And I am sure it occurred to each of us, at some point as our time together approached, that such a collaboration was bound to fail. And, of course, I had never collaborated on a translation before; never had to compromise or convince or admit to being wrong. Yet, for some fated reason, we all agreed to go forward. We met in their country house, in Burgundy, and worked for a month, all day, every day, with only the occasional expedition, to show me some Burgundian site.
She then hands it to Richard, who besides being an important translator in his own right is a poet and a rigorous stylist. He does the next draft. Then they sit down together and discuss it in minute detail, raising questions, making decisions about the style, the level of diction, the choice of words, phrases, and so on. After that, Richard writes the third draft. This is sent to me; I make notes, write out questions — nearly all relating to how the play works as a play. Then we meet; work through the translation word by word; discuss, argue, cajole, but always with the understanding that we all needed to agree all of the time.
Perhaps the greatest lesson I learned from this first effort at collaboration occurred one morning in their kitchen. Of course, here was the essence of our collaboration — or rather, what I think I was bringing to them. Unlike a novel or a story, a play is basically a series of notations for something else. It is not an end in itself.
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It is the notation for the production of the play, and so, as we worked together, I, as both a playwright and director, was always thinking toward production, imagining the questions that would be asked by actors and designers, and trying to make sure we were asking them as we translated. Stanislavski gave it a very careful production at his Moscow Arts Theatre, employing his methods of acting and direction, and the play was recognized as an important new drama. He is buried in Novodevichy Cemetery in Moscow. Each play features the orchestration a number of modes of speech--brooding oratory, pauses, digressions, breakdowns, and everyday conversation--in ways unmatched on the contemporary stage.
Finally, Chekhov also remains remembered for his ability to combine the comic and tragic genres. Indeed, he was often disappointed that his plays were performed as tragedies, believing that their gloomier aspects should have never undercut their humorous ones. Although Chekhov's early plays do not number among his great works, they nevertheless afford--as the rewriting of the The Wood Demon into Uncle Vanya illustrates--a precious opportunity to chart his development and consider some of the stylistic shifts particularly at stake in Chekhovian drama.
A rather conventional melodrama, The Wood Demon tells the store of three erotically entangled couples, following a predictable trajectory through their crisscrossing love affairs. The plot peaks in a climatic suicide Vanya's and ends happily with the pairing off of the surviving characters. Uncle Vanya , Chekhov's masterpiece on lost time, wasted lives, and impossible loves, revises the play altogether. Gone is conventional plot, all erotic intentions appear fundamentally unrealizable, an almost farcical and botched murder stands in for what Eric Bentley calls the play's "pseudo-climax", and a miserable domestic scene brings us to the end.
The old nurse is unruffled by the accusations family members hurl at one another, reducing passion to the nonsense sounds made by animals. Botheration take them! Despair itself takes on its own black humor in Uncle Vanya. Not hot. At times, the play possesses the deadpan humor of an Addams Family cartoon, where dark statements are viewed as too banal, too commonplace, to warrant acknowledgment or comment. In a scene that should be highly emotional, Chekhov flouts expectations by having Astrov.
The element of the bizarre as a technique to retard the action and restrain the emotions is used frequently by Chekhov in his plays. Why would Chekhov write about the frustration and sadness of the human condition, only to undercut these emotions time and again with a noticeable lack of drama and eruptions of humor? Many critics have observed that Uncle Vanya is, in some sense, an anti-play, one where the characters try to strike out and change their lives, only to fail miserably.
At the end of the final act, when Marina invites Astrov to drink some vodka, the audience is reminded of the very first scene of the play when she makes the exact same offer to him. Everything will be as always. In Uncle Vanya there is no way out of misery, no light at the end of the tunnel. This feeling of mine is dying in vain, like a ray of sunlight that has strayed into a pit, and I myself am dying.
Nor can Chekhov provide an answer beyond the half-hearted suggestion that the only way to live with such pain is to practice indirection. I feel very low, I must busy myself quickly with something. Work, work! Rayfield provides an overview of Uncle Vanya, discussing the manner in which Chekhov was able resurrect one of his biggest flops, The Wood Demon, as a new play that would come to be regarded as one of his masterworks. It was published in and first performed in , after The Seagull, and was written, or reconstituted, out of the wreck of The Wood Demon, between and The basic plot, two thirds of the text, and the characters are carried over from The Wood Demon: comparing the two plays is a lesson on how a flop may be turned into a great play.
The core of both plays is the arrival of the professor and his young second wife, disrupting the life, and threatening the livelihood, of his daughter Sonya and of Uncle Vanya. The differences in Uncle Vanya are, firstly, that the Uncle turns the gun against the professor, not himself, but farcically fails to alter anything; secondly, that a new Act IV makes a mockery of reconciliation and instead leaves the old professor in full charge while the remaining characters are abandoned to their desolate future; and thirdly, that the catalyst of the action—the ecological idealist, the doctor—is also a lecherous alcoholic.
Thus the inverted principles of Chekhovian comedy are established: age triumphs over youth, the servants rule their masters, and the normal world has crumbled. The subtitle— Scenes from Country Life —is deliberately ironic.
The play was first offered to the state Maly theatre in Moscow. Stanislavsky was persuaded to take the role of Dr. In fact, in refusing to let actions have their usual dramatic consequences—nobody arrests Uncle Vanya for firing at the professor—Chekhov shows his genius for unprecedented dramatic compression. Uncle Vanya, unlike Platonov or Ivanov in earlier plays, is thus out of focus, for all his eponymous status: his irrelevance makes him, in the last analysis, comic.
What Chekhov shows happening to the Voinitsky family is only a symptom of a more fatal convulsion in the outside world—among the epidemics and dried-up rivers of the Russian landscape. James Press, , pp. He was writing a Middlemarch, only he was writing it for the theatre. Casaubon, who appeared in the flesh in this play. It is not undramatic because it is violently interesting; and it is dramatic, not because. If, on the other hand, you aspire to see just those very things which are lacking in your everyday life, that is to say, a spy killing Lord Kitchener, or M.
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The first act introduces us to a group of characters. In the second act the same group of characters have abounded in their own sense, abounded but not bounded, for they have not made one step forward.
In the third act, one of the characters, Uncle Vanya himself, exasperated beyond human endurance, lets off a pistol at Professor Casaubon and misses him. That is all the action, properly speaking, there is in the play. In the fourth act, some of the characters leave the house where the conversation has been proceeding, and Uncle Vanya and Sonia, his niece, remain behind. That is all that happened. Yet the juxtaposition of these characters in these peculiar circumstances and the conversation which they make between them, open out vistas of thought and feeling.
After seeing this play we know the whole lives of the seven or eight characters. We know their past, although they have told us little of it; we can guess their future. Moreover, although they belong to Russia, and to a distinct and marked epoch of Russian history, the period of stagnation preceding the Russo-Japanese war, during which, as a Russian.
They swarm in London; not a few were in the audience when the play was being acted. We have each of us met Uncle Vanya full of good intentions and ideals turned slightly sour, brave in words, feeble in action, easily reduced to despair and tears, who, if exasperated sufficiently, can fire off a pistol which will never hit anyone. Astrov and Uncle Vanya than Circe herself, with all her paraphernalia of golden looms and grunting swine. We all of us have known Sonia, the plain, unattractive, good niece, who loves in vain and remains behind to do the accounts for her uncle.
But, the reader will say, if we know all these people by heart, if the characters of George Eliot, and many other novelists, are being paraded before us, where is the originality of Tchekov as a dramatist. His originality lies in this; not only has he put real people on the stage—dramatists have done that from the days of Aristophanes to those of St. Tchekov shows you all this; he shows you the guests going and the other people remaining at home.
You hear the dull machinery of everyday once more creaking in its customary groove. This experience is novel and indescribably moving when it is presented on the stage with discretion. Of course, a great deal depends upon the acting. You cannot act a Tchekov play in the same way that you act a Pinero play, not even with the starriest of casts.
Tchekov learnt this himself by bitter experience. But when it was gently treated by the Art Theatre at Moscow, and the play was allowed to act itself, the effect was tremendous. So it was at the Court Theatre on Sunday and Monday. The play was produced by M.
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Theodore Komisarjevsky, late producer and art director at the Moscow State Theatre. It was one of the best performances the Stage Society has given, immensely superior to their last performance of the play just before the war. Leon Quartermaine made him a little too harsh; he was neither sympathetically weak nor hysterically weak enough.
In that last scene, when Uncle Vanya and Sonia sit down at the neglected writing table to work again—the only cure for their disappointments—and she makes her dim little speech about the world beyond the grave where they will forget the stale ache of them, Mr. Quartermaine did not give with equal poignancy the sense of suffering passively, such as only the weak and empty know. He ought, too, to have been made-up to look older.
Miss Rathbone was perhaps a little too much the good schoolgirl, and hardly woman enough. I think in that last scene it would have been better if she had made a subtle distinction between the first part of her speech when she is repeating sincerely, yet, in a way, by rote, those consolations in which she believes, and the last few words when she puts her arms round his neck. She was excellent in all the scenes with Dr. Astrov and with Elena, excellent indeed in her bearing throughout.
Miss Cathleen Nesbitt was an admirable Elena; her walk and gestures were perfect, with their suggestion of indolence and restlessness, as of an unsatisfied woman, neither cold nor passionate, a torment to herself, who tantalises others and leads them on to torment her. Quartermaine had made us sympathise, too, as much with Vanya in these scenes, the scenes between them would have been perfect, but he could not be utterly, helplessly emotional.
Though Elena longs to be rid of her pestering lovers, she really is only interested in love. Miss Nesbitt acted the scene in which Astrov tries to interest Elena in his ideas extraordinarily well; her boredom, her inability to keep her mind on anything but the man who is talking to her she expressed to perfection. I have a great respect for Mr.
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I have never seen him fail, and I have seen him succeed where success is rare. He can give as well as anyone and how few such actors there are an impression of an intense character somehow bedevilled, run-to-seed, spoilt. This characteristic suits the part of Astrov. To Sonia, Astrov, in spite of his coarseness and drunkenness, seems so fine in himself, and he even moves Elena a little. Hignett as the professor was duly empty and fatuous, yet, as he should be, a man of imposing exterior.
He has written rows of books and stacks of articles on art and literature, saying in them what all clever people knew before and others take no interest in at all. We know him well. When you have a good producer, one of the first effects noticeable is that everybody in the play becomes conscious of the importance of their parts.
It was an admirable production, and it was borne in on one again what all clever people know and others, alas! XVIII, no. Bentley, Eric. Hall, , pp. Eekman, Thomas A. Nabokov, Vladimir. Pitcher, Harvey. Timmer, Charles B. Norton, , pp. Bordinat, Philip.