Dramaturkey

I'm getting bored of the popular and scholarly debates about the levels of anti-Semitism in The Merchant of Venice. I'm just not sure what can be gleaned from them; I certainly haven't come across anything revelatory in my research. It's obvious from a textual standpoint that the play utilizes and expresses contemporary anti-Semitic beliefs. Shylock's a Jew and he ultimately acts with cruelty (even the most sympathetic stage portrayal of Shylock will fail to justify the moment when he stands in the courtroom, knife in hand, to carve Antonio's heart out--though I suppose we understand the metaphor: haven't Antonio and the Merry Gentiles escaped with Jessica?). And then the play is chock full of anti-Semitic references: is the "pound of flesh" representative of the blood libel charge of ritual murder, or of circumcision? Shylock is a usurer; he keeps kosher; he does not like to mix socially with Gentiles (but why should he? They spit on him and call him names!). Shylock hates Antonio because the latter aids delinquent borrowers, thus depriving Shylock of the monetary interest on which his business depends. So we have: money-lending Jew, isolationist, wary of Christians and contemptuous of their habits, obsessed with lucre, and ultimately vengeful. Add the potentially typological construct of the play (angry God Old Testament soundly appropriated by the new and improved New Testament mercy), and we have ourselves a pogrom in a book.

Based on this evidence, it seems silly to protest that the play is not anti-Semitic. This is like saying that Shakespeare is not fanatically obsessed with the dichotomies light/dark, white/black, fair/foul, English/black or that all Shakespearean super-villains are not invariably other, and that this other is not invariably associated with darkness. Or, if that analogy does not work for you, ignoring the anti-Semitism in Merchant is like letting Romeo and Juliet survive the crypt. Adding a Spielbergian twist to plays whose meanings reside in devastating loss (and human pettiness) is as horrible as watching the last hour of AI. Not everyone's stories end happily: therein lie the lessons.

So what lessons can we take from a production of Merchant? Surely not that the Portia form of mercy is superior to the Shylock form of revenge? Surely not that Jews are all scurrilous?

Perhaps the best lesson for today's audience is that people become as ugly as your hatred for them. Was this Shakespeare's intent? Probably not...he was a savvy businessman (by historical accounts, anyway) and knew that a bad Jew would sell tickets. But to pretend in a post-Holocaustal world that Jews are inherently good because of the historical evil done to them--or to infer that somehow having been irreparably damaged, Jewish reprisal is sanctified--is to fall into the Shylock trap.

There are serious problems with this interpretation, the first one being that Shylock's verbal pleas--and indeed his early attempt at kindness, by offering Antonio a ridiculous bond--fall on deaf ears, much the way that his later violence does. Shylock can do NOTHING in this play to win, and that is a poor lesson for Jews and others, that Jews occupy a perpetually subsidiary role in the Gentile world. The choice for Jews cannot be to shut up and convert or shove out, though that was certainly the case in Shakespeare's England. And that is, of course, anti-Semitic.

So, I have effectively resolved nothing. But I remain unhappy with the literature of apology and blame that surrounds this play. And I'm exhausted, so I'll just have to spend some more time deciding how on earth I am going to write a succinct and accessible dramaturgical note both analyzing the play's literary complexities and offering (as the director asked) a Jewish perspective.

Dramaturkey indeed!

Rabbi Aryeh Hirschfield

Requiescat in pace.

read my lips, briefly

No tax cuts, Obama! The country is not in trouble because citizens pay too much in taxes. The country's in trouble because, among myriad reasons, most tax revenue is allocated to the military and other government spending programs that do not benefit the majority of civilians. And a $1,000 kicker check is not going to help T and I do much of anything, except pay one month's rent. Which we do already. $1,000 will not help a child go to college. $1,000 won't even pay for a trip to the emergency room for a sprained ankle. And any $1,000 we get is going straight into our joint savings account for the house that is becoming an increasingly fantastical life goal.

This is a time to be brave, Mr. President-Elect. You have a MAJORITY in Congress. You won the popular vote. I appreciate and generally applaud the way you embrace discourse and compromise, but there's no value right now in compromising with Republicans over tax cuts for big businesses or in doling out more cash to the Wall Street firms that seem to have a hole in their bucket.

I don't know how to fix the economy, okay? But I do know that pandering to the people, institutions, and methods of the last 20 years is a mistake, because it is precisely these agents and policies that have led us to this really pretty awful period in US history.

The World is a Stage? Fire the Actors!

If I was President-Elect Obama and I was inclined to paranoia (which I suspect he is not), I would think that a world conspiracy of gargantuan proportions was afoot to discredit my campaign of change and ensure the ineffectiveness of my first days in office.

Israel's current invasion of Gaza, the world financial crisis, America's dismal position within the financial crisis, Russian aggression in eastern Europe, genocide in the Congo. To say nothing of the domestic problems here in the US: public and college education, health care, impending lay-offs, home foreclosures, energy and waste. My god, how could I forget: our own Vietnam on two fronts, Iraq and Afghanistan. Add to that the war-in-waiting in Pakistan and our future president has waded into a military-domestic-environmental-diplomatic quagmire so thick it should come with a safety sign.

From the sideline perspective of an insignificant peon, these problems are frustrating, and at one time possibly preventable. (I don't ascribe to the lame "it's just human nature" argument. This argument is broad and valid enough to win any discussion of human foibles without actually thinking about the causes and effects of human behavior, or about humanity's capacity to transcend personal interest for the greater good.)
a. There's the credit crisis: I won't pretend to have great knowledge of finances, but come on people! Cut up your credit cards. Spend within your means. Stop being greedy. Stop putting crooks in positions of financial power. Stop putting people with personal investments in particular firms or industries into the SEC and the presidential administration. Cap corporate expense accounts and bonuses (and make the people who evade these caps pay a hefty fine). Require successful Wall Street firms to donate a specific percentage of their earnings to public welfare programs (and make the firms that evade this levy pay a hefty fine). Prosecute white collar criminals, starting with Dick Cheney and Henry Paulson. On a meta level, restructure the way money works in America so that people who work their asses off (and those who physically cannot) have access to housing and health care and food. The fact that "middle class" was defined during the campaign as households with annual incomes of $200,000 is ridiculous. If people in that salary range are truly having problems accessing basic needs--well, obviously capitalism has its limitations and it's time to implement some alternative governmental strategies for making wealth work.
b. Gaza. I don't even know what to say. I'm in an ambivalent position, because I care for both Israel and the Palestinians. But common sense tells me that invading Gaza, bombing and gunning down civilians (and this is what Israel is doing, so don't hem and haw about retaliation for Hamas rocket fire) is not the best way to broker peace. If peace is even possible, then those two peoples are going to have to shut up, lock up their weapons, and get along. Enough fighting over a desert strip of land and religious viewpoints that are not all that different when you read the Koran and the Old Testamant. Enough fighting over who is the most historically oppressed minority in the Middle East. And, quite frankly, enough of the U.S. supporting Israel every time it chooses to act violently. This conflict is so retarded on an elemental level, so based upon emotional justifications for violence, that neither Hamas nor Israel garner much sympathy from me. The people I do care about are the Israelis and the Palestinians who are getting hurt and dying because of two nations' inability to share. Why isn't the U.S. protecting them? Nations are concepts. People are empirical realities.
c. The Congo and everything else. We can't save the world, and neither can Obama. But we can become a nation that acts upon its supposed ideals of peace and liberty for all. If our nation made sure that all Americans had access to basic needs, including education and safety, and that we did not allow monetary and governmental and military corruption to occur un-penalized within America, then we would be a much more formidable foe on the world stage. If we stopped invading other countries and hurting their inhabitants, and if we stopped supporting other countries that do the same, we would actually have the moral and diplomatic authority to tell genocidal tyrants and other leaders that the U.S. has officially withdrawn all political and monetary support, and maybe that withdrawal would mean something. Also, all the money we pull out of supporting American wars and other aggressive countries like Pakistan and Israel could go to humanitarian and justifiable military efforts in the Sudan, Congo, and elsewhere.

But common sense is the new naivete. And humanitarianism is for those of us who don't get politics.

Like Foreshadowing, but Less Subtle

I've really experienced a dearth of topics to write on since the presidential election (losing Palin is a little like losing my chi), but 2009 is already bringing in some juicy stuff:

1) all of the dramaturgical work I'm doing for Merchant of Venice
2) the craziness in Gaza, Congo, Somalia, etcetera
3) a renewed attempt to increase my bust size by eating cake
4) a renewed attempt to follow a locavore diet (exempting coffee, chocolate, spices, orange juice, and other "necessaries"), plus my continued foray into bread baking
5) new students to provoke, amaze, and horrify me
6) The Plan: apply for and get into teaching licensing programs so that I can quit the dead end soul sucking no good very bad bookstore job and finally tell people at cocktail parties what I do for a living without feeling like a loser
7) intellectually scintillating discourses on fantasy literature and Battlestar Gallactica, mixed with classier books, in my ever-futile and self-defeating attempt to both embrace and eclipse my inner geekdom

Admittedly, some of these topics are juicier than others. And after reading my friend's much juicier blog, I question my right to even use the adjective. I might resolve this by including salacious details about sexual encounters with foreign booksellers and Fabio.

Fabio flicked his golden mane over his shoulder and stared moodily into my eyes like the dominant lion in the pride. Salivating slightly with lust, he leaned across the table toward my heaving bosom. "Darling," he purred, "The Russians will be here in 18 hours. Let's make the most of the time we have."

To be continued.

Truffled Eggs and Other Little Luxuries

Have you ever eaten a truffled egg?

A truffled egg is rich, creamy, salty and aromatic. It's impossible to accurately describe the smell and taste of truffles, but they're sort of earthy and other worldly at the same time, like decomposing leaves if decomposing leaves had a more pleasant aroma--fetid, encompassing. Truffles smell woodsy, too, but not in a typical cedar, pine, evergreen way. More like dark, dangerous woods woodsy; truffles are culinary sorcery.

Sometimes, when T-money is out for the evening, I cook truffled eggs and sauteed veggies for supper. Tonight I sauteed diced potato, red bell pepper, and petit pois with garlic, olive oil, and herbs de provance, and ate them alongside a truffled French omelet, satiny smooth on the outside and custardy inside. I sat on the couch and relished each rich bite.

The best part about this treat is that it's an affordable luxury. I've been using the real stuff because my friend Erin gave it to us as a wedding present, but Trader Joe's makes a decent faux truffle oil that has almost the same fug and flavor as real truffles. It's also healthy! Eggs are a great source of protein and iron, and everyone should eat more veggies. Adding truffle oil gives a boring supper bang and glamor. It feels good at the end of a long work day to treat your nose, tongue and stomach to something special. Perhaps especially now, when so much of the news is dour.

This blog post is a call for indulging in little luxuries (I can think of at least two close friends shrieking at my hypocrisy right now, but I am being serious). If you're anything like me, you spend a lot of time working and more than a little worrying about spending money. And it's important to work hard and to save money. But, it is also important to enjoy life. And that is why you should indulge in red lipstick and body scrubs, long walks, really good coffee with cream, warm pajamas, lazy time with your sweetie, netflix, and truffled eggs. I've been adding baking my own bread, fantasy novels, blogging, and crocheting to the list, but little luxuries are flexible--just do the things that make you very happy.

Tonight, having savored my omelet, I am going to give myself a pedicure and watch a movie starring Viggo Mortenson. Tomorrow I have a rehearsal, grocery shopping and laundry to do, thank-you notes to write, and dramaturgical research to do, and Monday I must write my spring syllabus, but tonight is greedy, selfish pleasure time.

Snow Angels

It's snowing!

The first, and possibly only, snowfall of the year is blanketing our pretty city. The roads are icy, the wind is vicious, and people are in the kind of festive mood usually reserved for Christmas morning and the first sunny day after our long, rainy winters. I made a delicious breakfast strata with sage pork sausage, cheddar, the bread crusts from my bridal tea, eggs, and milk, which we ate on the couch watching Survivor. I walked to the wine store to buy a birthday gift for my dad, and the snow and cold made the barrel-filled shop feel all the more rich and inviting. I bought myself a vanilla latte (an unusual luxury) and a coffee for the homeless guy selling newspapers outside the coffee shop. The cat's been alternating playing the snow and snuggling in our laps, and T-money's playing WOW. And now I'm home baking whole wheat bread and wondering how on earth we're going to traverse the steep hill to my parents' house in our not-4 wheel drive vehicles.

I should definitely be cleaning out my closet, which is a disaster, but it's so much nicer to be spending my one day off a week sitting on the couch, blogging and reading the dumb and yet incredibly alluring fantasy series T's got me hooked on. I've also been daydreaming about my cousin's wedding, because she called me this morning to tell me she's engaged, and I'm so happy for her! I get to be the matron of honor! (How weird is that: matron of honor? I should have a enormous bosom and shrill, commanding voice. Time to get out the breast cake again.) It's especially nice, because she made my wedding so wonderful, and now I get to reciprocate. I also get to write an equivalently mortifying wedding speech, but enough of that because K is the only person who reads my blog on a regular basis, and I don't want her getting any ideas.

So...it's nice to be snug in the apartment on a wickedly cold and happy day with my adorable husband, who "erroneously" claims to be wasting away. ("Erroneous" is his addition to this blog post. He loves the word, and uses it incorrectly as often as possible.) Soon we'll venture out into the cold, but for now we'll sit content, cozy and still.