Very fine review of a mind-blowing production from Salvage Vanguard Theater of Anne-middle-name-awesome-Carson’s translation of Antigone
[“How Far to Fall
,” Arts Review, March 29]. I’m a huge, huge fan of Anne Carson’s work – plays, poetry, novels in verse, and just about everything she’s done that I’ve been able to get my hands on. Carson takes these ancient human-operating-system texts and fuses them with liquid fire – fire that was already there in the originals, but the air we breathe is different now, so we need a different kind of flame to energize our intellects – and those same ideas explode on the page and on the stage. Let me repeat, I was so impressed, along with my fellow author John Hubner, to whom I was pleased to introduce Carson’s work only recently, and we were the guys in the front row adding our own chorus of “Wow … omigod … far out … perfect!!”
We left the play walking on air, then ducked into a pub for some whiskies and more talk about what we’d just experienced. Brilliant, as in brilliant fire. … Three cheers for SVT, Anne Carson, Sophocles, and civil disobedience.
p.s. Jay Byrd, with his repertoire of sour, dour, and hydrochloride expressions, kept reminding me of James Ellroy, whose right-wing nastiness has distilled into a kind of primordial awfulness. And as far as Byrd’s acting skills go, that was a good thing. I’m sure he’s actually a very nice guy. Right, colleagues?