Freedom, peace, and “9 (other) Parts of Desire” at Krannert

Almighty God has created the sexual desire in ten parts; then He gave nine parts to women and one to men. And if the Almighty God had not given the women equal parts of shyness…

To open their stage season, the UIUC department of theatre has begun with Heather Raffo’s award-winning production if 9 Parts of Desire. Original created as a one-women show, Raffo came to UIUC this fall to redevelop the work as a six-person vision. The work was also inspired by a trip Raffo made to the Saddam Art Centre in Baghdad in the late 1990s. There she saw only billboard sized portraits of Saddam Hussein. In a back room, however, she saw a painting of a nude woman clinging to a barren tree. She took a photo of the painting, returned to America and devised a way of replicating the painting into a play. A decade later she completed the play, which features monologues by nine highly distinct Iraqi women, initially all played by herself.  [thesis]

One of the things this theatre department does best is stage and environment design. (I’m looking forward to seeing what they do for Shakespeare’s The Tempest later this month.) Here the black box “studio” spaced was arranged for theatre-in-the-round. At the center were three major components. Low-rising rough-hewn rock faces gave way to interstitial periods of plateau. On those smooth spaces we partially faded mosaic patterns in vibrant colors. A central sloping ravine to the floor emulated a riverbed. The six women each aurally recomposed this element in each vignette. For the doctor it was a hall of gurneys strewn with feces. For the painter, it was the prospect out of her sister’s window. For the American, an Iraqi child, and the Ex-Pat it was a ledge on which the television—the focal point of their attention—perched. Hanging from the ceiling were pieces of strewn rock and concrete, arranged to emulate the whole a drilling bomb left in a bomb-shelter roof. The presence of American-hewn carnage literally hung over the entire production. The plasticity of such design reinforced the sense that Americans and Iraqis are struggling still to “recreate” Iraq in the wake of Saddam, but that new-made home has yet to stabilize and take shape.

Martasia Jones (Amal) as a sweet mother and lover trying to find a balance between peace and freedom (Darrell Hoemann for The News-Gazette).

As a training theatre, however, overall the production produced an emotional flatness. While there were especially strong technical moments, the production hits a fever pitch too soon. About a third of the way in we are taken to the extremes of misery and love that is unsustainable. As primarily undergraduates these ladies did some truly remarkable work. It was in the characterization of Amal by Martasia Jones that I forgot I was watching someone work at acting. Her performance reminded of the salon tenor that I think Raffo is aiming for: that we are part of a conversation with women from a culture across the world but the subject matter is anything but alien. The eye contact with the audience by all the members of the ensemble was especially intense. Jones has a knack for knowing precisely how long to hold a silence after posing a question to her audience, waiting to a point of natural pause just as it begins to wander into the realm of discomfort. She was certainly able to gain the most audience engagement than any of the others in last night’s performance. At one point in her monologue about being fat, she hands a bag of chips to a girl in the audience. As a young man tapped her shoulder to get a chip, Jones broke with the script to offer a second of encouragement. Later, after revealing a surprising bit of personal information, an elderly woman on the far side of the room couldn’t help but cry out “Why‽” Its exciting to see a young woman like Jones sitting on the cusp between technicality and proficiency, that place where skill is starting to become second-nature and it pays off in changing the temperature of the room.

And it had been a rather cold Thursday- night audience of octogenarians and theatre-appreciation students completing attendance requirements. I think this and the over ally emotional flatness of the production may have in part been a byproduct of the initial one-woman construction. With one organizing voice taking on different postures the text and its affective tenor could have been more easily paced and managed. At first I was struck by what seemed fairly elementary dramatic construction before I realized it had been reframed. None of our actors speak to one another, they are always half (or fully) speaking to us. The diegesis—the world of the play—is constantly crumbling at our fingertips. What does work in this partitioned version in the use of Layall, the imagined painter and initial inspiration for the project, as the central thread or motif holding the story together. These are primarily vignettes, mediations around a decade in time, but Layall demonstrates some development over time. Hernandez is spiky and sultry as Layall. As a woman herself she seems very comfortable in her own skin, someone I can believe is “good at being naked,” as she says. She is also the darkest figure in this story, cooperating with Saddam’s regime in order to produce art. But even her celebration of the female figure under the thumb of Saddam, Hernandez’s Layall cracks under trauma and is subjected to a violent death. While for our other characters we feel pity for innocent victims, Layall is anything but innocent and yet seems perhaps more deserving of our empathy.

Tess Hernandez (Layall) as the feisty artist who celebrates the female body (Darrell Hoemann for The News-Gazette).

In many ways this staging of 9 Parts of Desire reminded me thematically of Bengal Tiger at the Baghdad Zoo. The subject is obviously the same: the trauma Iraq has and is experiencing and the difficulty in imagining any kind of liberated future for this culture in the heart of Persia. The argument that both plays are making is also similar. The Iraqis have become our kin, they are our cousins and our shame that we constantly carry as Americans. Like a child that has breastfed for more than a week from a woman other than its mother (as one story in the play goes), Iraqis are kin to us by experience. But 9 Parts of Desire casts this yoking of American and Iraqi culture in terms of cognitive dissonance. Each character attempts to find a balance between personal freedom and peace, and yet each seems to come to the conclusion that freedom and peace cannot co-exist but necessitate one another. So while this production may have come up a bit emotionally flat, it reminds us of how much there is yet to say and feel about the war of this generation.

Ensemble Timing: a look back at Krannert’s 2012-2013 Season

We’re all going to go crazy, living this epidemic every minute, while the rest of the world goes on out there, all around us, as if nothing is happening, going on with their own lives and not knowing what it’s like, what we’re going through. We’re living through war, but where they’re living it’s peacetime, and we’re all in the same country.

– Ned Weeks, from Larry Kramer’s The Normal Heart

In the past few weeks, the Department of Theatre at the University of Illinois announced there upcoming seasons of drama and opera at the Krannert Center for the Performing Arts. Both operas are later 19th-century retellings of classical material: Verdi’s Falstaff and Offenbach’s Orpheus in the Underworld. With new director Jeffrey Eric Jenkins at its helm–who comes to UIUC from the Tisch School at NYU–the theatre program will be offering not one but two Shakespeare plays from contrasting points in the bard’s career and both very recently adapted for film: The Tempest and Much Ado About Nothing. Three award-winning plays from the late-2000s with explicit investments in the negotiations between gender and class provide counterweight to these traditional offerings: Heather Raffo’s 9 Parts of Desire (2006), Bruce Norris’ Pulitzer winner Clybourne Park (2010), and Theresa Rebeck’s O Beautiful (2011). The innovation under Jenkins’ direction will be The Sullivan Project, an as-yet unnamed new play that actors and faculty will develop from the ground up over a three-year period. In looking forward to the 2013-2014 season, I thought this would make as good a time as ever to reflect back on this past season at Krannert consider this period of transition in the program.

As a playgoer, the strengths of the season were marked in two areas: formally in explorations of satire, and performatively in ensemble technique. The two satires that bookended the season were 44 Plays for 44 Presidents and the Reduced Shakespeare Company’s The Complete World of Sports (Abridged). While the later featured the original writers and cast of the Reduced Shakespeare Company themselves, the former recreated the sketch improv stylings of Chicago’s Neo-Futurists, one of my favorite late-night treats when I lived in the city. In a department that follows classical training formulae, the excitement of the ensemble cast in doing something scenting of the avant-garde was palpable. And the preparedness of what was once improvised comedy really seemed to work for the group as a whole, perhaps as a useful hinge between formal experiment and the trappings of drama as such. And while the topicality of the production–which I saw a week before the 2012 presidential elections–seemed a bit heavy-handed personally (Illinois voter registration cards were handed out at the encore), for once Krannert seemed to be targeting the immediate concerns of their ethical constituency: the undergraduates. That this might have been the first election many of them would have voted in (if voting at all), it made drama seem exigent to the two young men seated in front of me. At the start they were the most interested in the intermission as a means of escape from this requirement for their online theatre appreciation course. (How can something like that even exist‽) They stayed to the end. But the back-end of the season spoiled me as well. A huge fan of the Reduced Shakespeare Company’s Complete Works of Shakespeare (Abridged), I was thrilled that Krannert brought the original cast in, demonstrating what tight collaborative composition and an investment in group pacing to effect humor could look like. It is almost impossible for me to think objectively about the performance: coming in late, I got an aisle seat about five rows from the front. This meant that I was called up in the last set of scenes to represent France, Jamaica, and participate in the running of the bulls in their presentation of the Olympics on the heals of London last summer. I even enjoyed a brief exchange with the RSC boys via Twitter! This is all to say that generically the most successful points of the season for me were topically exigent, satiric in tenor without disaffect, and privileged the ensemble structure.

The romanesque amphitheater that ornaments the entranceway to the four indoor performance spaces of the Krannert Center at the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign.

Despite acoustically satisfying concert halls and playhouse spaces in the Krannert facility, the musical offerings of the theatre and opera programs are typically inconsistent experiences. This year took up the semi-absurdist bite of early 20th-century opera as a thematic cornerstone to My Fair Lady, Spring Awakening, and The Threepenny Opera. Each featured a solid male principal: Timothy Renner as Henry Higgins, David Kaplinsky as Melchior, and Rick E. Calk III as Macheath, respectively. Strong performers all, they lent depth to their characters and carved out space to demonstrate subtle evolutions over the course of the narratives. I struggle increasingly with the unevenness the principal or “leading man” dramatic structure presupposes as a playtext for its eventual actors: that some will be better than others, so best give your top four players (a leading and supporting man, a leading and supporting lady) the lines and let the chorus fill in the rest. It’s a model the Oscars and many major awarding institutions still privilege; the Academy Awards very noticeably does not include any ensemble awards while SAG does. My own first career choice was to be a Broadway pit musician. In the high school and local university productions I played for, it always struck me that their seemed an odd disconnect between the intensely collaborative process in the pit–with most players doubling and tripling instruments–while the musical format drew stark class lines between the leads and the chorus. Musical scores very rarely feature instrumental soloists, while the vocal arrangements are intensely shaped by solos and duets. (I think Gilbert and Sullivan, on the other hand, had a better sense of how to diversify their song types between solos, duets, and ensemble pieces.) These kinds of “principal” musicals that the season featured also don’t seem to present useful teaching laboratories, where students have to relationally negotiate their performances. This meant our men were strong, had been clearly conscientious about rehearsal, but the seams began to show on those shoals where dramatic acting techniques and musicality met–namely in that they were being asked (and in some cases forced) to carry the majority of the performance, blocked and lit in ways that suggested to the audience that all of our emotional investment must be in the principals alone.

Interestingly enough, both the set of musical works mentioned above and the rest of the drama season were all explicit social critique and employed the “lead” or “principal” model. Now it is only fair to say that a theatre department, unless in commissioning new work, doesn’t have much say over this formal component except in their selection process. However, it seems relevant that in the last decade the plays receiving the most critical attention and commendation are heady ensemble works. As a case in point, Tracy Letts’ last decade of writing and performing and film has brought forth a number of Tonys and Pulitzers. In light of the succulently exigent productions of 44 Presidents and RSC, the rest of the season felt especially dated in the kinds of social critique they proposed. Bald value claims are no use in reviews, I know, but Liz Lochead’s 1985 adaptation of Dracula had no heart despite the stunning set design and mechanics, and no purchase on the state of feminism nearly thirty years in its future. Similarly, Cafe Variations by the visiting Siti Company promised much with its vignette construction. As a concept first developed in the late 80s, its mediations on urban love starting to ring with commonplaces Carrie Bradshaw would find quaint. No Child…was a different matter. A one-woman show written and performed by Nilaja Sun back in 2007 when the former president’s education legislation drove my own mother out of a 25-year career in public education to the private sector, it was hard to align its message next to the Chicago Public School picket lines and closures happening a few hours away. This is not to mention the  majority of parts were being performed by students reared under No Child Left Behind teach-to-the-test legislation. Dispersing the single role into a dozen or so seemed the only logical choice, but the fact that the students playing students who were products of the source of critique toyed with a perhaps unintentional verisimilitude that seemed both too-soon and not-soon-enough.

But I started this discussion by saying there were two areas the theatre department excelled at this season and I think is indicative of the program in the last four years–the latter being ensemble technique. And as I have mentioned  above in terms of the plays themselves as well as performance, timing matters. Larry Kramer’s 1985 The Normal Heart is experiencing quite the second life across the country, beginning with having won Tonys for a revival two years ago. The play powerfully enjambs the moral mire of the AIDS epidemic and the male gay community as separate but entwined phenomena. While its initial iteration won acclaim for the exigency of the first issue, queer rights now coordinate production choice. This production found that sweet spot between privileging ensemble and individual performances, and pitched high on both counts. Leading the fray was first-year MFA Neal Moeller as Ned Weeks. Both explosive and vulnerable, I have my fingers crossed he is cast as Prospero and Jacques next season as he seems well equipped to give them a complex and resonant melancholy. A junior in the program, I was impressed by the sensitivity Nick Narcisi gave to his Judas in The Last Days of Judas Iscariot, and was pleased to see that refined and less sentimentalized in his suave and sympathetic Felix Turner. But my favorite scene from the season was first-year MFA Thom Miller as Bruce Niles, a closeted bank president who looses not one but two lovers in the course of the play. In it, he describes the death of his second beloved while on a plane to his mother’s. So ill, they are nearly blocked, and once in midair, his beloved becomes violently incontinent, dying before they can land. Bruce has to pay a man to steal the body from the plane and put it in a garbage bag so that he can take him home, he not having any familial legal rights. Its a disturbing monologue as text alone, which I would imagine poses the challenge of over- or under-playing emotions, if you can even decide on which palette to select. Like Moeller, Miller struck a balance between violent anger and devastating vulnerability, vacillating gently between the two to make his story seem as if it was possible in this day, not simply an antiquated form of prejudice we moderns have risen above. My own work necessitates that I see the timeliness of historical contexts; I’m invested in the idea that a work doesn’t have to resonate with my particular set of life experiences or political exigencies to have meaning. In this Krannert season, however, I was most captivated by those works absolute in their exigency, unreservedly of and for the moment, asking me to reconsider those potential affordances available, even if ephemeral, in theatrical topicality.

  • For more on early English drama and the paradox of topicality, I recommend David Bevington’s Tudor Drama and Politics: A Critical Approach to Topical Meaning (Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 1968) and Leah Marcus’s Puzzling Shakespeare: Local Reading and Its Discontents (Berkeley: University of California Press, 1988).
  • Detailed descriptions of the upcoming season will be available on Krannert’s website on Thursday, July 18th. Tickets will go on sale to the general public on August 10 at 10am; the box office is open seven days a week from 10am to 6pm.
  • For descriptions of this past seasons offerings and PDFs of programs, visit