This is for readers who regularly visit this blog, an
explanation why my theatre reviews will cease, hopefully only for a while, and
my writing in general will be curtailed.
I hope this is merely an “intermission.” COVID-19 is the reason. My wife and I have decided to begin immediate
social distancing, and this includes the activities I’ll go as far to say
defines our very existence.
Since writing a draft of this entry, everything is being
appropriately cancelled anyhow. We love all things cultural, but these are extensive
social activities and until this pandemic gets under control, we and presumably
many of you, are staying in place, nearly hostages of our home. It means not going to NYC, where my heart is,
and the area our two sons and daughter-in-law live. It looks almost certain we will miss celebrating
our 50th wedding anniversary there with family and attending the 50th
anniversary of Sondheim’s Company,
one of my favorite shows. It opened on
our wedding day. Our “kids” surprised us
with tickets for that very day. But
compared to sacrifices other families will be forced to make, and some with
serious economic consequences as well, it is something we accept.
Regional theatres will be cancelling their productions. They are particularly vulnerable and those of us who have subscriptions, and we have several, will be asked to donate them back to the theatre rather than asking for a refund. They need our support to survive and if you care about the future of the performing arts, it would be wise to donate and not refund.
Regional theatres will be cancelling their productions. They are particularly vulnerable and those of us who have subscriptions, and we have several, will be asked to donate them back to the theatre rather than asking for a refund. They need our support to survive and if you care about the future of the performing arts, it would be wise to donate and not refund.
More than three years ago, when I was writing more about
the serious deficiencies in Donald Trump’s experience and psychological nature
to handle the responsibilities of the Presidency, I said (Feb. 16, 2017) “I
merely thought [his] behavior ‘crazy making’ but it may be more -- preparation
for almost anything, totalitarian rule by the Plutocracy, religious wars, the
demolition of the Republic, a nuclear winter, or all rolled up into the
Trumpocalypse….Instinctively, even if we survive we all know this will not end
well. I hope I am very wrong, and that
the next four years will be bigly amazing, devoid of losers, with tremendous,
terrific winners, but I fear it’s not gonna happen, zero percent.”
As long as he was riding on the coattails of international
agreements made over decades before, and had the rising economic prosperity
that was already underway before he became President, my secret hope was we
might stagger to the finish line of November 2020, no matter what he does. But
he was ill prepared to handle a truly national Black Swan emergency.
His failures relating to COVID-19 have again exposed him
as a worthless incompetent, now with very serious consequences. His Oval Office
speech was incoherent and lacked what we needed to hear: how the Federal
government was going to provide massive support for our medical infrastructure,
and the resources needed to ramp up immediate testing, more ICU beds and
ventilators, protection for our medical personnel, as well as concrete
guidelines for social distancing in the midst of this crisis.
As he said when this crisis was first gaining attention,
he didn’t want that cruise ship off the west coast to dock because the COVID-19
“numbers would go up,” the implication that it makes HIM look bad. If there ever was a case for impeachment it
is this: his failure to take this
seriously, listen to the experts, and take actions to protect the American
people, all of which is an egregious breach of his Presidential responsibilities. So, instead of a “nuclear winter” we have a
COVID-19 winter ahead.
The thrust of his speech was to build a figurative wall
across the Atlantic that will somehow protect us from Europe. This virus is not
only already here, but is probably many-fold pervasive than reported. Ironically, while he was talking about
keeping people out of the country from those areas (and even that was unclear),
a JetBlue plane was landing from NYC at Palm Beach Airport (his and my airport
too), with an elderly man who had just tested positive for COVID-19 and after feeling
ill during the flight a medical emergency was declared. After landing he and his wife were deplaned, while
the other 100 passengers were delayed for 2-3 hours as I guess officials were
wondering what to do. Refuel it and make
it circle as a cruise ship? In the absence of guidelines, they released all the
passengers into the general population and advised them to contact local health
officials if they felt ill. We know
symptoms may not manifest themselves for weeks, so all these passengers are now
free to mingle throughout our area with no self quarantining or monitoring? This is how such a virus spreads like wild
fire.
Trump’s address did nothing to ameliorate this
crisis. He may even have exacerbated it
as he mumbled meaningless measures from the teleprompter. He likes to use the stock market as a
barometer of his “winning.” How’s that going, Mr. President?
Meanwhile, back in the fall I had explained that my I was
working on a second book which although derivative from my blog would be highly
edited and focused. This has been slowly
and painstakingly moving forward although in the shadow of COVID-19 everything
seems pretty meaningless. But this is
the culmination of a my work for decades, so I feel compelled to
follow through, and now I will turn to it more full time. Hopefully, by the time it is published,
probably spring or summer, this crisis will be a fading memory (doubtful) and
we will all be able to return to a semblance of our former BC (Before C-19)
lives.
I have a final title, ISBN and a nearly final structure: Explaining It to Someone: Learning From the
Arts ISBN: 978-0-578-65465-2. It is
much larger than my prior work. Here is a tentative blurb:
“This is a companion work to “Waiting for Someone to
Explain It: The Rise of Contempt and the Decline of Sense” (Lacunae Musing,
2019) which focused on the political and economic landscape at the beginning of
the 21st century. While I was writing
about those issues, I was also writing about what I was personally experiencing
in my cultural life, particularly the literature, music, and theatre of the
same period. If I was seeking “answers”
in my previous work from politicians or economists, perhaps better clues can be
found in the works of some of our most creative people. I think of them as our greatest philosophers.
Unlike most other works of literary or theatrical
examination, this one is clearly idiosyncratic.
The works covered are tied together by the unique thread of my own life
and times. Sometimes I wonder whether I
chose these works, or whether they chose me. Hundreds of dramatic and literary
works are reviewed, along with impressions of musical performances and
composers, mostly focused on the genres of The Great American Songbook and
Jazz.
Together, these give a unique view of our times as well
as a much needed respite from the economic and political morass we find
ourselves in at the beginning of the 21st century.”
So while my blog will be relatively quiet, this is what
I’m working on. I’m hoping to resume my
theatre work when and if the coast is clear.
I also hope anyone who reads this stays safe and avoids this virus.