MyAmericanFuture

MyAmericanFuture
MyAmericanFuture

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

January 12, 2011: Ambitious Cycle

One of the more interesting games to play at literary cocktail parties—which are not as nerdy as they sound, I swear; okay, fine, they are as nerdy as they sound, but this blog is entirely on board with nerdiness, perhaps by necessity—is to debate whether the true masterpieces are (to cite one significant dichotomy) those texts that work with a relatively tight focus and purpose and do everything perfectly or those that are much more ambitious in their aims and don’t entirely succeed. A particularly good case study for this is William Faulkner: Faulkner’s closed-to-perfect novel is unquestionably The Sound and the Fury (1929), one of the most tightly structured and written texts in American literary history; but his most ambitious is (I believe) just as unquestionably Absalom, Absalom! (1936), a book that grapples with many of the most significant American themes and events and issues, including (among other focal points) two centuries of Southern history, the legacies and mythologies and realities of race and slavery and miscegenation and the Civil War, the Haitian revolution, fathers and sons, the American Dream, storytelling and history, and both individual and communal self-awareness and –deception. Every word in Sound works, but it’s not impossible to argue that it adds up to mostly just its own stylistic perfection; most every word in Absalom infuriates, but it’s not impossible to argue that it’s America’s most morally powerful novel. Your mileage may vary—hence the party game—but I suppose it’s already clear that I’m an ambitious failure type.
Somewhat similar to Faulkner, at least in terms of having set a number of different texts within one geographically defined community (and including some of the same characters and families across those texts), but representing an even more complicated version of this question, is one of America’s greatest playwrights: August Wilson (1945-2005). Ten of the sixteen plays that Wilson finished before his tragically early death comprised one of the most ambitious dramatic and literary undertakings in American history: the Pittsburgh Cycle, ten plays that would cover African American life and experiences and identities in all ten decades of the 20th century. What makes Wilson’s case so complicated is that, by almost any measure, three or four of the first five Cycle plays (all published within a six-year period) are genuine masterpieces—I’m thinking especially about Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom (1984), Fences (1987), and The Piano Lesson (1990), the latter two of which won the Pulitzer Prize; but Joe Turner’s Come and Gone (1988) is likewise a great play in its own right—while the subsequent five (spread out over the remaining fifteen years of Wilson’s life) are much less consistently strong. Does that make the Cycle as a whole an ambitious failure? Does it diminish the astonishing successes—on their own individual terms, and as starting points for the Cycle—of the earlier ones? Or is the problem instead that Wilson’s early works simply raised expectations too high, and thus that we should recognize the greatness of his talents and career as a whole and not let the inevitable distinctions between individual works cloud that impressive whole?
These are not, of course, questions for which I have any definitive answers, and without getting too LeVar Burton on you, the most important answer I can give is that you should try to read (or, if you can, see—as the first link below indicates, YouTube has some great starting points for these works) Wilson’s plays, especially those early ones, and decide for yourself. But I do think that the very question of success or failure—a question, of course, that is especially prominent for playwrights, since their works are the most dependent on audience response of any authors—can elide two other and (to this AmericanStudier) particularly meaningful ways of analyzing and even judging works like Wilson’s. Both are related to history, on two distinct but interconnected levels: one of the most impressive elements of Wilson’s work in an individual play like Fences (for example) is the way in which, writing in the late 1980s, he populates a late 1950s world with characters who feel at once deeply tied to that historical moment and yet profoundly human and relevant to his own era and audience (and, I can say with authority having just taught the play last fall, our early 21st century moment as well); and similarly, one of the most unique and important qualities of the Cycle as a whole is its ability to conjure the sweep of a century, to consider both the continuities and the changes in a neighborhood, a city, a race, and a nation (among other communities) over those hundred years, without losing sight of the intimate identities and exchanges and events that are at the heart of any drama.
Like Faulkner, and Toni Morrison, and perhaps one or two other American authors, Wilson set out at an early point in his career to both critique and reinvigorate American mythologies, to grapple with some of the most defining national issues, across many decades of history and story, while creating powerful and impressive works of art in his chosen medium. The national and historical goals are not by any means required of a dramatic work (or any other literary text), but they can, whether in perfect or in partial success, help American audiences engage with and challenge and ultimately understand who and where and what we’ve been and are, and few projects are as ambitious or important as that one. More tomorrow, on one of the most raw and personal and yet one of the most broadly American albums I know.
Ben
PS. Three links to start with:
1)      A short but powerful scene from the recent revival of Fences, starring Denzel Washington and Viola Davis: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EqIHzuBm2Gk
2)      Great interview with Wilson: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=1700922
3)      OPEN: Any ambitious failures you especially love? Or masterpieces of a different kind you’d highlight instead?

3 comments:

  1. OK, Ben, your cocktail parties sound much nicer than mine--bad band history was one particular favorite. On to more important stuff. I think Absalom, Absalom is magnificent and comparable, in many ways, to Ulysses in all that does in terms of style and plotting. I agree that The Sound and the Fury is near perfect, but, to me, it is closer to Wilson and Fences in that, while really terrific texts, they are a little too pat. OK, I hesitate to say that about S&F, but Fences, while a real pleasure to teach, isn't nearly as challenging to readers in many ways. It is so well constructed that you have to just follow the signs and you get there. Faulkner, on the other hand, is work . . . hard work. He wears you out and can really frustrate the heck out of you, but you will remember him for a lifetime. I haven't read Absalom, Absalom since my undergraduate seminar on Faulkner, yet I remember it so clearly. It sticks. It was worth the challenge.

    Anyway, having said all that, I admit that 1) I skimmed some of your post since I am also cooking and 2) that I really wanted to see Denzel on Broadway but the cheapest tickets were $185, so I instead used that as an example in Modern Drama of how Broadway has priced itself out of the reach of most people.

    Just some thoughts. And your blog always makes me think--fabulous.
    Irene

    ReplyDelete
  2. Hi Irene,

    Thanks for the comment! I agree about S&F, and actually would say that, while it is certainly crazy hard work, it does also want to get us to very specific places if we do that work and doesn't leave a lot of room for the more messy and complex and thus more thematically and morally rich territory of Absalom.

    Yeah, I figured Denzel was probably pretty pricey. Much of it is on YouTube, which is a lot cheaper!

    See you soon,
    Ben

    ReplyDelete
  3. Hi Ben,

    I agree, S&F is worth it. Thanks for the youtube tip, but Denzel live . . . bliss.

    As an idea for the ambitious failure (or "hot mess" as I started thinking about it), I would suggest, with great hesitation, Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow. I thought Calling of Lot 49 was brilliant and the same for V. I might not be American Studies enough for Gravity's Rainbow, though.

    I haven't been too thrilled with his stuff since, either.

    Thanks for getting me to think about this!
    Irene

    ReplyDelete