27 April 2022

Acting Notes

by Kirk Woodward

 

[Kirk, who’s contributed scores of articles to Rick On Theater over the years on a myriad of subjects, is, among his other work, an acting teacher and an occasional actor.  Among his guest posts on ROT are several on the subject of acting: “Herbert Berghof, Acting Teacher” (1 June 2011), “Reflections On Directing: Actors” (17 April 2013), “Creative Dramatics” (30 September 2013), “Reflections on Theater Etiquette” (11 February 2014), “Notes from a Sometime Actor” (27 December 2019), “Acting Class (On-Line Edition)” (4 August 2020), and “The Method – a Review” (12 March 2022).

 

[There have also been about a half dozen pieces on actors, both contemporary and historical, which necessarily touch on the art and craft of their profession as well.  (By the way, I’ve authored more than a few posts concerning the thespian art as well, but I won’t list them here.)

 

[Kirk returns to the subject of acting now, prompted by a recent experience on the boards after something of a hiatus.  I will only say that I agree with almost everything Kirk says below, and I’ve had plenty of experiences myself to support all his conclusions.]

 

Acting is a subject of never-ending interest to me, because it’s where so many things converge – past and present, real and imaginary, fantastic and literal . . . on and on. An acting performance is a collection of so many things, brought together in a single person, usually working with others who themselves are the same bundling of aspects of life.

 

Recently I had the opportunity to act in a small production, a collection of scenes with theater as their theme, and I found myself thinking again about this mysterious craft, or art, or combination of both, whatever it is.

 

The experience of being in an in-person performance again, after two years of Zooming, may have stimulated some of my thinking. Also, as I have reported in this blog, I’ve read several interesting books about theater recently. I’ve listed a number of these at the end of this article.

 

So here are a few recent thoughts on the challenging and interesting world of acting. They are personal – my own thoughts – which means that any of them can be misleading or just plain wrong. Nevertheless:

 

1.     Acting classes run the risk of looking silly.

 

Several of the scenes that we performed satirize acting classes, to the extent that I remarked to a fellow actor that I wondered how an acting teacher would dare to do anything similar, after seeing these scenes. If you’d like an example, check the 2009 play Circle Mirror Transformation by Annie Baker (b. 1981). 

 

[Circle Mirror Transformation premièred at Playwrights Horizons, New York City from 13 October 2009 to 31 January 2010.  The text is published in Circle Mirror Transformation (Acting Edition), Dramatist’s Play Service, 2010; The Vermont Plays: Four Plays, Theatre Communications Group, 2012; and Circle Mirror Transformation, Faber and Faber, 2013.]

 

No doubt about it, acting class exercises can look silly – exercises such as a group lying on the floor with eyes closed trying to count to 10 one by one without two saying the same number at once, or walking in random patterns noticing things about each other.

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These examples, and others, can look funny because they don’t seem to have much to do with stage work except in the most general way. In fact, they are forms of exercise, and any type of exercise can seem odd.

 

In a gym, for example, one does a number of activities that an outsider might think of as pointless, like walking in place for long periods of time (outside of the Army, how often do you do that?), or lifting heavy objects (weights) and putting them down again, over and over (again, possibly as punishment, but otherwise, when?).

 

We know, of course, that these exercises build muscle skills that are useful outside the training room. In the same way, acting exercises in “technique” classes can strengthen the performer’s ability onstage to focus, to relate to others, to live “in the moment,” and so on. Those are “portable” skills, also useful in life and unquestionably useful in acting.

 

I do feel that an acting teacher should periodically make explicit the connection between exercises and performance – that is, that a teacher should point out now and then why the class is doing the exercises it’s doing.

 

I took one adult “technique” class at a well-known acting school where the teacher clearly worked without a plan, calling out exercises at random with no point in mind as far as I could tell except a general feeling that we’d be better performers as a result. The result, honestly, was a generally disinterested class.

 

I have used the kind of “technique” exercises described above in creative dramatics classes – and occasionally, I regret to say, used them arbitrarily. However, I haven’t employed that kind of exercise much when specifically teaching acting.

 

Instead I try to stay closer to actual texts, sometimes from plays, sometimes specifically created for training purposes. Similarly, when directing a play the only exercises I use are related to the texts.

 

An exception, in all situations, is the relaxation exercise. Relaxation is so essential for a good performance that such exercises can be useful anytime.

 

2. There are no simple productions. Any production adds layers of complication as it gets closer to performance.

 

This statement is dogmatic, but I stand behind it, and I present my recent acting experience as proof. We began with the notion that we would do a “bare bones” show, no costumes, no props (that is, “properties,” objects used on stage), no sets. Well . . . Wear anything” becomes “wear this.” “No props” becomes “props.” “No set” turns into borrowed “flats” (set walls) and curtains.

 

We were hardly alone in this experience. For example, William Redfield’s Letters from an Actor, referenced below, tells the story of the 1964 production of Hamlet directed by John Gielgud (1904-2000) and starring Richard Burton (1925-1984). Gielgud and Burton decided, primarily for artistic reasons, to stage the play on a mostly bare stage, with the actors wearing rehearsal clothes.

 

But there are no simple productions. Some sort of stage had to be designed; it needed platforms; it had to have walls, which had to be painted. Similarly, rehearsal clothes turned out to be extremely difficult to coordinate. Props were even worse: would it make visual sense for actors in rehearsal clothes to carry swords, and where would they put them?

 

But, one might say, surely there could be a production that literally had no technical requirements at all? Of course, and yet . . .

 

A few years ago we did a living room production of my three-part play A Modern Evening of Classic Drama (see Classics (spiceplays.com)). The cast literally wore whatever clothes they’d been wearing that day; there was no theatrical lighting or set (although we did rearrange the furniture in the living room).

 

There was only one prop, a silver mug. Somehow, half the time we couldn’t find the mug, or forgot to put it in place. Never simple.

 

Lesson: it can take a great deal of illusion to give the impression of reality.

 

3. No matter how small the show or role, on performance days the actor very likely doesn’t want to do anything or think about anything seriously until it’s time to go to the theater. In that situation acting is the most important thing on one’s mind; everything else is secondary.

 

I’ll admit my experience is minor league, but everything I’ve read suggests that even the best, most experienced actors feel the same way. Acting is a stressful activity, and that stress must be managed somehow.

 

The worst way to manage an actor’s stress, I’d think, is drink or drugs. The best, I’m pretty sure, is to acknowledge that while one is in a show, “reality” for you is the production, so focus on that and get plenty of rest. Acting, at that moment, is the point at which your life is most intense.

 

I’ve heard and read this feeling expressed so often that I’m convinced it’s almost always true. The anticipation may possibly lessen in long runs – because saying and doing the same things night after night may dull the nerves.

 

And of course there’s always the chance that my point is simply a rationalization for sleeping most of the day, avoiding exercise, and eating junk food. But considering the environment of a play – you are offering yourself both for the judgments of a group of strangers, and in effect for a jury of your peers, your fellow actors, as well – I stand by my statement.

 

4. People talk about “characterization” in acting. I suggest that for the actor, there is no such thing. There is only behavior.

 

There’s no “character” anywhere except you and what you’re doing in a role - no Platonic ideal of a character out there somewhere, no reality to a role other than what you’re doing in it.

 

If your character limps, mumbles, or wears a moustache, it’s because you’re doing it under the circumstances of the play. For better or worse, you’re it.

 

Reviewers in particular don’t believe what I’ve just said. They tend to think of a “character” as a thing emanating from the play, which an actor matches or doesn’t. They think of characterization, then, as a result, but an actor needs to think of it as a process, something the actor does.

 

When an audience member says something like “That was a really interesting characterization” or “I didn’t believe the character” they’re reporting on the result of the work the actor has done. I believe it’s safe to claim, though, that most actors would say that aiming for a “result” with a character is a sure way to achieve a bad performance.

 

The better way is to do what you as the character would do under the circumstances of the play. If we do that faithfully, the result may look like a characterization, but from the inside it will be behavior.

 

5. It may be useful to look at rehearsals and performances as examples of “acting classes,” on the grounds that you’re always working on acting; you never “arrive.”

 

For me, at least, this is one of the best discoveries to make about acting – to look on every performance experience as training.

 

Certainly at some point a show should be more or less “set” – everyone should know how everything works, where everyone stands and moves, and basically what their performances are.

 

There are exceptions, of course, but those tend to be on the avant-garde side. There is also the example of the great performer Ethel Merman (1908-1984), who was reported to have said, when given a late change in a show, “Call me Miss Bird’s Eye. This show is frozen!”

 

But for most of us, mere mortals unlike Miss Merman, the fact remains that each performance will contain minor variations no matter how much we try to keep it consistent, and what’s more each performance should. External factors (the weather, the day, outside relationships) and internal factors (new ideas, changes in other actors’ performances, accidents) can and must lead to adjustments, at least small ones.

 

More importantly, though, each performance ought to be a learning experience, and if we look at acting that way, we won’t be quite so bowled over by the idea of “being ready by opening,” and will look at opening night, and the final performance, and everything in between as a continuing process of growth – just like life.

 

Parenthetically I should note that, in my opinion, an acting class is actually a more difficult environment in which to perform than a play is. In an acting class everyone is examining what you’re doing and looking for things to fix. In a play the audience is there to have a good time (except perhaps for reviewers – and your friends, and they’ll get over it).

 

6. When it succeeds, acting is about live people discovering live things.

 

Of course acting is about a great many things, but I believe this may be the foundation. I came across this idea while reading The Method (see the bibliography below), which presents a great many ideas about acting. Those ideas all have some point to them, even the extremely outdated ones. Which do we endorse?

 

Many factors go into an answer. One is the issue of whether training really changes actors much at all. How different would actors be if they’d never taken a class? Obviously, an unanswerable question, and nowadays most actors have taken classes somewhere.

 

However, some still haven’t, and for centuries the training of actors was an apprenticeship rather than a classroom experience, As far as we are able to tell at this distance in time, some fine performers emerged from that process, with only informal teaching at the most.  

 

When Konstantin Stanislavski (1863-1938) began his attempt to systematize the art of acting, he did not claim to be inventing a new way of working, but to be drawing on the work of actors who had never heard of his “system” at all.

 

So what is the irreducible minimum of good acting? It should be something common to performers whether they take acting classes or not. My nomination for that irreducible minimum is that the actor be a “live person” – present in the moment, fully existing as a conscious human being right there on stage – under the circumstances of the play and the role.

 

I can expand the idea a bit: Acting is live people discovering live things.

 

This kind of aliveness goes by many names. “Mindfulness” is a frequently used term these days. “In the moment” is another. Stanislavski talked about perezhivanie, which The Method describes as “a state of fusion between actor and character, a merging of the two selves.” The same book says:

 

The actor’s job was to meet the character, commune with her, create something that, years later, Stanislavski would call ya yesm, a phrase borrowed from Church Slavonic that meant “I am.” Ya yesm was a state of living within the “very middle of an imagined life,” the end result of a process that flowed from truthful choices to belief in the circumstances of the play.

 

A personal experience: for years when performing I often felt I was in a trance, operating automatically. At the end of a show I would look back and think, “What happened?”

 

I don’t know if I’m recreating the memory of those experiences, or genuinely recalling them. I do know that today I’m working on trying to be as present in a scene as I can, actually dealing with real people who are also in the play.

 

That’s fine, but, of course, there’s also acting to be done. That’s why the word “discovering” is included in the formulation “live people discovering live things.” 

 

“Discovery” is a sort of game that actors play with themselves, in which they look for places where their characters learn new things, and pretend that those new things are a surprise to the actors too.

 

“Discoveries” keep performances fresh. An actor can play the game of “discovery” practically every moment of every performance, and there’ll always be something new to discover, because, as noted above, there will always be at least minor differences between one performance and the next, hence the last part of the phrase, discovering “live things.” As Heraclitus is said to have said, you can’t step in the same river twice.

 

“Live people discovering live things” is an appropriate description of the acting process – at least part of it – because acting is an “imitation of life,” so it definitely should have life in it.

 

Or perhaps I’m just reflecting my own personal needs. Such is acting. It’s an inexhaustible subject – like life itself.

 

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Here are the books I’ve been reading recently on personalities and issues in acting, directing, and theater as a whole. I highly recommend all of these:

 

Letters from an Actor (1966), William Redfield. Limelight Editions.

An expanded diary of a noted American actor cast in the famous production of William Shakespeare’s Hamlet directed by John Gielgud and starring Richard Burton. Real life experiences during a production by major professionals of a great and challenging play.

 

Mike Nichols: A Life (2021), Mark Harris. Penguin Books (paperback).

All of Nichols’ life is interesting. In particular I’d single out the insights his career offers about directing, and of course there are many fascinating anecdotes about the entertainment business as well.

 

Somewhere: The Life of Jerome Robbins (2006), Amanda Vaill. Broadway Books.

Robbins was a celebrated, gifted, and often difficult director and choreographer. Vaill, with a background in dance, gives a full and indelible picture of this artist who was central to the theater of the late Twentieth Century.

 

The Fervent Years (1941), Harold Clurman. Da Capo Press (paperback).

One man’s look at the life cycle of the Group Theatre, which he was instrumental in founding. A personal, somewhat impressionistic view, invaluable in particular for anyone thinking about the dynamics of a theater organization.

 

The Method: How the Twentieth Century Learned to Act (2022), Isaac Butler. Bloomsbury Publishing.

Can a book about the development and spread of an approach to acting be a thriller? This one is. As books about theater go, not to be missed (see “The Method – a Review,” 12 March 2022).

 

[I usually make some comments on Kirk’s posts that are expressions of my own experiences that parallel (or occasionally contradict) what Kirk has written.  Most of the time, I send them directly to him, though occasionally I write them up in an afterword to his guest posts.  I was going to do the former this time—my having trained as an actor myself and having worked as one for a while—but I’m going to share my illustrative experiences with ROTers instead. 

 

[Going in the order of Kirk’s presentation above, the first comment is on his assertion that “it can take a great deal of illusion to give the impression of reality.”  This is why I’ve always insisted that stage Realism, the theatrical style pioneered by Norwegian playwright Henrik Ibsen (1828-1906) and which became the dominant form of Western theater in the 20th century (and still is the most common), is theatrical.  Maybe that’s self-evident to most readers, but when I was a grad student, most of my schoolmates (and even some faculty) disparaged Realism as a mere imitation of life. 

 

[My stance was that it’s an artistic imitation—‘representation’ is a better word, I think—of life and requires considerable artistry to create and maintain the illusion.  I’ve sat through a good number of realistic and naturalistic performances that fooled me into forgetting I was watching a play, most notably in my memory the Off-Broadway 1979-80 production of Marty Martin’s Gertrude Stein Gertrude Stein Gertrude Stein starring Pat Carroll.  Her performance—GS3 is a one-person show—was so magical that I found myself literally thinking, as I was watching Carroll, “Gee, Stein’s a fascinating person.  I’m so glad I met her,” before I realized what I, a trained and experienced actor, was saying to myself.

 

[As for not wanting to do anything before a performance, in my earliest years as an actor, including graduate school shows, I couldn’t eat before a performance.  I was ravenous afterwards, but before the show, I couldn’t put anything in my stomach.  I lightened up eventually, but it was many years later.

 

[Once on stage, Kirk says, “There’s no ‘character’ anywhere except you,” and that forms the basis for many actors who speak of their roles in the first person: “I do this” and “I enter the room.”  Quite a few acting teachers inculcate this thinking in their students because, they remind us, we’re the ones up there doing everything.  Brechtian actors and teachers will differ, but Stanislavsky-based actors and teachers, especially, perhaps, Method followers, live by that creed.

 

[Kirk admonishes actors “do what you as the character would do under the circumstances of the play.”  I point this out because it’s the foundation of the distinction between role and character as I try to describe it in “Acting: Testimony & Role vs. Character” (25 September 2013).  This was the acting technique emphasized by Leonardo Shapiro, the experimental theater director on whom I’ve blogged frequently whose practices were a synthesis of the theories of Bertolt Brecht (1898-1956) and Jerzy Grotowski (1933-99).

 

[The guest-blogger points out that before actors started training at conservatories, studios, and acting schools, “for centuries the training of actors was an apprenticeship.”  That’s a pretty straightforward statement, but in support of it, and by way of illustration, I’d like to note that Eleanor Ruggles’s bio of the first world-famous American-born actor, Edwin Booth (1833-93), Prince of Players (1953), describes that process as Edwin follows his father, Junius Brutus Booth (1796-1852), from theater to theater across this young country, watching and assisting him and taking small parts, until he replaced the older Booth as the headliner.  (The 1955 film adaptation of the biography, which starred Richard Burton as Edwin Booth; Raymond Massey as Junius Brutus, Sr,; and John Derek as John Wilkes, which I happened to have watched again a few weeks ago, depicts some of this apprenticeship in the early scenes.)

 

[“Acting is live people discovering live things” is one of Kirk’s fundamental principles of acting.  I want to point out that this is the center of Brechtian acting theory and was also essential to Leo Shapiro’s acting technique as well.  It’s not a focal aspect of Stanislavskian acting, but it’s not dismissed or rejected,  Teachers like Uta Hagen who are essentially Stanislavsky-based, note its value as an acting technique, especially in rehearsal.  


[One of my acting teachers used to quote Martha Graham: “Don’t come on stage to give; come on stage to take!”  It sounds selfish and egotistical, but what I understand it to mean, for an actor, is that you take in what the other actors are sending you, you discover new stimuli, you let them inform your performance, and you respond to them.

 

[I’ve always maintained that actors are the worst judges of their own performances.  After a show, actors often assess how they felt they did that night, but when they did well, they often disparage their work and when they didn’t, they think they’ve done a good job.  Kirk shows why this is so when he observes that “for years when performing I often felt I was in a trance, operating automatically.”  


[Essentially, actors are so wrapped up in the moment-to-moment work that they are oblivious to what’s happening outside the performance.  They’re aware of the audience, of course, but only as a general presence—seldom as individuals with moment-to-moment presences of their own.

 

[When I sent Kirk my comments on “Acting Notes,” I related an incident that illustrated his admonition that “a teacher should point out now and then why the class is doing the exercises.”  I won’t retell that story here; it contains some rather personal details.  I will, however, try to pass on the gist without the specifics. 

 

[When I had first come to New York City after getting out of the army, I took a full load of classes at HB Studio.  One was an acting technique class from a working actor in film and theater with a long resume (which I didn’t know until I started the class).  He assigned me and my partner a scene from Shaw’s Man and Superman and added different adjustments each time we brought it to class.

 

[I actually enjoyed the exercise—and the teacher seemed to like our work because he invited us to bring it in to one of his other classes to present several times—but I never understood what my partner and I were supposed to be learning. 

 

[I went on to another teacher later and found the same thing happening.  I swore to myself after that that I would never do that to someone else if I ever directed or taught—and I never have.  I might wait till after a class or cast has tried the exercise to tell them why they did it, but I never left them wondering what the point was.  Even if the exercise was just for loosening-up or focusing, I’d at least tell them that.]

 

[In general, nothing I experienced as an actor, director, acting teacher, or theater teacher conflicts with what Kirk has said in his “Acting Notes.”  As in the experiences I’ve recounted, I can attest to the truth and accuracy of all Kirk’s observations.]


22 April 2022

Helen Katz Kaye Eleasari (1934-2020)

 

[On the night of Saturday, 16 April 2022, I discovered some very sad and upsetting news.  My Tel Avivian friend, Helen Eleasari, who wrote for the Jerusalem Post as Helen Kaye—I’ve posted many of her pieces, including theater reviews as “Dispatches from Israel”—died nearly two years ago and I never knew.  Apparently, no one in her family had me on a list of people to notify. 

[I had written or e-mailed her a few times over the pandemic period and just afterwards, but the messages weren’t answered, even though they didn’t come back.  I knew she’d been unwell; she wrote me that on 22 September 2016, she “fell over a bollard on the sidewalk (don’t ask how—I don’t know) and broke my hip.”  

[She had a partial hip replacement and had been in the hospital for 24 days.  She was doing rehab and physical therapy, she told me, and after six weeks as of 4 November, when she wrote me about all this, she was looking at six more before she expected to be “completely healed.”  Meanwhile, her mobility—she had just graduated from a walker to a cane—was severely curtailed.

[On 23 May 2020, Helen e-mailed me from the hospital again.  She’d gone to the ER at 4 in the morning of the 22nd because she woke up an hour earlier with intense pressure on her chest and was afraid she’d thrown another pulmonary embolism.  (She’d thrown one in September 2018, but had recovered completely, she reported.)  “But no,” she wrote at almost noon on the 23rd. “Thank heaven.”

[She’d been given a CT scan and was taken to the chest surgery ward at 5 that evening “because [the] docs did not like what they saw on [the] CT.”  She explained in a later message that evening that she was now awaiting a bronchoscopy, but she hadn’t said what diagnosis was anticipated.

[Indeed, Helen had signed off in the first e-mail with the line: “As Lady Bracknell says ‘a life crowded with incident’!”  (It’s a line from Act 3 of Oscar Wilde’s The Importance of Being Earnest.)  The word ‘cancer’ was never used in any of the messages Helen sent me, so I just assumed the best.

[As it turned out, that was the last message thread I got from Helen—though I didn’t actually realize it.  I knew she was fighting some illness she didn’t specify, but she appeared to be healing, however slowly, from the busted hip.  She’d seemed otherwise fine—Helen was a little over 10 years older than I—from her attitude in the last e-mails.

[When I continued not to hear from her, I started to get worried, but I was actually afraid to look into the situation.  I wrote to her about posting my 1982 Israel/Egypt travel journal on Rick On Theater, which I was sure would interest her, but I got no response.  (I turns out, she’d died a year earlier!)

[Late yesterday, while I was doing some research on a Habima stage production for an upcoming post, I hit on a review of Helen’s (it was a passing mention; one of the actors in whatever show she was reviewing had been in the earlier Habima production), so I was finally prompted to look online for news.

[The first hit on the Google list was Helen’s JP obituary (posted below).  What a shock!

[Well, I guess not really.  I was already convinced that something dire had happened.  I just hadn’t wanted to confirm it.  Now I had.

[As ROTters will remember, I’d known Helen since I directed her in a showcase of Oscar Wilde’s Lady Windermere’s Fan back in 1978.  Helen played the Duchess of Berwick and she did the costumes for our no-budget, non-union showcase production.  After rehearsals at the theater’s West 20th Street storefront, members of the cast often gathered in my living room at 15th Street and 5th Avenue, just five blocks south of the theater, and worked on Helen’s costumes. 

[For practical reasons, I’d reset the 1892 play in the 1920s.  Helen designed a gorgeous kimono dressing gown (worn by Mrs. Erlynne) from an embroidered tablecloth.  After the production ended, one of the actresses kept the robe—I don’t remember now if it was Helen or our Mrs. Erlynne. 

[Though she was born in the U.K, (Walton-on-Thames, Surrey), Helen lived in the States for years and became a dual citizen before making her aliyah to Israel in 1983 (a year after I visited the country; see “Travel Journal: Israel & Egypt, 1982,” 11-23 July 2022).  We kept in touch regularly and she visited New York several times after she made her aliyah.

[(Aliyah is the Hebrew word meaning ‘ascent’ or ‘the act of going up.’ It’s the word Zionists use for immigration to the Land of Israel (Eretz Yisrael, which today means the State of Israel); ‘making aliyah’ is the term for immigrating from the Jewish diaspora to Israel and is one of the most basic tenets of Zionism.)

[The articles Helen’s sent me for ROT included “Berlin” (posted on ROT on 22 July 2013), her account of a trip she made with her daughter Rava, and coverage of the 2012 Acre (Acco) Festival (9 November 2012), summer theater for children (“Help! It’s AugustKid-Friendly Summer Festivals in Israel,” 12 September 2010), and “A Trip to Poland” (7 August 2015).

[The 20 installments of “Dispatches” ran randomly from 23 January 2013 to 25 February 2020, five months before her death.  Her reviews, for which she was allowed a very small amount of space, were always concise yet complete.  I always admired how well she conveyed her estimation of the shows in such few words.  (I’m terrible at concision, but Helen did it excellently and I was very jealous!)  Over the years, Helen also covered the cultural beat for JP.

[Aside from her writing, Helen directed local productions in English, both musicals and straight plays, classics, standards, and originals.  She spent two years teaching English at a provincial university in China in 2003 and ’04.] 

VETERAN CULTURE WRITER HELEN KAYE DIES 2 WEEKS SHORT OF HER 86TH BIRTHDAY
by Greer Fay Cashman

[Cashman’s obituary for her colleague, Hellen Kaye, the pen name of my friend Helen Eleasari, ran in the Jerusalem Post on Sunday, 26 July 2020.]

Critic and journalist began working for the ‘Post’ in 1987

                               photo credit: Courtesy

 

If there was a single phrase to sum up Helen Kaye, the veteran arts and culture reporter whose byline in The Jerusalem Post publications first appeared in July 1987, it would be mistress of the metaphor.

Kaye had a unique gift for allegory. She also wrote succinctly, and invariably succeeded in packing a lot of information and drama into a small amount of text.

For instance, a theater review would include not only her impressions of the performance, but also the reactions of the audience, a brief history of the play, and the future plans of the theater group, the director, or the main actors.

Kaye, who died on Sunday [26 July 2020], after a short-lived battle with an aggressive form of lung cancer, would have turned 86 in early August [3 August].

She did not originally set out to be a theater critic when at age 18 she first made aliyah from her native London. All in all, she made aliyah three times: the first time from England, the second time from the United States and the third time from China.

When she first came in the early 1950s, her ambition was to be a nurse, and she trained under the late Dr. Chaim Sheba, the founder of the Sheba Medical Center in Tel Aviv.

She worked for several years in her profession until 1963 when her husband, Jacob Eleasari, decided to go to America to study filmmaking at UCLA, because at that time there was no film school in Israel.

There’s an old Hebrew saying that a change of location means a change of luck, but for Kaye, it meant a change in calling.

She enrolled at a theater course at the University of North Carolina at Charlotte, where she earned a bachelor’s degree in theater arts.

When she returned to Israel in 1983, she opted for yet another career – journalism, working initially as a freelancer.

When she began writing for The Jerusalem Post in July 1987, it was for the now-defunct Metro weekend supplement that was distributed throughout the Coastal Plain.

It did not take long for her to begin writing for the Arts and Entertainment section of the daily paper and to eventually become the editor of that section.

When Barry Davis, who is today the key writer for the Arts and Entertainment section, first encountered Kaye some 20 years ago, their work relationship did not exactly get off to a flying start.

Perhaps, because of her nursing background, she was a stickler for detail and accuracy.

“On more than one occasion I was subjected to a bit of a ticking off over some professional matter or other which, Helen felt, dipped below her requisite high standards of editorial and literary excellence,” recalls Davis. “Once – feeling miffed one time too many – I fired back that she was being dogmatic. She suggested that, in fact, I meant didactic and I replied that I meant what I said. She went very quiet for a while and I became aware that, behind the stern, professional and, seemingly, unforgiving exterior lay a sensitive and warm soul.

“Once Helen recovered her poise, our relationship changed – for the better. I learned to appreciate her attention to detail and, after reading some of her reviews of theatrical and dance performances, I realized she had earned the right to be critical of anything she considered not quite up to scratch.

“I also learned to appreciate her warmth and generosity, and it became clear to me, over the years, that she had taken her fair share of knocks in life and managed to stay true to her principles and to veer to the sunny side of the street. She will be missed, professionally and personally.”

Following her retirement, Kaye was far from ready to just sit and ruminate. Instead, with boldness and courage which were typical of her, she shot off to China to teach English, and stayed there for several years.

She thoroughly enjoyed the experience, and long before cars gave way to bicycles in the West, Kaye was traveling by bike wherever she had to go in China.

On her return to Israel, she once again began writing critiques of theater, ballet and opera performances, and of various special events connected with the performing arts. One of her last news items, written as recently as late April of this year, was about the Israel Festival, which she had long written about annually.

This time, her opening paragraphs were completely different to anything she had written in the past.

“No other event – not the 1967 Six Day War or the 1973 Yom Kippur War or the 1991 Gulf War – has in 59 years done what COVID-19 did this year: scupper the Israel Festival.

“Festival general manager Eyal Sher announced Sunday that due to the coronavirus pandemic, the 59th Israel Festival in Jerusalem, slated to take place from June 4-20, would be indefinitely postponed.”

Given the rapid deterioration of her health, it is doubtful that Kaye would have been able to attend the festival even if it had taken place as originally scheduled.

She is survived by her two daughters: Rava who lives in Israel and Eylat who lives in Los Angeles.

Despite travel restrictions, Eylat was miraculously able to catch a flight to Israel, undergo isolation, and still spend a few days with her mother during Kaye’s final days.

The family will hold a private funeral on Monday [27 July 2020].

[Helen was survived not only by her daughters, but also three grandchildren; Rava gave her two, a boy and a girl, and Eylat another granddaughter.  I only met Helen’s daughters once, when she was still living here in New York.  I did a small Thanksgiving dinner in my apartment one year and invited Helen; she brought her daughters, then both still little girls. 

[I said above that Helen came to New York City several times after she moved back to Israel.  One evening during one of those visits, I was home, but Helen was out seeing other friends when a phone call came.  Eylat, who was pregnant with her daughter—the reason for Helen’s visit to the States that time—and a complication had occurred. 

[This was years before cell phones were available, and I had no way to reach Helen.  I had to wait until she came back and after Helen called L.A. to find out what had happened, we spent the rest of the night getting her on a flight west, repacked, and to the airport. 

[Helen got to L.A. in time to see the crisis resolved and Eylat delivered the baby, not without difficulty and, I daresay, a lot of anxious prayer, and all ended well.]

*  *  *  *
MANIFESTO
by Helen Eleasari 

[Helen sent this to me on 17 March 2019.  She had submitted the manifesto—the word she used to characterize the piece, to Haaretz, an Israeli newspaper published in both Hebrew and English and known for its left-wing and liberal stances.  The paper, considered Israel’s newspaper of record, didn’t publish the manifesto, which didn’t surprise Helen.  She also posted it on her Facebook page (no longer on line). 

[I didn’t know what to do with Helen’s manifesto, with respect to Rick On Theater.  It seemed too tied to Israeli politics to be of general interest, and too personal to Helen to fit on a blog belonging to someone else (that is, me).  I never did figure it out, so it never appeared on the blog.  I felt now would be a good time to unveil it

[According to Wikipedia:

Early legislative elections were held in Israel on 9 April 2019 to elect the 120 members of the 21st Knesset. Elections had been due in November 2019, but were brought forward following a dispute between members of the current government over a bill on national service for the ultra-Orthodox population, as well as impending corruption charges against incumbent Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu.

Netanyahu's Likud [Israel’s principal rightist political party] tied with Blue and White alliance of Benny Gantz [a centrist and liberal political alliance], both winning 35 seats.  The balance of power was held by smaller parties, with a majority being right-wing and religious parties that had previously sat in coalition with Likud, which would have allowed Netanyahu to form the next government.

Due to continuation of the disagreements over the national service of the ultra-Orthodox, a snap election was called, and was held on 17 September 2019.  (April 2019 Israeli legislative election - Wikipedia)

[Then:

Snap legislative elections were held in Israel on 17 September 2019 to elect the 120 members of the 22nd Knesset.  Following the previous elections in April, incumbent Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu failed to form a governing coalition for a second consecutive time.  On 30 May, the Knesset voted to dissolve itself and trigger new elections, in order to prevent Blue and White party leader Benny Gantz from being appointed Prime Minister-designate.  This election marked the first time the Knesset voted to dissolve itself before a government had been formed.  (September 2019 Israeli legislative election - Wikipedia)

[And:

Legislative elections were held in Israel on 2 March 2020 to elect members of the twenty-third Knesset.

The election result showed a political stalemate, which was resolved when Likud and Blue & White reached a coalition agreement.  Under the terms of the agreement, the premiership would rotate between Benjamin Netanyahu and Benny Gantz, with Gantz given the new position of Alternate Prime Minister until November 2021.  These elections followed continued political deadlock after the April and September 2019 Knesset elections.  (2020 Israeli legislative election - Wikipedia)

[Finally:

Legislative elections were held in Israel on 23 March 2021 to elect the 120 members of the 24th Knesset.  It was the fourth election in two years.  Yair Lapid and Naftali Bennett announced they formed a rotation government on 2 June 2021, which was approved on 13 June 2021.  (2021 Israeli legislative election - Wikipedia)

[Since December 2016, Netanyahu, the prime minister to whom Helen refers below, had been under investigation for corruption by Israeli police and prosecutors.  On 21 November 2019, he was indicted on charges of breach of trust, bribery, and fraud.  Due to the indictment, Netanyahu was legally required to relinquish all of his ministry posts other than the prime minister position prior to his ouster.  Helen had died before the final resolution.]

Not since November 29, 1947 has there been so critical a date for the state of Israel. On that day the United Nations passed Resolution 181 that divided Mandatory Palestine into two states, one for the Arabs, one for the Jews. On April 9, 2019 we shall vote in a general election that will either confirm us as a democracy or denigrate us to the state of a third rate banana republic mired in the sludge of corruption and toxic nationalism that have here become the norm.

Politics are frequently murky, but over the last few years our politics and politicians have attained an unparalleled level of indecency. It began with the assassination on November 4, 1995 of Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin, continued with the enactment of laws and statutes curtailing civil rights, such as the recently passed Nation State Law, interfering with due process, such as the law attempting to curtail the activities of the High Court of Justice, and most recently readmitting the outlawed Jewish supremacy party, hitherto Kach, now Otzma Yehudit (Jewish Power) to the electoral rolls.

Over the last decade our Prime Minister, in word and deed, has denigrated and insulted the Arab citizens of Israel. He and his government label as traitors any person or institution that dares to suggest that promoting discrimination, lawlessness and extremism is not the way to go. Israeli citizens have been detained at the border for presuming to question government policy, and the list goes on.

Many years ago, and however much it’s quoted, it’s still relevant, German pastor Martin Niemöller wrote his famous poem:

First they came for the communists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a communist.

Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a trade unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.

Is that who we want to be?

[Kach was a radical Orthodox Jewish, ultranationalist political party in Israel, existing from 1971 to 1994.  The party was founded by Rabbi Meir Kahane (1932-90) based on his Orthodox Jewish-nationalist ideology (subsequently dubbed Kahanism).  

[Kach was barred, however, from participating in elections after 1988 under the revised Knesset Elections Law banning parties that incited racism, and banned outright in 1994. 

[Martin Niemöller (1892-1984) was a German theologian and Lutheran pastor.  He was a national conservative and initially a supporter of Adolf Hitler, but he became best known for his opposition to the Nazi regime during the late 1930s and for his widely quoted 1946 poem “First they came . . .,” the verse that Helen quotes above.

[Many variations and adaptations in the spirit of the original have been published in English.  The best-known versions of the poem in English are the edited versions in poetic form that began circulating by the 1950s.  The United States Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington, D.C., quotes a version of the poem.]