January Blogroll: Digitally Sourced Edition

Dear readers,

As I think I have mentioned previously, last spring I was fortunate enough to spend some time in England and Italy on a Mellon fellowship related to my research. I stayed a few extra weeks to do additional sight-seeing with my mother and grandmother. Mom is a high school English teacher, so Stratford-Upon-Avon was a must; hence the photo above. This month, I wanted to share the resources to which I regularly turn when on the road but in need of Shakespeare’s primary texts. Naturally these are digital in nature, but each lends itself to a specific context. I’ve included screenshots of the first page of The Tempest in each for the sake of comparison (click on them for a larger version of the image).

  • Open Source Shakespeare: As perhaps the penultimate DH experiment that is eminently, well, open-source in nature, this is the site I go to first. Sometimes while listening at a conference there is a passing phrase I want to check, or do a word-count or cross-reference to the rest of the canon against contemporary plays. The power here is in the clarity of the interface and its search-ability: by play, genre, part, date, and of course discrete terms. It is a very short step from being deployable for topic modeling, for which I hope it will evolve. You can add a search box to your browser and the site is mobile-optimized: just click here.

  • Shakespeare Pro for iPhone and iPad: These apps I regularly use while literally on the move—in a car or on the Amtrak headed to Chicago. I don’t recommend them for reading a play in its entirety, nor to do extensive searching, but you can do piece-meal versions of both with this app. As a researcher, often I need to be refreshed on a particular scene, need to see the rhetorical context of a specific moment, or trace the movements of a speech as a whole. I’ve seen more than one interview with Sir Patrick Stewart online in which he references turning to his cellphone for similar reasons. Learn more about the apps here.


  • Folger Digital Texts: This is perhaps the most rigorous online format for actually reading the plays in a multimodal way. There is the text, searchable, with readings and other interactive elements beautifully designed. Because the site is developed by Folger, it retains the mansplain-y element of summaries and synopsis in a left-hand column, mirroring their print editions of Shakespeare. I don’t use Folger editions to teach specifically because of this feature, though I know many that do. In either case, the digital environment here makes for a beautiful reading experience geared towards the classroom.

Happy clicking,

A green and dreamy “Tempest” at Krannert

We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep. [act IV, scene 1]

The theatre department’s production of William Shakespeare’s The Tempest is certainly one of the larger and more complex productions I’ve seen at Krannert in the last five years. The first few rows of chairs in the Colwell Playhouse space have been taken out to make room for a tired thrust space especially designed in collusion with the departments of architecture and landscape design. The production itself, like the space provide, is sprawling and seemingly boundless, breaking out from under the rigidity of the proscenium framework. The ship riggings for the opening storm suggest a mast larger than the eye can perceive—just outside our periphery and thus productively conjuring the magnitude of the storm’s influence. The production as a whole, like its design, plays with the edges of what we as an audience can perceive.

In terms of casting the project is uneven. This is something one can forgive of even graduate-level student (or semi-professional) performances. For example, I cannot get enough of Thom Miller. In seasons past I have looked forward to watching the progress of performers through the program—Samuel Ashdown, Neala Barron—and I have grown quite attached to performances by Miller and Neal Moeller in this crop. I enjoyed his playfulness in 44 Plays for 44 Presidents, and the surprising degree of measured tension with heartbreak in his monologue from A Normal Heart. Here as Caliban he pushes back against a number fo casting traditions in a productive way to make the role all his own. Caliban, per Colonialism traditions, is by and large played by black men of large stature in a bestial mode. As a white male, Miller has to reconceive the role already based on his given subject position: he still performers a thing not quite man nor beast, but rather than an Orientalized slave, in Miller we have a Caliban who is unmoored from the material realm altogether and occupys a space between possible worlds with Ariel. His is a sinewy and deft performance, as aware of the traditions in which he must intervene as Clara Byczkowski’s Twilight-esque attempt at Miranda is not.

Ariel, too, is reimagined I think quite productively here to deal with the realities of “performing magic” here as well. The part is fractured into a half dozen performers who are ever-present, either altogether or as individuals on the stage. They linger on the edges of the action, filling in the sonic landscape to varrying degrees. There are intermittent gecko-clicks that provide the sense of “island” more than any other element in the play. (Being from a rural part of Hawai’i myself, this was particularly resonant as a signifier of isolation in the particular echoing quality the gecko sound provides in such a big space.) Ryan Jenkins seemed to be the vocal leader of the troupe of Ariel’s, leading the small musical interludes and filling them with thoughtful harmony that brought texture and rigor to the soundscape that seemed on par with the Shakespearean lexicon with which it must always compete in this play. Particularly powerful was the moment when Prospero sets Ariel free: he is ringed with the Ariels as if being embraced by a clutch of munchkins that reinforces Prospero’s position as father—to Miranda, to Milan, to Ariel—above all else.

Like Caliban and Ariel, Prospero as the other magical being on this island is also played against convention. Rather than a wizened lord worn ragged and aged by his exile, this Prospero—played by the ever-vibrant faculty member Hansen Keys—was spry, engaged, wiry even. He is mobile and genuinely interested in Miranda’s methods of processing her first encounter with Man rather than only and overly trying to dictate that encounter. As a wily and less-overbearing Prospero, one can imagine him as a young duke fired by the possibilities of book learning and magic to the point of disinterest in his governing responsibilities. He energy propels the production, truly its centrifugal force as the playtext intimates but whose performances have often downplayed.

The rest of the cast seem—for lack of a better analogy—stuck in the island’s mire and muck. Shakespeare is difficult, especially in that he often intentionally upsets out ability to pin motives to his characters. But the lords and sailors are rather indistinguishable in that the hit their emotional extreme early and quickly with nowhere left to go in this two-hours traffic. Our new-found lovers can’t seem to look in one another’s direction, let alone look one another in the eye when they profess their love to one another. Trinculo is often a bright spot here, and Sarah Ruggles makes a good faith effort to wring the maximum amount of humor out of the metatheatric moment when we as her audience as implicated in being willing to drop dollars to see the strange and wondrous, but never seem to have change for the poor or genuinely needier causes. The clowns helpfully serve to bridge the gap in ability between the pockets of characters trolling the island.

And a critique of cast—something a training program only has so much control over—is all I really have. Trinculo’s line about our obsession with the novelly strange feels particularly pertinent for a production in which so much time was clearly spent designing the beautifully textured and ethereal set; the briny spectrum of otherworldly sea-spray for the digitized projection backdrops by Chad Tyler and Jowita Wyszomirska (which produces the desired effect much more precisely than even the real volcanic sea spray used in Julie Taymor’s recent Tempest); the period-accurate costumes that evolve over the course of the play; and the wedding interlude that seemed to follow the stage directions to the letter in order to produce the anti-masque sequence that, while aborted mid-way in the play, would have been as innovative in the court of James I and VI as it looks to us today: “Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they join with the Nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end whereof Prosperostarts suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a strange, hollow, and confused noise, they heavily vanish.” Like a piece of experimental performance art the gods of marriage, harvest, and death swirl and grace delicately to produce another sensation of an ethereal moment that does not go so far to other its audience altogether.

At the heart of this play, what makes it “Shakespearean” for me, is this degree of rigorous collaboration that seems to have directed its course. Early modern players and playwrights were often one in the same. They bought shares in their companies, made decisions as a group on company policy, casting, finances, and productions. This collaborative spirit with other departments and the attention to period specificity only insofar as to inform the meaning of the play rather than dictate what the play can mean is really inspiring and the kind of Shakespeare I would like to see a lot more of. Its particularly so for a play that makes available so many ecological affordances that are often ignored in the interest of feminism or colonial readings. (Please do see the dramaturgical note in the program below for details on the degree the department went to produce this ‘green’ production.) I think the dramaturgical influence of Sarah Boland-Taylor has likely much to do with this. The department’s last few attempts at Shakespeare have been spotty: a cleverly meta-theatric Macbeth was drowned out by a terrible nudist version of A Midsummer Night’s Dream and a painful kabuki-style version of Macbeth through the eyes of his lady. This production not only plays to the department’s strengths, but the strengths of the university more broadly in emphasizing attention to rigor in its labor, informed by learned research, and collaborating with other innovative departments. In truth, I could wish for no better environment for would-be actors to earn their Renaissance chops.