Archives for 2016

“Revenge is profitable, gratitude is expensive.”

Edward Gibbon, The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire

From 2006:

The first item is a picture of me taken at ten-fifteen on the evening of February 6, 1956, thirty minutes after I was born. I weighed eight pounds and one-and-a-half ounces, and had the same broad nose and full lips that are my most prominent features a half-century later. My period of gestation was “uneventful,” my birth “normal,” my behavior “quiet.” A bill taped into the book reveals that Southeast Missouri Hospital of Cape Girardeau charged my parents $134.27 ($926.20 in today’s dollars) for the privilege of bringing me into the world….

Read the whole thing here.

“A new scientific truth does not triumph by convincing its opponents and making them see the light, but rather because its opponents eventually die, and a new generation grows up that is familiar with it.”

Max Planck, Scientific Autobiography (trans. F. Gaynor)

Oscar Levant appears as the mystery guest on What’s My Line? (Levant’s segment starts 21:52 into the video.) This episode was originally telecast by CBS on October 17, 1965. The panelists are Milton Berle, Bennett Cerf, Arlene Francis, and Dorothy Kilgallen. John Charles Daly is the host:

(This is the latest in a series of arts-related videos that appear in this space each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday)

“Snobs are always insufferable, even when they’re right, though holding strong opinions is not the same as snobbery. Some ideas and tastes are worthy only of contempt.”

Patrick Kurp, “‘Sanding Off Such Pretense or Exploding It’” (Anecdotal Evidence, September 10, 2016)

In today’s Wall Street Journal I review an important off-Broadway revival of Shelagh Delaney’s A Taste of Honey. Here’s an excerpt.

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Shelagh Delaney wrote her first play, “A Taste of Honey,” a snapshot of life in working-class England, in 1958, when she was just 18 years old. Amazingly, it had successful runs in the West End in 1959 and on Broadway the following year, was turned into a hit movie (which has just been reissued on home video by the Criterion Collection) in 1961 and was revived no less successfully on Broadway in 1981. That, alas, was the end of Delaney, who died in 2011 without writing anything else that did remotely as well. It was as if she’d made a deal with the devil: You get to hit the jackpot the first time you pull the lever, but never again.

“A Taste of Honey” continues to be staged with fair regularity in England, but it’s rarely seen in America anymore, though I reviewed a very fine production by Chicago’s Shattered Globe Theater in 2008. The Pearl Theatre Company’s new revival is the first time that it has been performed in New York since 1981. That surprises me, for it is a marvelous piece of work, at once devastatingly blunt and uncommonly poignant. No matter: Austin Pendleton, the director, and his five-person cast have done right by Delaney’s play, and now that the news is full of the hopes and fears of America’s own working class, it couldn’t be more timely.

“A Taste of Honey” is the story of Jo (Rebekah Brockman), a 17-year-old girl-woman from Manchester who lives with Helen (Rachel Botchan), her sluttish, self-dramatizing mother, in a dingy flat with “a lovely view of the gasworks.” Jo has longings far beyond her station, but she is knocked off the track when she falls in love with and is impregnated by a black sailor (Ade Otukoya) who ships out without knowing that he‘s going to be a father. Unwilling to live with Helen and her latest lover (Bradford Cover) and determined to bear her child instead of aborting it, Jo invites her only friend, a homeless gay art student named Geof (John Evans Reese), to move in with her.

That’s pretty much all there is to “A Taste of Honey,” which ends inconclusively, albeit purposefully so. Bright and talented but devoid of prospects, Jo has learned too young that (in her own stoic words) “we don’t ask for life, we have it thrust upon us.” What, then, will she make of hers?…

For the record, Joan Plowright and Amanda Plummer played Jo on Broadway, Rita Tushingham starred in the film version and Helen Sadler was heart-tuggingly good in the 2008 Chicago revival. Hence it’s high praise to say that Ms. Brockman is worthy of her predecessors, giving an earthy performance that feels less like acting than living….

Mr. Pendleton has given “A Taste of Honey” a staging that serves the play with scrupulous, self-effacing care….

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An excerpt from Tony Richardson’s 1961 film version of A Taste of Honey, starring Rita Tushingham and Murray Melvin:

A Party with Betty Comden and Adolph Green, a 1979 TV version of the 1977 revival of their two-person 1958 Broadway revue. Paul Trueblood is the pianist:

originally telecast in 1979:

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“‘I never know why self-sacrifice is noble,’ said Miss Burke. ‘Why is it better to sacrifice oneself than someone else?’

“‘It is no better,’ said Hester, ‘and it is not really held to be.’”

Ivy Compton-Burnett, Mother and Son