Saturday, April 26, 2008
"It has often been maintained, both in England and America, that in order to render faithfully Shakespeare's creations one must be of English stock, on th plea that the poet was himself an Englishman, and therefore could only bring forth personages endowed with English characteristics, which cannot be successfully grasped by any foreigners. This argument seems both narrow and disparaging to the genius of Shakespeare.
Many authors, either historians or poets, have perfectly understood, either by study and observation, or by intuition, sometimes better called 'inspiration,' the peculiarities of other nationalities or races. Why refuse this knowledge or intuition to Shakespeare?
We foreigners, born outside of the magic pale of the Anglo-Saxon race, place Shakespeare upon a much higher pedestal. We claim that, before being English, he was human, and that his creations are not bound either by local or ethnological limits, but belong to humanity in general."
-Helena Modjeska: Memories and Impressions, 1910
Friday, April 18, 2008
Gender and Such
In researching my final project, I've come across some very interesting scientific research that I find so tantalizing that I thought I'd share it with you all.
What I found was a rather scientific book from 1998 rotting on the third floor of the Bobst Library. I say "rotting" with detest, as I am a closeted bibliophile and this book had only ever been checked out once; meaning that it has hardly been touched and that just boils my blood. Especially when the content of this book is so oddly fascinating. Essentially, this group of scientists suggest (based on research, blah, blah, blah; I skipped that part because I couldn't pronounce half the words in my head let alone with my tongue) that our perceptions of our gender--and of gender in general--are mostly derived from the hormones we are exposed to as fetuses... and those perceptions are then enforced, or in some cases contradicted, by society for the rest of our existence.
For me, this is a wild and radical notion--I had no idea this theory existed or could be backed up with cold hard meticulous modern science. I wonder why this wasn't publicized, on the news, something! It's gotten me to thinking that maybe the reason I'm very forward and blunt where most women would be "feminine" is because my mother did an intense amount of home improvement projects while pregnant, releasing more testosterone into the womb. Or, perhaps the reason my fiancee is so cuddly and girlish lies in fact that his mother practiced religious meditation while she was pregnant with him. Maybe these values of physical activity or religiosity were enhanced in us by the families we grew up in and that's why we view gender and gender roles the way we do--as something that's there, but fluid and indeterminate, something we can flip and flop as the situation moves us. I just think it's terribly interesting.
Thoughts?
Friday, April 11, 2008
Belated Responses: the rare, the valuable, and the unused
I apologize for these belated remarks in response to Christie's, and partially the Morgan, but I have been unable to log into my account for the last couple weeks! So now that I am able to log in again, I am delighted to share with you all the following thoughts:
Setting aside my delight at sustaining such a close proximity to the very important collection of documents and books that we were privileged to see a couple of Fridays ago, as well as my delight at seeing such an incredible cultural New York landmark for the first time, I left Christie’s feeling a mixed sense of pleasure at the treatment and honor given to these objects. In my mind, it is indisputable that they are important and need preserving. But what our heated discussion left me questioning was “why?” Not “why” as in “why is it important,” but “why” as in for what purpose, or to what ends, do we preserve things of such importance?
Certainly I think I’m on the side of our argument that believes in the worth of an object not only for its artistic and intellectual merit but also for its historical, cultural, social-status significance. If I had enough disposable income, I can very much see myself paying millions of dollars for a particular edition of a book, a rare signature, or a particularly important series of handwritten documents from a favorite author, completely regardless of context (especially something like that incredible journal entry that we discovered in the Morgan Library & Museum, written by Tennessee Williams regarding his mishaps with a whore). However, what I cannot wrap my head around is what to do with said supposed object once it is in my possession!
In the actual library part of the Morgan, I was looking at the displayed Gutenberg Bible when an old man came up beside me and started ranting on the paper making process in an effort to convey the importance of proper paper preservation. His charming temper seemed to be absolutely flaring the more he spoke, as we stood there admiring such valuable literature, at the prospect that the Morgan would allow so much light on the pages. He practically started cursing as his adorable English accent berated their leaving it open for public observation for such a grotesque length of time. And impressionable as I am when faced with such a passionate and endearing foreign accent, I agreed with him. How could anyone not do anything and everything in their power to ensure as long a survival as possible for great and valuable works?
But last week, I realized that, in fact, my lines are much more fuzzy than that. There was immeasurable ecstasy in the moment my finger got to touch Charles Dickens’ signature…pristine ink, golden edged paper, crackling pages, old smell… a beyond thrilling sensation. Was it for its sake, or was it because touching this book with his signature was rare and normally would have been forbidden? I think both on some level. This really put into perspective for me the question between institutions owning these pieces and private collectors owning these pieces. As our venerable professor pointed out at some point, when a public institution possesses these artifacts, they are then available for us to see. But this unfortunately sacrifices the proximity you get to the artifacts. So, either a lot of people get to be far away from it but see it, or a few people get to be really close to it and do more than see it if they so choose. Now if I haven’t already admitted this to the world, I share Professor Smith-Howard’s secret desire to be a librarian (either in this life or the next) but for the first time in my life, I found myself rebelling inside and wanting to scream, “seeing it, knowing it exists- that is not enough!” My fingers ached for more fodder for my adrenaline. Everything I saw- especially the playbill for The Christmas Carol which somewhere expressed “overwhelming public desire for Shakespeare” that was occurring during that time period- which so excited me that it is probably safer that I did not touch it. My whole life I have had a love affair with rare manuscripts as they stare up at me from behind their pristine glass cages, now suddenly I felt as though I could not settle for less than touching and experiencing all of these things viscerally.
And what’s more, suddenly I had found something better than either a library or a museum: Christie’s is free and it lets me play! Don’t misunderstand me, I worked once in the preservation department of a music library, so I completely understand the importance and meticulous process involved in preservation, care and repairs of valuable manuscripts and the like. On a very basic level, protection from snotty teenagers who would happily scribe profanity on the sanctified pages; and on a deeper, less-though-of level, even us idolizers/well-meaners could transfer dangerous oils or germs from our hands etc, on the delicate sheets of paper. I get it. However, is it worth not getting to hold, handle or utilize the piece the way you may want to, EVER? To tell you the truth, I was a little miffed at the Morgan Library librarian for not letting us touch the first folio we saw- I mean, she wasn’t even wearing gloves or doing anything too special to handle it.
From an exceptionally young age, I was allowed by my mother to use her valuable, fragile, antique tea cups whenever we were having tea (which was frequently). She raised me to believe that it was not worth having something in the cupboard just to gather dust; it is better for something to get broken having made wonderful memories with you, than never having been utilized at all. She never feared the teacups being broken; that kind of faith in my ability to handle them, as well as that kind of anti-materialism made a lasting impression on me. So now I am forced to wonder the same things about these million dollar books: if we’re not preserving and selling them to use them, what are we doing with them? Is it enough to simply look at them; is it worth the sacrifice of not ever actually experiencing them in the way they were made to be experienced?
"Macbeth" On Broadway
Re. Samantha's in-class announcement about how to see "Macbeth" for free by ushering, I thought I'd post some contact information for the theatre. Would anyone be interested in attending together and then discussing the show over dinner or something?
The Lyceum Theatre on Broadway
149 W 45th St
New York, NY 10036
(212) 239-6200
Friday, April 04, 2008
The Christies Conflict
At first, I was really shocked and even upset at hearing this news. 6.5 million dollars for a book? Yes, it is an original and yes it essentially serves as a piece of art and not as much as a piece of literature-- so you aren't just paying an absurdly large amount of money for words that you could buy for $12.50, you are buying something special, something irreplaceable, and something that is obviously not priceless. This is what I expressed last week and Bertrum and I essentially teamed up to go up against the Shakespeare disciples who seemed to empathize with the tremendous purchase.
Over the week, I brought the subject up to several of my friends, one time with a friend of mine and his father, whose girlfriend actually just got a masters from Christies in England and is now working in the building we just visited. It was during this conversation that I realized I was being judgmental in a situations where is was not really my place. Some people in this world have unnaturally large amounts of money in their bank accounts. Some people give a lot of it to people who have far less than them, while the majority buy sports cars and other luxuries because...they can.
Everyday I am disgusted at the socioeconomic situation in this country, more specifically this city, that allows for people who have 6.5 million dollars to spend on an original Shakespeare to live literally right next to, but completely alienated from a family that cannot pay their rent in one of the cheapest neighborhoods in this city. I could never imagine spending 6.5 million dollars on a single item, and I hope that this sentiment remains if I ever become extremely successful. However, I could obviously never tell other people how to spend money that they or their family did earn at some point in time and I cannot quite empathize with the desire to obtain one of Shakespeare's First Folio.
I can, however, begin to empathize with this: http://most-expensive.net/guitar-in-world
How much do you think that will be worth in 150 years?
On Christie's
My original intent was to go and bid on a pair of armchairs that were appraised at $200 a pop--which is cheaper than a similar, brand-spankin-new chair from Target, mind you. I was a little shell shocked when the bidding started at $800. I was shaking my head in disbelief when the chairs sold for $4,800. Over $6,000, with Christie's commission included. (lot 640) Now, THAT was silly. Five minutes previous, I'd seen a pair of table lamps go for a measly fifty bucks. What the hell, Christie's, what the hell?
If I had known that the object of my furniture fetish was going to go for so much, I might have actually challenged this old gentleman for a lovely butcher block worktable from the eighteenth century that would have looked great in my kitchen. Instead, I let him have it for $200 (lot 586). Such is life. Next time, next time....
But some good came out of my auctioneering extravaganza--I made friends with one of the receptionists! She informed me in whispers that there is a poorly attended, "rummage sale-esque" Interiors Auction (aka house cleaning) every August that features no reserves and over half the items go for fifty bucks or less. If any of you are in the market for some funky antiques or vintage furnishings, this is the mothership. It doesn't cost any money to register (you just need a photo ID and a check book) and sitting in the auction is also free. Any reason to use their restrooms again, right? :)
On Verdi's Otello at the Met
On Bryson
On Christie's
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Oliver Twist = $229,000
First Edition Oliver Twist = $229,000
Oliver Twist on Amazon.com = $4.99
You can buy over 45,000 copies from Amazon.com for the price of one!
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Christies - rare books and roaring debates
The people who go to Christies are people of status - as we've discussed. That lead to my asking the question "do you need an invitation to come to an auction?" and when the answer was that Christies' auctions were all open to the public, I was quite shocked. It seemed so counter intuitive to me. Isn't Christies where the intelligent and rich and esteemed people come to flex their muscles and satisfy their appetites for their preferred curiosities? Why would some 'normal' person come inside?
This point of view, I suppose, fuels the legend that is Christies. It feels so unattainable. But, it looked no different from any of the prestigious libraries and places we've visited thus far. And those places don't feel unattainable at all - they are places of education and as such give off an open feeling. Maybe that's what separates Christies - it's not an educational atmosphere as much as a financial one. A rich one.
All in all - I loved going to Christies because it gave me a chance to see a landmark in New York that I've long wanted to see. The rare book collection was great to see - that inscribed printing of A Christmas Carol was spectacular. But I really took in what everyone was saying about Christies in terms of the sheer amount of dollars that pass through it and the unethical aspects of it. I really had never thought about that previously. I just thought the whole thing was pretty kick ass. I now see all sides of the argument - and it's complicated. Really complicated.