Himali Soin talks to the author about The Sky Below, her most recent novel.
Is the future in your hands? Say yeaah. Do you pay taxes? Say yeaah. Are your pockets empty? Say yeaah. And your yeahs fill the postered walls of Brooklyn’s Southpaw with positive energy that only amplifies as the night progresses.
The Bridge Project performs Shakespeare’s The Winter’s Tale at BAM.
The SITI company’s production of Freshwater creates mesmerising stage pictures to permeate the story, filled with notions of truth, youth, beauty, fact, and the elitism of these ideas.
Martha Clarke’s Garden of Earthly Delights is a lyrical and dark performance of man’s first nature, without morality, but with nobility.
The writing is on the wall in Annie Baker’s reimagining of Uncle Vanya at the Soho Rep.
We pretend we’re older now, more mature; we’ve dressed up for the theatre and afterwards we will wax eloquent about our experience. We’ll wear our eyeglasses on the ends of our noses as we say, “Michael Shannon made me quiver, the carpet hairs beneath me raised, and my shoulders hunched with his. But Sonya, her intonation was the same, some bits worked, but there was something missing, you know?” In all our “lame rhetoric, lazy morality and pretentious arguments,” we’d lose sight of the concrete that burned below us, and those that were as yet huddled inside their offices, because they couldn’t afford the privilege of conversation, because they had to survive.
We become those characters that Uncle Vanya despises. In our self-awareness of this state, we become Uncle Vanya himself. This complicity is thrust upon us in Annie Baker and Sam Gold’s collaboration of a new, more “now,” Uncle Vanya. We step into not a theatre, but a living room, and are seated on carpeted bleachers around the stage. We’re part of the game of the back and forth offense and defense, of the power struggles and the tensions that maneuver these characters into each others’ orbits, and that drive them astray.
There are two aspects that make a festival particular to India as a country: the presence of several Bollywood celebrities and the post-colonial conversations about the works themselves. Floods of Indians gaze adoringly at their favorite actor or actress, and I came to realize that India was a country very much star-struck, autograph-driven.