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A Walk in the Park

April 23, 2013 at 7:59 am by Claudia

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Yesterday was my day off. It was sunny, but windy and cold (will winter ever leave?) and I took a walk in Bushnell Park. Camera in hand, of course. The trees are budding and in some cases, in full bloom.

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The carousel. I was determined to take a ride last year and never did. This year? It’s on!

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I call this the Wizard of Oz tree because it reminds me so much of those talking apple trees in the forest. I love all the curves and bumps.

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Beautiful, isn’t it?

I ran into the young man who is assisting the director on Twelfth Night and we stood there and chatted for what must have been 45 minutes or so. I met him when I was here in January – he’s very nice, very smart and is just starting out on what will be an exciting career, I’m sure.

There’s nothing like sitting in a room full of actors and other assorted types and realizing they are all younger than you to pull you up short. Last year, one or two of the actors were my age or older. Not this year. And so comes the feeling that what they see when they look at me is not how I feel inside. They’re seeing the older Claudia, the woman who’s face and grayish hair and not-as-thin-as-she-used-to-be body still shocks her. And I realize that they are meeting me for the first time as this. But I used to be that. And they have no knowledge of that. But I still feel like that. Do you know what I mean?

I know I’m echoing the thoughts of everyone who reaches a certain age. This is nothing new. On one hand, it keeps me on my toes. On the other, it can be depressing. When did this happen?  I’ve written about it before – in fact, the title of the post was On Being the Oldest Person in the Room. Theaters are always full of young, energetic people and that’s a good thing. But, boy, the realization that I am no longer part of that group still smacks me upside the head at times.

I came back to my hotel and started work on Alicia Paulson’s design for Maggie Rabbit. I didn’t start on it until about 4 pm, but I managed to create the body, head and ears.

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It took me awhile to make my blanket stitch look presentable. I’m showing you the best side. I did all this while watching the Red Sox and eating some cookies that I snagged from the hotel’s evening buffet.

We’re still doing table work but should finish by the end of the day today. I’ve started on individual coaching sessions and I’ll tell you more about them tomorrow.

Oh. Remember my request for a name for my Teddy Bear? The one that travels with me when I’m on the road? Well, I was falling for William when that sneaky husband of mine left a comment and one of his suggestions was Wayfrum Holmes. I laughed out loud when I read it.  So Wayfrum it is. But I think Wayfrum’s middle name will be William.

Happy Tuesday.

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Filed Under: crafts, Hartford, On The Road 27 Comments

Book Review: Margaret Fuller: A New American Life by Megan Marshall

April 22, 2013 at 7:50 am by Claudia

Today I’m reviewing Margaret Fuller: A New American Life by Megan Marshall for TLC Book Tours. As always, I am provided with a copy of the book in exchange for my honest review.

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From the publisher:

From an early age, Margaret Fuller dazzled New England’s intellectual elite. Her famous Conversations changed women’s sense of how they could think and live; her editorship of The Dial shaped American Romanticism.

Marshall tells the story of how Fuller, tired of Boston, accepted Horace Greeley’s offer to be the New York Tribune’s front page columnist. The move unleashed a crusading concern for the urban poor and the plight of prostitutes, and a hunger for passionate experience. In Italy as a foreign correspondent, Fuller took a secret lover, wrote dispatches on the brutal 1849 Siege of Rome, and gave birth to a son.

When all three died in a shipwreck off Fire Island shortly after Fuller’s fortieth birthday, the sense and passion of her life’s work were eclipsed by tragedy and scandal. Marshall’s inspired account brings an American heroine back to indelible life.

My review:

Before I read this biography, I was aware of the name Margaret Fuller but had no real knowledge of her life or accomplishments. And I am not usually drawn to biographies. However, Megan Marshall’s book, amazingly detailed but never boring, is one I would highly recommend. She paints a vivid picture of Fuller’s life, drawing from Fuller’s writings and the accounts of others.

Think of it: Fuller grew up in Cambridge, MA, the daughter of a lawyer and congressman who gave her a classical education in a time when Harvard, just down the road, didn’t admit women. She was brilliant and fiercely intelligent, described by some as a genius. She grew up with Oliver Wendell Holmes; she later counted Nathaniel Hawthorne and Ralph Waldo Emerson and the Alcotts as her friends. She edited some of Thoreau’s writings. She was most definitely a woman ahead of her time. As her world expanded, she left Cambridge for New York to work for Horace Greeley and the New York Herald Tribune as a columnist. Eventually, she went to Europe and worked as a foreign correspondent. All this in a time where women held the traditional roles of wife and mother and weren’t expected to do much more than that. Fuller’s heroines, however, were George Sand and Mary Wollstonecraft, women who disregarded society’s conventions as to marriage. Fuller sought more. She believed strongly in the rights of women. She championed the causes of those in need. She wanted to live a fully realized life and she did.

Perhaps her best known work was Women in the Nineteenth Century, which grew out of her famous Conversations, which were seminars for women. The Dial, a Transcendentalist publication, was started by Fuller and Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Born in 1810, she died at the age of 40 – too young, by far. But in that time, she forged a life that few women of that time could have hoped to imagine. Megan Marshall’s book is beautifully written. She paints a vivid portrait of her subject and recreates that era for her readers in rich detail. We see and experience life in Cambridge, New York and Rome in the first half of the 19th century. We meet those people, some rather famous to us now, that Margaret counted as her friends and colleagues. We learn much about the social ills that Margaret fought to change. And most importantly, we learn about Margaret, whose fierce intellect and passionate embrace of life led her on a groundbreaking journey.

I find her utterly fascinating. And I thank Megan Marshall for writing such a brilliant biography.

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About the author:

Megan Marshall is the author of The Peabody Sisters, a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize. Her work has appeared the New Yorker, The Atlantic, New York Times Book Review, and Slate. A recipient of Guggenheim and NEH fellowships, Marshall teaches in the MFA program at Emerson College. She lives in Massachusetts.

If you leave a comment, you just might win a copy of this book! Make sure to leave your comment on this post. I will choose a winner on Thursday evening.

Happy Monday.

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Filed Under: TLC Book Review 27 Comments

The Start of the Rehearsal Process

April 21, 2013 at 7:21 am by Claudia

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The view from my window. I tend to wake up early and this morning I was able to watch the sun rise and gradually bathe all the taller buildings in light – very welcome after the last two days of gray skies and rain.

I’m tired.

I suppose it’s because I’m not used to a long day in the rehearsal studio. I have to acclimate myself. And my allergies are really bad this spring. Put them together and you will find me falling into bed at 10 pm, barely able keep my eyes open. I’m homesick, too – but that goes without saying.

I thought I might share some of the rehearsal process with you. I’m thinking you might be interested in what goes on in that space of time between the very first rehearsal and Opening Night. Friday was our very first day of rehearsal. The first few hours were spent in a ‘Meet and Greet’ where all of us got to meet each other, as well as members of the theater staff. Then the director shared his concept of the production, along with the model for the set and the costume renderings. We had a break for lunch and then it was time for the first read through of Twelfth Night. For those of us who will be coaching and assisting the director, this was the first time we were able to hear the actors’ voices and get a sense of what they will bring to their roles. Some of these actors I have worked with before. Others are new to me.

After the read through, we started on what is known as Table Work. Table Work involves sitting around – you guessed it – a table and going through the text. In this process, the actors in any given scene share the table with the director, the assistant director, the Dramaturg and the Voice and Text coach (me). We take an initial swing at the text, raising questions, answering questions, clarifying the meaning of Shakespeare’s text and the director’s vision for each scene. Table Work is one of my favorite things to do. I have always loved the communal process of analyzing the script, agreeing, disagreeing and coming up with answers. I learn a lot each time I do Table Work. This part of the process gives me a chance to correct some mispronunciations and clarify some word meanings. But I also have to decide what I’ll correct in that moment and what I will note and share with the actor later, when we work one-on-one.

We are about mid-way through Table Work and by the end of rehearsal Tuesday we should be done and ready to move onto blocking. More about that later. I also will start some of my individual work with the actors later today. I’ll share some of that process with you later in the week.

It’s Sunday. Normally we start rehearsals on a Tuesday but this time we started on Friday and that means I have tomorrow off. I have a book review scheduled for tomorrow’s post – a fascinating biography I think you will like.

Happy Sunday.

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Filed Under: On The Road, Shakespeare 32 Comments

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