>I'm intrigued by Arthur Laurents's plans to bring West Side Story to Broadway next winter in a "bilingual revival," having the Puerto Rican characters speaking Spanish and otherwise making the show "more realistic.
>I'm intrigued by
Arthur Laurents's plans to bring West Side Story to Broadway next winter in a "bilingual revival," having the Puerto Rican characters speaking Spanish and otherwise making the show "more realistic." (Here's hoping he doesn't try to set it in the present, though, because that gorgeous, swanky 1950s brass would sound as corny as Kansas in August.)
That theme of bridging cultures (I know WSS is based on R&J, but making the Montagues and Capulets into Jets and Sharks throws us into contemporary contexts) came to me yesterday when I was editing a
Guide review of
The Umbrella Queen, a picture book by Shirin Yim Bridges and Taeeun Yoo. Apparently based on
the "umbrella village" of Bo Sang in northern Thailand, the story is about a little girl, Noot, who longs to paint umbrellas the way all the women in the village do, but instead of painting the traditional patterns of flowers and butterflies, she paints elephants. The Thai king comes to judge the umbrellas in the annual contest and names Noot the winner, "because she paints from her heart." It's a nice enough little story, but has an unacknowledged dynamic that shows up time and again in American books for children about "other cultures," allegedly honoring different cultural norms but in fact contravening them to celebrate the spirit of individual expression. (Historical fiction does this too, as
Anne Scott MacLeod wrote in a brilliant essay for us.) It's a case where the story's need for conflict subverts its simultaneous claim on cultural authenticity. There's no story if Noot happily paints flowers and butterflies, but the fact that she triumphs by painting elephants says, in effect, that the tradition that inspired the story isn't worth holding on to. Can you have it both ways?
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>good to be reminded of that excellent McLeod article! it should be reprinted every couple of years!Posted : Jul 27, 2008 04:08
swarmofbeasts
>One wishes that the writers of these books would go back to the literature of Thailand, or medieval England, or wherever, where the stories aren't about 'Oh, my society, it's so repressive!" - and find other sources for conflict.Posted : Jul 22, 2008 11:32
Anonymous
>lelac,I was the first anonymous, and I've already been waay to pedantic on Roger's blog, but I have to say I disagree. Meg struggles to find happiness entirely within the limits of the choices available to a woman of her time. Yes, she's a woman writing, but historically, that's unusual, not preposterous. She's not throwing off the chains of her sex. On the contrary, she is soberly deciding who she will marry for the best advantage. She might be pushing the envelope by writing without her father's knowledge, but she always means to show her work to him. She sees him as the ultimate judge of the rightness or wrongness of her actions. Meg's father recognizes her talent and approves her writing because he's a good man and because Sturtevant *doesn't* take the line that anyone who actually believes in those old patriarchal principles must be either weak, as is Birdy's mother, or like a her father, a bastard.
Posted : Jul 21, 2008 12:07
Lelac
>And even in True and Faithful Narrative, we're meant to root for the heroine's liberation; we're there, really, in order to critique the contemporary values, not inhabit them for a while.Posted : Jul 19, 2008 09:48
Monica Edinger
>I'm with you, anonymous, on the Sturtevant book. And with you, Roger, about Macleod's excellent essay.I've noticed too the subtle (or sometimes not so subtle) ways some American stories about other cultures and/or people of other cultures emphasize particular American cultural attributes, say the individual over the group, that aren't part of the other cultures at all. In Sierra Leone I taught art for a year in a primary school. (Not my idea, but the head teacher thought it would make her school look more impressive.) I had one particularly talented 5th grader. However, when his parents came to see the teachers, they had absolutely no interest in seeing me. They cared about academics for their son. Talent in drawing and painting (what the head teacher insisted I teach) meant nothing to them. That he did well reading, writing, history, maths, etc did. There were no artists there as we think of them. Plenty of art being done among crafts folk, but the parents did not want that for their son. The whole concept of artist was very different there. Art functioned differently. This was thirty years ago, but I had a number of experiences to reinforced this impression.
Posted : Jul 19, 2008 12:31