 42, and looks much younger, with boyish features and a near constant smile. He also produced as close to a genuine spit take as I have ever seen in real life when Fintan O'Toole declared that he had once written a truly brilliant essay on Irish theater. Walsh was so surprised by this bit of comic immodesty that he exhaled sharply, but he happened to be drinking water at the time, and he slapped his hand over his mouth to keep the water from spraying out toward the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talked about the process of writing the play -- that he had written it in four weeks, but, in truth, it had taken him more than a decade to write, ever since he was younger and would walk around London and see the same Irish family every day, and wonder about them. He does not plan what he is going to write when he starts writing, and so he didn't this play going to be a farce, but was surprised by it. There isn't really an Irish tradition of farce, but Enda felt that it was so indigenous to London theater that it was as though it had burrowed like a weed into the home of his Irish expatriates; Walsh lives in London, so perhaps farce also burrowed into his home and sprouted in his play. He apologetically admitted that he knew the first act might be a bit bewildering: "If I saw it, I might leave at intermission," he said. "I'm glad I wasn't in your head when you saw it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting to watch three Irishmen talking about Irish theater -- when Americans talk about theater in America, they tend to define it based on themes, or subcultures represented in the plays -- a play will be a product of gay/lesbian theater, or Yiddish theater, or African-American theater. There's rarely talk about American theater, and American writers rarely try to write in a way that says something about Americanness; not any more, at least, although I recall reading early New Yorker pieces about their disappointment with some of Eugene O'Neill's less successful plays, in that they felt America really needed a great playwright, and he might be it, but he hadn't yet written the great American play. That doesn't seem to be the case anymore, and, were I to actually be invited to Ireland to talk about American theater, I don't know just what I would say -- I can't recall the last time I saw or read an American play that was about Americanness. Maybe 1776, which the Guthrie remounted last year, but debuted in 1969. I'm sure there is still somebody out there trying to write plays about what it means to be American, but, for the most part, American plays, if they are about identity, are about what it means to be part of an American subculture or ethnic or racial minority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Irish, at least at the Walker on Sunday, still seemed very interested in what it meant to be Irish, and described their theater in those terms. And it's a theme of The Walworth Farce, although it's often addressed satirically -- Dinny, for instance, often plays saccharine old Irish songs, especially Bing Crosby's "Irish Lullaby." But that's not a song about Ireland, but instead a song about longing for Ireland, and the Ireland in it is romantic and mythic, very different from Dinny's native Cork. Listening to the song at one point in the play, Hayley describes what it brings to mind for her: A red-headed girl surrounded by emerald green flora. She asks Sean if this was the Ireland of his childhood. "No," Sean answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you put three natives of Ireland up on a stage to talk about Irish theater, they're going to talk about theater as it relates to Irish identity, but the subject does still seem to be a matter of national obsession. Walsh describes sitting in a bar in Ireland and being confronted by a fellow drinker, who recognized the London accent that has crept into Walsh's native Irish brogue, and demanded to know how he can be an Irish playwright if he lives in the Great Wen. Walsh doesn't answer the question -- he doesn't really need to, as a significant portion of Irish theater was written in London, including the works of Wilde and Shaw. "If they're successful, they're Irish," Dowling deadpanned. "If not?" Dowling then waved his hand dismissively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the discussion was opened to the audience for questions, I had one. I had seen the Guthrie production of The Faith Healer the previous night, and was struck by some similarities -- chiefly that storytelling is used in both plays as a mechanism for masking the truth, rather than revealing it. Walsh and Dowling turned the question over to Fintan O'Toole, and he complimented me on how perceptive my question was; we theater critics stick together like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O'Toole talked about how language is often used as a mechanism of distraction in Ireland, rather than a tool of communication, and that Irish theater has a history of writing plays that are very talky, but in which the talk is designed to mask the truth, which is shameful and can't be spoken of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is never spoken in The Walworth Farce -- not completely, although, in one of the play's rare moment of forthrightness, Sean does offer up a detailed memory of part of what drove his father out of Ireland. I won't get a chance to see the play again -- at least, not any time soon -- so I picked up a copy of the script. Dinny's little farce should be quite interesting to read, and I think the key to it is to look at the details that Dinny includes, even if they are distorted, such as a murder plot and an internecine battle over money. If O'Toole is right -- and he is a very highly regarded critic, so I suspect he is -- one of the keys to reading Irish theater is to ask yourself what is &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;being talked about, rather than what is, and Walsh's script for The Walworth Farce should be a good starting place for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sparberfans.blogspot.com/2009/09/bits-and-pieces-walker-art-center_592.html"&gt;More Bits and Pieces: The Walker Art Center Project&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/WACproject" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/WACproject" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe to Bits and Pieces: The Walker Art Center Project&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sparberfans.blogspot.com/2009/09/plastic-paddy-irish-american-project_26.html"&gt;More Plastic Paddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/PlasticPaddy" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/PlasticPaddy" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe to Plastic Paddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1499067224587923020-3666662245630233916?l=sparberfans.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And I think it is important to try and understand ethnicity, because the Irish-American identity is an ethnic identity, which is different than the Irish identity, which is a national identity, and that means Irish-Americans and Irish are going to think about who they are differently, and they're going to go about constructing and maintaining their identity differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;The subject of national and ethnic identities is an awesomely complicated one, and there are different schools of thought about these things, but, in general, sociologists agree that these identities are, in part, manufactured. That doesn't mean that there is something illegitimate about them, or that there is an element of deception to them. Instead it means that there have been times in history where codifying an identity was desirably or necessary. The Irish national identity, like every other national identity, developed in order to distinguish the Irish from other developing nations, which coincided with the development of the nation-state, which is actually a relatively new development. National identities didn't really start getting codified until 1800; before then, people defined themselves by tribal, or familial, or religious, or regional affiliations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was certainly true of the Irish. The Irish mythology doesn't see the Irish as natives to Ireland -- instead, it tells of successive groups of Irish occupiers, some of them Gods, who displaced each other until the ancestors of modern Irish finally showed up. These early Irish basically engaged in turf warfare for a while, which is a bit odd to think about. I mean, Ireland is only about the size of Maine, and it's sort of hard to imagine there being a king of Bangor (Stephen King, presumably) and a king of Millinocket (maybe Andrew St. John from television's General Hospital), and that these two cities war with each other. But that's how it was in early Ireland, and it wasn't until a success wave of invaders -- the Vikings in 800AD, the Normans in 1169, and the English, starting in the 1500s -- that the Irish started seeing themselves as a unified group, in opposition to the invading outsiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Irish really developed a group identity in order to distinguish themselves as a national group, and they did this by asking "What are the things that make us different from everybody else." This is a very hard question. There's religion, of course, but not all Irish are Catholic, and some of the people who contributed most to Irish culture were Protestants (most of the founders of the Abbey Theatre, for example). The country also has a small number of Jews who have generally been treated as legitimate Irish citizens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How else do you define yourself? There's language, of course, and Ireland has taken heroic steps to retain the Irish language, despite centuries of suppression. But Irish is not the first language for more people in Ireland, and, although it is taught in schools, is still very much a second language to a lot of residents. There's shared history and mythology, and, in fact, at the start of the 20th century, there was a very active antiquarian and folklore movement that sought to record and popularize Ireland's mythology. And there is also culture, such as the music or the theater or the literature that has developed in a country, and that's one that the Irish took very seriously when it was developing its national identity, and that's why you'll still find serious practitioners of folk dances or various styles of folk music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most obvious question of nationality is "where do you come from?", but even that question is a tricky one for the Irish, as the country has had generations of successive settlers, including Hibernio-Normans, who settled in te 1100s and became mostly integrated in Irish society, and the Anglo-Irish, who started getting defined as a separate group in the 17th century, and mostly weren't integrated into the broader Irish population, in part because they were given an increasingly favored status by law. Do these people count as Irish? That was a recurring question in the development of the Irish national identity, and still surfaces from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question that Irish-Americans ask in identifying themselves it a bit different, although a lot of the answers are the same. The question people in the Irish diaspora must as is "What stays with us when we leave Ireland that marks us as different from the rest of the population in our new homes?" And another question is "Do we want to distinguish ourselves." There are ethnic groups in the United States that have pretty much wholly integrated themselves into the larger population -- the English settlers in America, for instance, managed to forge the American identity to such an extent that they have never really maintained a distinct ethnic identity in this country. But the Irish had it different. They could easily have assimilated -- after all, they already spoke English, and the Irish quickly became seen as being part of the white majority in America. But the Irish banded together, for a few reasons. There was anti-Irish discrimination, and there was anti-Catholic discrimination; additionally, Irish immigrants frequently all went into the same sorts of employment and lived in the same areas, which helped them maintain a sense of community as an ethnic group. And they quickly found that by banding together as a group, and maintaining that group identity, they could claim a fair amount of social power that would otherwise have been denied them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worth noting that the Irish in America were never disconnected from the Irish in Ireland, and the two indenties developed alongside each other, rather than independently. The Irish Republican Army, as an example, was originally the name of an American branch of the Irish Republican Brotherhood, and Irish-Americans actively supported the cause of Irish independence. Irish performers frequently traveled to America, bringing developing Irish cultural expressions to the United States, and some people even settled here and sent their work back to Ireland -- playwright Dion Boucicault as an example. The Irish-American experience is, in large part, defined by this constant contact with Ireland, and I would argue that a large amount of what we now think of as Irish culture was actually created by Irish expatriates abroad and then brought back to Ireland; if I can turn to the example of Irish theater again, it's worth noting how many Irish playwrights worked in London and elsewhere, because Ireland simply did not have a large enough professional theater community to support them. Irish playwrights who have written their work abroad include Congreve, Sheridan, Goldsmith, Wilde, Shaw, Beckett; Enda Walsh, a contemporary playwright, lives in London, as does Martin McDonagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't just true of playwrights. James Joyce wrote most of his work abroad, even though he set his work in Dublin. The Pogues, who, for many, are one of the defining modern Irish bands and the creators of what we now call Celtic Punk, were based out of London and their primary singer and songwriter, Shane MacGowan, was born in Kent, England, although his parents were Irish and he spent much of his childhood in Tipperary (he long claimed to have been born in Ireland; he may still claim it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So an important element of the Irish-American ethnicity is this looking back to, and constant identification, with both the historic and the modern Ireland. As a result, Irish-Americans tend to identify themselves as Irish by the same things the Irish do: music, language, dance (there are quite a number of Irish dance schools in the Twin Cities), food (and drink, obviously), folk takes and mythology, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is something else Irish Americans look to in addressing their ethnic identity, and that's the specific history of the Irish in America. Celtic Punk in the United States, as an example, has great interest in the stories of Irish-American enclaves in big cities, especially Chicago, New York, and Boston; a lot of songs are set here. This is true of films that detail the Irish-American experience as well, which are frequently set in slums and tell the stories of Irish brawlers and criminals. There are cultural forms that are fairly unique to Irish-Americans, or have been adapted by Irish-Americans into something unique -- the big example being St. Patrick's Day, which was a fairly sober religious holiday in Ireland and has become a boisterous (and frequently drunken) celebration that often has more to do with a cliched and invented Ireland than the actual Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting thing about exploring this project is seeing just how plastic National and ethnic identities are -- how they are constantly reinvented, both by the group and by individuals, as they attempt to fashion an identity that fits them and serves their purpose. All of it is authentic, in its own way -- there's very little in a cultural identity that doesn't have actual precursors in history, which makes sense, as culture is created by looking backward. There are some things that seem to be made up wholecloth, such as the Irish runes that some places sell for fortune telling, but these are pretty rare. Instead, you see this constant process of taking what is old and making it new again, by reinterpreting (or, sometimes, misinterpreting) it for contemporary purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is especially interesting in modern America, where, after all, Irish-Americans have no pressing need to band together as a group, and could easily just be absorbed into the larger population (and many are; there are quite a few Irish-Americans who don't really care much about their ethnic identity). The Irish who are maintaining an ethnic identity now aren't doing it so much because it's socially useful or necessary. I suspect there are a few reasons people do maintain this identity, though. Some grew up with it, and it's what they know. But there are others, like me, who do it because they like it. And having an identity out of choice is very different than having an identity out of need, and that is something that really does distinguish the Irish in America from the Irish in Ireland, and I suspect my be some of the basis for some Irish being dismissive or hostile to the Irish-American identity. The Irish in Ireland have to be Irish; we Americans can choose not to be especially Irish-American, and nobody will think twice about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll explore this further as this project continues, but it's what's been knocking around in my head, and so I wanted to get it down in the blog, as a jumping off point for further posts that will address this question of cultural identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sparberfans.blogspot.com/2009/09/plastic-paddy-irish-american-project_26.html"&gt;More Plastic Paddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/PlasticPaddy" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/PlasticPaddy" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe to Plastic Paddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1499067224587923020-711390118723110365?l=sparberfans.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I grew up with the Guthrie when it was headed by Alvin Epstein, Liviu Ciulei, and, particularly, Garland Wright, and I think I have sometimes knocked Dowling for not being those men. Some of my criticisms have been justified, and some, I expect, have just been from the Guthrie not being the theater I wish it was. But there is an advantage in having Dowling in charge of the Guthrie, and I don't know that I have given him enough credit for it: Dowling was the head of Dublin's Abbey Theatre for seven or eight years, and having him at the helm of the Guthrie means that every so often, the Guthrie is like The Abbey Midwest. Dowling is good at directing Irish plays -- often very good, in fact -- and has access to and his pick of actors from Ireland and Great Britain. You can usually count on there being one Irish play per season, and seeing The Plough and the Stars with Milo O'Shea, which was staged at The Guthrie in 2000 (I &lt;a href="http://www.citypages.com/2000-05-10/arts/wrath-of-the-irish/"&gt;reviewed it&lt;/a&gt;), is an undeniable treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;I say this as an introduction to a new project, which is exploring Irish (and, to the extent that it exists, Irish-American) theater. I do this for one particular reason. I feel that I have sort of lost my way as a playwright. I don't know precisely what it is; it's probably a few things. I have sort of gravitated away from my early writing, which borrowed from folk culture and fantastic literature and excited me, to semi-contemporary scripts told in a fairly realistic fashion, and the voice I have been writing with is one I no longer recognize as my own. I've also felt that theater can no longer be what it once was; I think we are at a transformative moment in American theater. But I don't know yet what it will transform into, and it is something I have been thinking about for quite a while. So I start projects, and they interest me for a while, and then I feel that I have hit a dead end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not sure looking forward like this is the way to write. After all, playwrights are inheritors of long traditions of theater, and they're job isn't to invent something new so much as it is to find contemporary ways of using these traditions. And so I think it would do me well to look back on one specific tradition, that of Irish playwrighting, and see if it inspires me in any way. As I've mentioned, Minneapolis is a pretty good town for this, and not just because of the Guthrie -- I would say in the past decade I have seen three or more plays by Irish playwrights per year from various theater companies, and sometimes more. I will, in fact, be seeing three this week, two at the Guthrie (an Oscar Wilde play and a Brian Friel piece) and one at the Walker Art Center, a touring production of The Walworth Farce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are a lot of Irish plays, and it won't be enough to just hope that somebody gets around to producing them soon or later. So I will be reading a lot, and that's mostly what I will be reading about. And, when I get a chance, I will be talking to people who make Irish theater, or have studied it, and I'll include that here as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the name? Well, Crow Street was the location of one of Ireland's first theaters, and I find the name evocative. There was also a theater on Smock Alley, and I was sorely tempted to use that, but I had to ask myself what I like more, crows or smocks. When it comes down to it, I guess I prefer crows, although, given my druthers, I think a crow wearing a smock might be especially amusing. 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I'm not trying for any great art here, or to sound like anything specific, and I am not going to be doing these with any brilliant compositional techniques in mind. Instead, the whole point is to engage Joyce's text in a participatory way. I have found, in my years of doing theater, that you don't really understand a play until you have performed it; there is something about inhabiting a text for a period of time, in a really active way, that uncovers the structure of the script, and some of its nuances, in a way that simply reading the play or seeing it performed doesn't offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Perhaps something similar is true of poetry, and, anyway, I like to write little songs, and Joyce imagined these poems as songs, so why not? I don't know how many of these poems I'll adapt. A few, maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of Joyce's poems in Chamber Music have names, just numbers. This one is V, and I have adapted it into a round. Here are the words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lean out of the window,&lt;br /&gt;Goldenhair,&lt;br /&gt;I hear you singing&lt;br /&gt;A merry air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My book was closed,&lt;br /&gt;I read no more,&lt;br /&gt;Watching the fire dance&lt;br /&gt;On the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have left my book,&lt;br /&gt;I have left my room,&lt;br /&gt;For I heard you singing&lt;br /&gt;Through the gloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing and singing&lt;br /&gt;A merry air,&lt;br /&gt;Lean out of the window,&lt;br /&gt;Goldenhair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISTEN TO "V":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://newsparbersongs.googlepages.com/audio-player.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://newsparbersongs.googlepages.com/player.swf" id="audioplayer1" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://newsparbersongs.googlepages.com/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;soundFile=http://sites.google.com/site/tinytimmusical/Home/V.mp3?"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?datcid52jcd"&gt;DOWNLOAD "V."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sparberfans.blogspot.com/2009/09/plastic-paddy-irish-american-project_26.html"&gt;More Plastic Paddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/PlasticPaddy" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/PlasticPaddy" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe to Plastic Paddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1499067224587923020-8280010221405923136?l=sparberfans.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This collection was published in 1907, seven years before &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dubliners&lt;/span&gt; came out, although both were written more or less contemporaneously, as Joyce was already contacting publishers to offer &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dubliners&lt;/span&gt; in 1905. As would often happen with Joyce, getting &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dubliners&lt;/span&gt; published was a Homeric task, and so, for a while, the author was mostly a failed poet. I say failed because Chamber Music only sold about half of its printing run, or about 250 copies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Joyce's poetry had admirers, however, and not the least among them was Ezra Pound, who was hen in the midst of rejecting Victorian poetic conventions in favor of something that was collectively dubbed "Imagism." Broadly speaking, this was an approach to poetry that favored clear, concise descriptions and promoted the direct treatment of a subject, inspired, somewhat, by the Japanes haiku, and Pound decided to collect together poems that he considered appropriately imagist into an anthology called Des Imagistes. He included Joyce in the collection, which is interesting, because Joyce wasn't self-consciously imagist, but instead seemed to draw his inspiration from the songs of Elizabethan lyricists. Nonetheless, part of Pound's conception of imagist poetry was that it shouldn't be too constrained by meter, but instead should present its rhymes in a looser, more natural metrical form, like song lyrics do. Joyce had always conceived of his poems in Chamber Music as being set to music, so it was a natural, if imperfect, match. Additionally, Joyce's poetry was economic, often consisting of only one or two quatrains, and Joyce tended to directly describe his subject, rather than launch into the extended metaphoric descriptions that many Victorian poets favored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Chamber Music, with its deliberately Elizabethan tone, is a bit of an oddity among the poetry of his contemporaries. More than that, it's an oddity among the rest of his writing. For one thing, it isn't set in Dublin. Well, it might be, but Joyce spends most of his descriptive passages on bucolic scenes of rivers and woods and glens and sea shores, as though the whole collection of poetry is set in Oberon's forest. Secondly, the collection of poems is almost completely bereft of wit, although it is possible that some of the earlier poems, which teem with melodramatic romantic imagery, are meant satirically, as a parody of the exaggerated sentimentality of immature love -- a theme he would return to later, as I understand it, both in the youthful writing of Stephen Dedalus in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Portrait of the Artist&lt;/span&gt; and the Gerty McDowell scene in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ulysses&lt;/span&gt;. In both instances, as I hear it, the satire is clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a story that you'll hear now and then that the title of the poetry collection is itself satiric, as "Chamber Music" in fact refers to the tinkling of urine in a chamber pot. Unfortunately, this story isn't true. The title was suggested by Joyce's borther Stanislaus, and Joyce didn't like it (he described at as "too complacent"; he was actually a bit ambivalent about the whole undertaking, calling the book "a protest against myself"). So how did we end up with this notion of the title as a pun? I'll quote the blog &lt;a href="http://garydexter.blogspot.com/2009/09/143-chamber-music-by-james-joyce.html"&gt;How Books Got Their Titles&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Joyce and his friend Oliver Gogarty visited the house of young widow called Jenny, and Joyce read his poems aloud. After the performance Jenny retired behind a screen and made use of a chamber pot. As the men listened, Gogarty commented: 'There’s a critic for you!' Joyce told Stanislaus the story, and he agreed it was 'a favourable omen'. The incident is echoed in a line from Ulysses: 'Chamber music. Could make a kind of pun on that.'&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the book is a bit unusual for Joyce, and while I would agree that it is a minor work, I've been finding it useful in getting ready to read Joyce, for a few reasons. Firstly, many of the poems demand close reading, and demand to be read aloud. Chamber Music isn't merely a collection of poems connected by a common theme -- in this case, love -- but it's a series of connected poems, linked by images and word choices, that constructs a narrative of youthful love aging into betrayal and loneliness. Joyce doesn't narrate from a single point of view, but, instead, chooses a variety of narrative voices, sometimes speaking as an omniscient (albeit often giddily romantic) observer, and sometimes telling the tale in first person, alternating back and forth between the voice of the male lover and the voice of the female lover. It's an effect that I understand Joyce made extensive use of later, and it's very interesting here; it's as though the love story were being told by three different people at once, with the female viewing voice often using simple and cliched romantic tropes to describe herself, while the make views himself in heroic terms (and, in one poem, seems to chide the female for gushing about moons and stars and the like), and the narrator sets the scene, often framing it in music and lush vegetation, as though it were a stage set for a theatrical romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce is often also stingy with his narration, hiding the point of a story in its details, rather than stating them outright. Let me demonstrate with the poem titled XXVI:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Thou leanest to the shell of night,&lt;br /&gt;          Dear lady, a divining ear. &lt;br /&gt;      In that soft choiring of delight&lt;br /&gt;          What sound hath made thy heart to fear? &lt;br /&gt;      Seemed it of rivers rushing forth&lt;br /&gt;      From the grey deserts of the north?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          That mood of thine &lt;br /&gt;      Is his, if thou but scan it well,&lt;br /&gt;          Who a mad tale bequeaths to us &lt;br /&gt;      At ghosting hour conjurable -- -&lt;br /&gt;          And all for some strange name he read &lt;br /&gt;                     In Purchas or in Holinshed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It helps to know that this poem comes in the middle of a section of poems in which the male lover has been responding angrily to rumors of his wife's infidelities, ruining friendships and fantasizing about running off to the woods to be alone with his bride, where rumors won't bother him. Here, in elliptical language, Joyce creates a scene in which his wife, in the midst of pleasant conversation, has been frozen by the sound of a name. The suggestion, especially in the last rhymed couplet, is that what has frozen her is her husband saying aloud a name he heard elsewhere. Suddenly, as Joyce says , the mood is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am reading it right, what Joyce is describing is a scene in which the suspicious husband has said aloud the name of the rumored lover to gauge his wife's reaction. And becomes she freezes in fear, he knows the truth of it. She has been betraying him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this poem on, the poems will be about the relationship ending, and the poems will increasingly be written in first-person, from the point of view of the betrayed husband, who tries to be magnanimous and fatalistic about the whole thing. But Joyce's narrator is as unreliable in betrayal as he was in romance, where he pictured himself a dashing figure calling out from the woods with a chorus of bees swarming around him, likewise calling his name. Despite the male lover's attempts to be sanguine about his relationship's end, the collection ends with a nightmare. The narrator dreams of an invading army, rising up out of the sea to attack, and they hardly seem human. The narrator either wakes or doesn't at the end of the poem, but, regardless, the last line betray his true feeling about the loss of his love in heratbreakingly clear language: My love, my love, my love,my love, why have you left me alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a terrific, and terrifically sad, moment: The image of experiencing a nightmare and waking to be reminded that your bed is empty, and there is nobody there to comfort you. It's a moment that is very intimate and human, and yet tragic, in the way real people experience tragedy, rather than the heroic figures of classical tragedies; as I understand it, this is also to be a recurring theme in Joyce's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's is in this collection that is interesting. He makes occasional use of the seasons, with the collection starting in the spring and ending in the winter, with attendant suggestions that his characters are aging from youth to old age. The natural world constantly seems to comment on the stories, with the male narrator's most vaulting romantic moments taking place in the woods, and his most uncertain moments taking place at the sea. And many of the poems have a moment of clarity, when something that was unknown or not understood, becomes suddenly clear; Joyce called these epiphanies, and they define his work. For instance, in poem XXIV, Joyce presents an image of the female lover combing her hair. Hair has been a recurring image in the poems, representing the girl's sexuality, and, as the narrator watches her, he realizes she's paying a lot of attention to her hair, and begins to suspect that this attention is not meant for him. After several poems in which the male lover has aggressively denied suggestions of infidelity, it's this simple act that causes him to realize that, in fact, he may have been betrayed; it's a sad epiphany, and happens in an unexpected way at an unexpected moment. 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When I get a chance, I will pass the book on to a Christian in need of self-help, but, failing that, I may burn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bookstore that made the error corrected it as soon as I alerted them, so the correct book arrived a few days ago. It is written by Frank Startup, and is written a bit more simply than the previous one; the text sounds intended for a ninth grade audience, and it never gets too flowery or uses words that are too unexpected. It details Joyce's biography a lot less, and doesn't even bother with his minor books, or even with Finnegan's Wake. Instead, the book looks at &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dubliners, Portrait of an Artist&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ulysses&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;The book's middle school writing style aside, it's really a very good, and encouraging, introduction to these books. Startup lays out the major themes of the books, explains a little about how they were written, provides a concise summary, but doesn't go so far as to interpret the books for you. Instead, the author gives a sense of just how flexible Joyce's writing is when you sit down to interpret it, and Startup makes an intriguing case that new forms of literary criticism had to be developed to address Joyce. He gives a clear sense of the outrage and bewilderment that rose up every time Joyce published, and delineates the slow trickle of critical work that supported Joyce, attempting to translate his books in such a way that they didn't seem so daunting, or unintelligible, or pornographic. Startup insists that Joyce is nothing to be afraid of, as did the previous book, but Startup's protestations sound credible, rather than overprostested; this is especially true when he summarizes Ulysses and says things like, oh, here is a tricky bit, and you might get discouraged, but, trust me, some of this will make sense later, and there's a joke being set up here, and this actually does make sense if you just take a moment to dig in. It actually makes the whole prospect of reading Joyce exciting, like starting a treasure hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Startup is abundantly clear, however, that skimming will not work with Joyce. The author requires careful reading, and, as a result, it becomes almost impossible to read him straight through, especially in Ulysses, where themes and word-choices double back on themselves, and readers will want to flip back and forth, rereading sections to uncover the thematic and dramatic links between sections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already found this to be true in reading Joyce's first collection of poetry, Chamber Music, which is considered to be such a minor work as to hardly be worth mentioning. I will detail my experiences of reading it in my next post, but even in this, Joyce's earliest published work, there is a hidden structure and a demand for close reading, and there is the sense of a puzzle. You ponder an unusual word choice, and look it up, and suddenly the poem cracks open. 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I may not be a very careful reader, as I said in my last post, by I am a very wide reader -- I sometimes compare my understanding of the world to the Platte River in Nebraska, which is, in some places and at some times, supposed to be a mile wide and an inch deep. So I'm starting this project, not by reading James Joyce, but by reading about James Joyce. Specifically, I have started with a book called Introducing Joyce by David Norris and Carl Flint. There were a whole lot of these "introducing" books that came out in the late 90s, introducing everything from mathematics to Wittgenstein to ethics, and all used roughly the same format: A cleanly written essay on the subject embedded in a series of witty illustrations, almost like a long cartoon about deep subjects. Carl Flint was responsible for the illustrations in this one, and he tends to draw Joyce as something that looks like an anvil with a long, pointed noise, elephantine ears, smallish eyes with little round glasses, and a perpetually thoughtful expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;The results are quite cursory, of course, but that's fine, as I always like to start with the barest of bones and then move on to something more complicated. So we get a bit of Joyce's biography, a bit about his love of Dublin, and a smattering of literary criticism, as well as brief illustrative selections from his writing and encouraging words to tell us that, even though we may find Joyce very, very difficult, we should persevere anyway, and we shall be rewarded, which is exactly the sort of encouragement that would make any reasonable drop the book and flee the room, sobbing the whole way. I am not reasonable, however, and much of what I read sounded quite fascinating, even though, as the book moved toward discussing Finnegan's Wake, it became increasingly hard to comprehend, and then exploded into a sort of a dazzling vision of literary madness, with Dublin taking on the form of a sleeping giant with an enormous obelisk erection, and the Liffey river suddenly becoming a woman, and the language suddenly becoming this: "slipping sly by Sallynoggi ... giddy gaddy, grannyman, gossipaceous Anna Livia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a few others just fled the room, streaming tears behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This won't be the last book I read about Joyce, but it's enough to get me started, and I plan to start with Chamber Music, a very early collection of his poems that is considered a very minor example of his writing, but occasionally springs into the public view thanks to the fact that: a) it is in the public domain; and, b) that the poems are intended to seem like song lyrics, and so, every so often, somebody sets them to music. I shall be setting some of them to music too, because if I am to do this reading project, which demands active engagement with the text, I might as well engage it as actively as I can. Writing a song based on something somebody else has written is about as active an act of engagement as I know, and its one of the approaches I will be using to address Joyce. 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Not crazy old; I can't afford that. But 10-plus-years old. And it's hard not to think about their age when you drink them. Somebody cut some barley and let it ferment, then distilled it, then stuck it in a barrel, and it waited there for a decade before finding itself in the cup before me, on its way toward my belly. That's a long time to wait to get where you're going, but good things often take time. I was reading about JRR Tolkein writing The Lord of the Rings. He was asked to do a follow-up to The Hobbit, which was, after all, quite a popular book. And so he started in 1937. And then finished in 1949.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;And then there's Finnegan's Wake by James Joyce, while we're on the subject of Ireland. It took Joyce 17 years to write it. I'm sure there was a whiskey that was put into a cask when Joyce started and then bottled when he finished, and I bet it was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knappogue Castle whiskey has the oldest Irish whiskey on the market, if you can find it: They sell a vintage that dates back to 1951. 58 years old. You can probably get older wiskeys if you're a collector, but Knappogue Castle's version was recently bottled. The whole undertaking, if you read their &lt;a href="http://www.knappoguewhiskey.com/"&gt;Web site&lt;/a&gt;, sounds like the undertaking of several very wealthy Americans with quite good taste -- the whiskey is named after a castle they purchased and have restored, and the whiskey is a product of collecting vintage whiskey from the B. Daly Distillery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My liquor store doesn't carry the 1951 vintage of Knappogue Castle, and, even if they did, I probably couldn't afford it. They do, however, carry the 1995 vintage, which sells for about what Jameson 12-year or Red Breast sells for -- in the $30-some-odd dollar range. But you're going to find Jameson and Red Breast almost everywhere; Knappogue Castle is a little harder to come by. They're a single-male Irish whiskey produced by a pot still, and they only manufacture so much of a certain vintage, and, when that sells out, they're done. They also fiddle with their whiskey from year to year, so one vintage is likely to taste different than others. The 1995, as an example, has been aged in bourbon barrels, like Red Breast, and apparently has a more complicated flavor than the previous vintage as a result. I haven't had the previous vintage, so I can't comment on that. But I have ben enjoying the 1995 vintage, and can speak about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, this is a whiskey with a very light color -- almost a straw yellow. Apparently, some whiskeys use artificial coloring. Knappogue Castle doesn't, so whatever color the 1995 vintage has comes directly from whatever it got from its bourbon barrels during the decade-plus it waited to be bottled. The whiskey has a light and very appealing nose I really like the smell of a good Irish whiskey, and this one is marvelous: light but complicated. Whiskey reviewers typically like to list whatever comes to mind when they smell and sip whiskey: "It was chalky with a hibiscus undertone, and, at the tail end, there were hints of sausage and mimeographed paper." This is probably a useful way to do things, but I'm not interested in smelling whiskey and seeing what odors come to mind. Whiskey smells like whiskey to me, and it's a smell I like, and I don't really spend much time saying "was that Jasmine? No, no! It was goldenrod!" Plenty of other sites do that, so if you're looking for a whiskey that tastes like apple and burning tire, they'll be of assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I'm not really interested in the associative tastes of whiskey. It might taste like loganberries, but there's no loganberries in whiskey. So I'll tell you what Knappogue Castle is, instead of what it tastes like. The whiskey is a single malt, which means they made the whiskey from one kind of malted barley, which is pretty unusual in liquor manufacturing: Most are a blend of several malts and a neutral spirit. Canadian whiskeys, as an example, tend to be blends, and, if I understand my history of alcohol properly, the whole point of creating blended whiskeys was to smartly combine various mediocre whiskeys and neutral spirits into something palatable, if a bit nondescript. Single malts, when well-made, are not only palatable, but also quite distinctive. For instance, a lot of fancy Scotches are single malts, and small batch, and made in a pot still. Scotch snobs often prefer single-malt, unblended whiskies, because of their distinct flavors and a sort of boldness of taste. They typical cost more than blends, but, if you like the taste of whiskey, and you want to try whiskies that are distinct from each other, unblended is te way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Knappogue doesn't taste like other whiskeys. In fact, if you're a scotch drinker, I'd say the whiskey tastes a lot like a scotch without that "did I just swallow a clod of dirt?" flavor that distinguishes scotch, as a result of its use of peat fires in making the drink. No, Knappogue Castle is bold and flavorful, but has the sweetness of Irish whiskey, rather than the earthiness of scotch. It isn't as spicy as the more expensive Jamesons and doesn't have the chocolate flavor of Bushmill's drinks, but is malty and complicated and has a flavor of its own. It's a very smooth whiskey; I typically drink whiskey with water or ice to cut that thing that that strong alcohol will do, where it burns your throat and causes you to cough. Even drunk straight, Knappogue Castle doesn't hit you like that, or, not much, at least. No, you get a very nice blast of flavor from it, with a hint of bourbon (it's aged in bourbon barrels), but not so much as Jameson 12-year or Redbreast, which have a realy strong bourbon quality to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to sum up this whiskey in one sentence, I'd say it's like scotch without the peat, which is a description I expect might make sense when you actually drink the whiskey, but is a little hard to imagine otherwise. Perhaps it would be more useful for me to say that this is a terrific top shelf whiskey for people who don't want to drop $80 on a whiskey, and are looking for something light and sweet, but nonetheless complicated; I expect this would be especially good for scotch fans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sparberfans.blogspot.com/2009/09/plastic-paddy-irish-american-project_26.html"&gt;More Plastic Paddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/PlasticPaddy" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" alt="" style="vertical-align:middle;border:0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/PlasticPaddy" rel="alternate" type="application/rss+xml"&gt;Subscribe to Plastic Paddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1499067224587923020-1466951388461247766?l=sparberfans.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ulysses, I'm looking at you. And trembling.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulysses, or, more properly, James Joyce, isn't the first literary thing I have ever been afraid of. I was afraid of George Bernard Shaw for quite a while. He just seemed so curmudgeonly and obviously possessed a ferocious intellect, and I guess I thought his plays would be exhausting as a result. Of course, was I didn't realize is that Shaw also possessed a terrific plotting sense, a marvelous understanding of character, and an enormous sense of humor, and so I shouldn't have been afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everybody is afraid of Joyce, I think. I recall, in high school, a fellow student was working his way through Ulysses, and a teacher spotted him with the book in his hand, shook his head, and said "Why?" I've discussed reading Ulysses with friends recently, and they suggest techniques for reading the book to make it more palatable, and give me numbers of scholars I can call and consult when I get stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Who wouldn't be afraid of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My quote from above is not the only time I have mentioned Joyce on MetaFilter. On June 17 of that year, I wrote the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Years ago, when I taught Hebrew to children, a boy, 10 years old, brought a copy of Naked Lunch to class. What do you think of this, he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think, I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came back the next day, having read the first chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to read this yet, he told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 39. I'm Irish American and Jewish. I drink too much and drink often. My life has, to this point, been nothing but strange side trips off what, for other people, are the main roads. I'm educated in the classics, and in history. I reflexively make jokes, in the way that bullied children learn to, because everyone loves a laugh and forgives those who make them laugh. I'm a writer by trade and a reader by passion, and particularly love to read oddities and works of grandiose, if sometimes misplaced, ambition or passion. I've boxed in a Mexican gym in Los Angeles, gotten drunk with movie stars, written limericks and drinking songs, was beaten in a riot, fled the destruction of New Orleans, seen a city burn, stared at a 200-year old Buddhist monk's mummy in Thailand, sung Yiddish songs in cabarets, made movies with a ventriloquist dummy, and had my writing condemned by a state senator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, this day after Bloomsday, I feel I'm ready for Ulysses.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't. But I was ready to start thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read Joyce before. I've read both Dubliners and Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, many years ago, and enjoyed them both. But even with these earlier works, Joyce required a committed reader. His stories require active participation on the part of the reader, and their meanings are revealed in hints, often in distinct word choices that reference Catholicism, or Greek literature, or Irish history, or his own biography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not a careful reader. I'm not even a careful writer. I write fast and off the top of my head, and revise only as much as I think is required to make my points clear. I skim when I read, driving through whatever I find uninteresting to locate whatever I want to get out of an article, or a book, or a Web page, and I devour it and digest it fast. I read mostly non-fiction, and I read it with an eye toward what I can get out of it. If I don't understand something, unless I think it's something I need, I am okay with not understanding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't read Joyce like this, and I think this is why I have been afraid of him. After all, from what I hear, his two later books, Ulysses and Finnegan's Wake, are terrifically funny, and usually I'll forgive almost anything if it makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am determined to read Joyce. All of it. And I'm determined to do it right. A few months ago, I attended an interview at the Guthrie with Tony Kushner -- another ferocious intellectual -- and he made the case that the purpose of education is, in part, to teach people to be careful, smart, critical readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be doing a lot of reading for this Irish-American project, and I need to get back into the habit of being a careful, smart, critical reader. 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I became part of that community in the early Seventies, but it isn't really my St. Louis Park that the Coen brothers are recreating, although there are hints of it. Their protagonist, a bespectacled and milquetoast college professor named Larry Gopnik, lives on Fern Hill Lane; I went to grade school at Fern Hill. The film makes protracted use of the name of local lawyer Ron Meshbesher, whose commercials I grew up watching. and whose name actually drew applause from the opening night audience at the Uptown. At one point in the film, a character briefly stops in a Red Owl grocery store, and it is perfectly recreated. Gopnik's son spends all of his afternoons at Hebrew school and listens to records at home of his haftarah portion -- I did the same, although my portion was on audio cassette. At one point in the film, Gopnik takes his brother, a hulking wreck of a man played by Richard Kind, to swim in a lake, possibly Lake of the Isles; the beach looked familiar, and I am sure it is one that I went to many time when I was a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Coen brothers' St. Louis Park is a treeless Jewish enclave of ranch houses; my neighborhood, a block from Fern Hill, was a lush, Elm-lined street with a surprising variety of house styles -- the one I grew up in, as an example, was a vine-covered reddish-brown brick structure. It didn't look like a prototypical 60s suburban home, which was what the Coens were going for, but it did look like St. Louis Park. I lived a block down from the local Orthodox synagogue, and so every Saturday would watch a parade of Orthodox Jews walking to shul and then back again; these Jews do not appear in the film. Gopnik's lone gentile neighbor is a strange, stern man with a buzz cut and hunting rifles who endlessly plays catch with his son in their back yard, and who is treated suspiciously by the film's Jewish character (appearing as the central antagonist in a dream about anitsemitism at one point). One of non-Jewish neighbors was in medicine, if I remember, and he had two sons, one of whom was a thoughtful boy who liked Spike Jones records and Dungeons and Dragons, and was my friend; the other son was very young and, in retrospect, was probably autistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, the St. Louis Park of my childhood was full of people, rather than stereotypes. The Coen Brothers are terrific writers, and have a talent for humanizing their characters, but their style of comedy often starts out with cliches, stereotypes, and stock characters. So don't believe the critics who say that this film is the Coen brothers' most autobiographical; it isn't. It's an angsty and blackly comic Jewish narrative, the sort that novelest Philip Roth specialized in, relocated to the Midwest and placed in an pastiche of Sixties suburbs that happens to share its name with St. Louis Park. It tales place, as do all of the Coen brothers' films, in a Coen brothers world, and central to it is their mocking portrayal of ethnicity, which I have never been comfortable with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've taken broad aim at the Jews before, perhaps feeling okay with this sort of broadness because they are Jewish. As an example, in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Miller's Crossing&lt;/span&gt;, John Turturro's Jewish con artist was a wheedling, corrupt, sinister, perverted creature with greasy hair and a hook nose that seemed drawn directly from antisemitic literature, but perhaps he can be given a pass because this is a film where everybody is a sort of comic version of ethnic stereotypes, with the Irish being brawling drunkards who support boss politicking and the Italians being ignorant, just-off-the-boat criminal psychopaths. The Coens also created Barton Fink, again played by Turturro: This character is an anvil-haired and bespectacled intellectual who was defined by his pomposity, while the Hollywood studio boss he works for is a blustering, craven, shallow blowhard who refers to himself, and other Jews, using racial epithets; both are stock Jewish characters. In the Coen brothers world, Jewish characters are not merely funny for their individual idiosyncrasies, but there is also something about their Jewishness that is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing inherently wrong with this. The Coen brothers, if they are anything, are filmmakers who draw repeatedly from the wells of irony, and so characters will often be bracketed in quotes -- think of the gang of thieves in the brothers' remake of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Ladykillers&lt;/span&gt;. Tzi Ma's characters, The General, might as well just be a cartoon of an Asian, but, then, the film's football player, Lump, is presented as being so stupid that even stuttering out a simple sentence is work for him. Characters often verge on caricature in the Coens' films, and those caricatures are often racial or ethnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is risky, because sometimes the bracketed quotation marks around a character don't hold, and you just end up with a cruel racial stereotype. The Coens have fumbled at it before, especially in their use of black characters, who more often than not are just background color, if you will, for a scene, where they just hang around, being black. (The gravediggers in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;O Brother, Where Art Thou&lt;/span&gt;, are an example: They are only on hand to belt out a somber gospel song. The Coens have made extensive use of the magical negro trope, seemingly obliviously: The narrator of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Hudsucker Proxy&lt;/span&gt; isn't a satire of ancient black characters who speak in an unexpectedly omniscient dialect and occasionally offer up magical assistance to the film's characters -- that's just who he is. The same thing is true of the handcar-pushing blind seer in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;O Brother&lt;/span&gt;. They're not satires of black stereotypes; they're just black stereotypes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what to make of this Jewish enclave that the Coens have created in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Serious Man&lt;/span&gt;? And what to make of the fact that the film presents itself as the most of Jewish of narratives -- a sort of a retelling of the tale of Job, but, more than that, a retelling of Rabbi Harold Kushner's book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When Bad Things Happen to Good People&lt;/span&gt;, which was quite popular in Jewish schools in the Eighties, and addresses he question of why God would let us suffer when He is supposed to love us, and why God sometimes rains troubles down on the heads of decent people while allowing the wicked to prosper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tricky to say, and how much you enjoy the film is going to depend on how much you enjoy the Coen brothers sense of humor, which is blacker and bleaker and more rooted in discomfort here than has ever been previously. The film is a sort of a Jewish fable as told by atheists: Troubles befall Gopnik, many of them unexpected and humiliating, and he seeks solace in religion, which gives him none. He visits three rabbis, and they are, in turn, ineffectual, bewildering, and unavailable. Gopnik has done nothing to invite the tsuris that comes to him, but he hasn't done much to keep it away either -- Gopnik is the most passive of the Coen brothers' protagonists, meekly receiving whatever God, or the universe, or whoever, throws at him. It's a strange narrative decision, as usually the protagonist in a film is somehow responsible for the events of his life -- they are the main character in their story. But that's not the case here. The main character in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Serious Man&lt;/span&gt; is trouble, and trouble gets the final word in two closing scenes that are as audacious and disturbing as anything ever put onscreen, and then the film ends abruptly, without answering any of the questions the film asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why this film seems atheistic. Despite direct evidence of the supernatural in the film, there is no God in this universe. Because the events of the film have no explanation, and never will. They aren't the actions of destiny, they are punishments meted out by the Coen brothers, and Gopnik is punished for nothing more than being a character in a Coen brothers film. Rabbis have no solace, or explanations, or anything to offer, because they are not rabbis, but comic characters -- the most elongated scene in the film, the second rabbi's fable of "The Goy's Teeth," primarily reads as the closing dialogue of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Burn After Reading&lt;/span&gt; rewritten as a Jewish folk tale. The point is the same: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIA Superior: What did we learn, Palmer?&lt;br /&gt;CIA Officer: I don't know, sir.&lt;br /&gt;CIA Superior: I don't fuckin' know either. I guess we learned not to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;CIA Officer: Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;CIA Superior: I'm fucked if I know what we did.&lt;br /&gt;CIA Officer: Yes, sir, it's, uh, hard to say&lt;br /&gt;CIA Superior: Jesus Fucking Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Burn After Reading&lt;/span&gt;, there is an explanation for the events: paranoia, greed, vanity, and, most of all, miscommunication. There is none that here. Gopnik is just a shlub, and I suppose your pleasure in the film is going, to an extent, be based on how entertaining you find it to watch him tortured. I found it bullying, as though the actual point of the film was to needlessly brutalize a character. You might read something else into it. The Coens cloak their film in ambiguity, refusing to explain what anything means, and that sort of ambiguity leads to multiple potential explanations. I'm not sure there is any correct one though; I suspect the ambiguity might be covering for the fact that the Coens don't really know what they want to say with this film, but just sort of got caught up in the details of telling it, taking perverse pleasure in having their main character pawed by the man who has cuckolded him, and bled dry by lawyers, and wrung out by a family of cryptic Asians (another stereotype, used here almost solely for the purpose of linguistic tomfoolery, with the characters talking like fortune cookies.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With its ambiguous plotting, what we're left with is a portrait of a Jewish family, and, to an extent, of a Jewish community, and what the Coen brothers give us is clannishness, ineffectualness, incomprehensible intellectualism, and emasculinity; we get jokes about nose jobs and lawyers. The Jews in the film look like they were sent from Central Casting -- they are generally myopic and big nosed, with olive skin and shiny, curly hair, if they aren't flagrantly bald. Many of them are grotesque. And, again, that's quite different from the St. Louis Park I grew up in, where my neighbors across the street were red-headed Jews with small, attractive features, and my best friend was a blond Jew; and then there was me, with blue eyes and Irish features, thanks to adoption. When I was growing up, Jews had stopped exclusively looking like the stereotype of Jews, if they ever did, but those aren't the Jews the Coens wanted for this film. Of course, there are Jews who do look like that -- most of the castmembers of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Serious Man&lt;/span&gt; are actually Jewish -- but there wasn't the uniformity of appearance that the Coens use in this film. And, in the late 60s, when the film was set, there wasn't the neatness and formality of costuming that is on display here. I can say this with some authority, as my father was a professor at the University of Minnesota, and so I grew up around Jewish academics, who, more often than not, resembled Allen Ginsberg. But the Coens place Gopnik in an uncomfortable-looking suit and military issue-syle glasses, Brylcreem back his hair, and direct the actor to go through the film with a series of pained facial expressions, as though his only lot in life is discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that this is a complaint so much as it is a note: That there are a lot of places where &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Serious Man&lt;/span&gt; diverges from history, and it all seems to be at the service of showing its main character as a pained, ineffectual, comical other, a sad sack punching bag from a clannish and strange-looking and incomprehensible tribe. The whole thing plays like a Jewish joke, but it's hard to get away from the feeling that the joke is on the Jews, and that might be okay -- after all, Jews aren't above being teased, even if that teasing toys with some hurtful stereotypes, as long as that teasing has purpose. 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In fact, the history of the food, such as it is, seems to stem from a Heinz executive in in 1927, who realized he could sell more of the company's tinned beans if he marketed it as a breakfast food. I suppose it was just a matter of time before having beans on a plate next to toast became having beans on a plate on top of toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;I ate this, and enjoyed it, during the year I spent in England as a boy, and have continued to eat it since every now and then. It hasn't been the same, though; you see, in America, baked beans are baked in molasses, while in England they're baked in tomato sauce. It is, however, possible to get British-style Heinz beans at certain grocery stores. They come in a recognizable blue can, and, in fact, there are several flavored variations, including curried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the curried baked beans that I used in my menu, which might seem like it's straying out of the bound of a project about Irish foods a bit, but curried food has a long history in the cuisine of the British Isles and Ireland -- British recipes have included curry since 1747, the first curry house was opened in London in 1810, and curry was used in the creation of the Coronation chicken dish that celebrated the coronation of Queen Elizabeth II in 1953, which exploded the popularity of curry in the United Kingdom. An especially popular dish throughout the region is chicken tikki masala, which may even have been invented there -- a fellow named Ahmed Aslam Ali in Glasgow claims to have created it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YguzGB6vlFQ/SsibeVZMjcI/AAAAAAAADyE/wTk3Bn_HDfI/s1600-h/heinz_baked_beans_thekitchn-300x229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YguzGB6vlFQ/SsibeVZMjcI/AAAAAAAADyE/wTk3Bn_HDfI/s200/heinz_baked_beans_thekitchn-300x229.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388727899590004162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Heinz version is a subtle curry -- it's sweet rather than hot, and, as in common in Great Britain, includes chutney and sultanas. All you do is cook it up and throw it on toast, which you then typically eat with a knife and fork; picking the stuff up to eat it by hand is a risky undertaking, as the beans slide off the toast rather easily, and the sauce from the beans quickly compromises the structural integrity of the toast, making it soggy and bendy. There are some variation to this as well -- people sometimes like to add eggs to the top of the dish, or onions, or anything else they might have for breakfast. 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