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Today's Stories July 17-19, 2009 Nikolas Kozloff July 16, 2009 Paul Craig Roberts Afshin Rattansi Iranian Planes and the Hidden Toll of Economic Sanctions Gregory V. Button Evan Knappenberger Michelle Bollinger Russell Mokhiber Belén Fernández Alice Walker Nicholas Dearden Albert Osueke Website of the Day
Manuel Garcia, Jr. Vijay Prashad Dean Baker Ray McGovern Jonathan Cook David Rosen Eric Walberg Greg Moses Sousan Hammad Binoy Kampmark Tracy McLellan Website of the Day July 14, 2009 Eamonn McCann Joanne Mariner Franklin Spinney Steve Heilig Ali Abunimah Dave Lindorff Nikolas Kozloff Ellen Brown Alice Slater Ron Jacobs Joe Allen Website of the Day July 13, 2009 Uri Avnery Mike Whitney P. Sainath Gareth Porter Paul Moore Tim Wise Andy Worthington Former Insider Shatters Credibility of Military Commissions David Macaray Cal Winslow Niranjan Ramakrishnan Website of the Day July 10-12, 2009 Alexander Cockburn José Pertierra John Ross Conn Hallinan Nikolas Kozloff Clifton Ross / Carl Ginsburg Michael Neumann Gilad Atzmon Jeffrey St. Clair Ellen Hodgson Brown Jim Goodman Christopher Bickerton Wendell Potter Dave Lindorff David Ker Thomson Anthony DiMaggio Raymond Lawrence Walid El Houri Stephanie Westbrook Roger Gaess David Yearsley Kim Nicolini Poets' Basement Website of the Weekend
July 9, 2009 Ronnie Cummings Jonathan Cook Nikolas Kozloff James Bovard Norman Solomon Afghanistan: the Escalation Scam Allan Nairn Andy Worthington Tomas Borge Nadia Hijab Paul Krassner Website of the Day July 8, 2009 Saul Landau Dean Baker Winslow T. Wheeler Eric Walberg Ray McGovern David Rosen Dr. Mona El Farra Ron Jacobs Benjamin Dangl Alan Farago Website of the Day July 7, 2009 Alexander Cockburn Uri Avnery Brian M. Downing Gary Leupp Gregory A. Burris David Macaray Laura Flanders Alan Farago Greg Moses Dan Bacher Website of the Day July 6, 2009 Patrick Cockburn Diana Johnstone Nikolas Kozloff Gary Leupp Jonathan Cook Tim Wise Franklin Lamb Charles R. Larson Carlos Benemann Shepherd Bliss Jerry Kroth Karyn Strickler Website of the Day July 3-5, 2009 Alexander Cockburn Eamonn Fingleton Jeffrey St. Clair Mike Whitney Pam Martens George Ciccariello-Maher Paul Craig Roberts Patrick Cockburn Anthony DiMaggio Roger Burbach John Ross Nikolas Kozloff Gareth Porter Andy Worthington Saul Landau David Macaray Adam Federman Jane Slaughter Labor's Vague Rally for Health Care Russell Mokhiber Black Caucus Muzzled on Israeli Kidnapping of McKinney Robert Jensen Robert Bryce Belén Fernandez Missy Comley Beattie C. G. Estabrook Stephen Martin Charles R. Larson Lorenzo Wolff Kim Nicolini Poets' Basement Website of the Weekend July 2, 2009 Andrew Cockburn Nikolas Kozloff Wendell Potter Ellen Hodgson Brown Christian Christensen Iran: Networked Dissent? Patrick Irelan Binoy Kampmark Returning Iraq Nicola Nasser Brian Tokar Dan Bacher Website of the Day July 1, 2009 Vijay Prashad Alberto Vallente Thorensen Paul Craig Roberts Robert Weissman Manuel García, Jr. Victor Figueroa-Clark / Pablo Navarrete Norman Solomon Franklin Lamb Martha Rosenberg Diane Rejman Website of the Day June 30, 2009 Michael Hudson Esam Al-Amin Benjamin Dangl Jonathan Cook Franklin Lamb George Wuerthner Todd Gordon Ron Jacobs Kenneth Libby Julian Vigo Website of the Day
June 29, 2009 Ishmael Reed Nikolas Kozloff Clifton Ross Patrick Cockburn Uri Avnery Conn Hallinan James G. Abourezk Ralph Nader Carol Miller Greg Moses Website of the Day June 26-28, 2009 Alexander Cockburn Jeffrey St. Clair Doug Peacock Daniel Wolff Mike Whitney John Ross David Rosen Emily Ratner Gareth Porter Farid Marjai Nadia Hijab Paul Craig Roberts Fred Gardner Carl Ginsburg Paul Watson David Ker Thomson Farzana Versey Geoff Berne Todd Alan Price Ramzy Baroud Jeff Sher Dr. Carol Paris Despite My Arrest by Max Baucus, I Will Continue to Advocate for Quality Health Care for All Walter Brasch Adultery as Family Value? Glen Johnson Charlotte Laws Charles R. Larson Kim Nicolini David Yearsley Lorenzo Wolff Poets' Basement Website of the Weekend June 25, 2009 Kathy Kelly Jack Bratich Wendell Potter Charles R. Larson Alan Farago Jonathan Cook Gareth Porter Bitta Mostofi / David Macaray Mark Schuller Website of the Day June 24, 2009 Andrew Cockburn Dean Baker Andy Worthington James Bovard Diana Gibson / P. Sainath Gareth Porter Robert Alvarez Dave Lindorff Steven Colatrella Remembering Giovanni Arrighi Website of the Day
June 23, 2009 David Price Patrick Cockburn James Ridgeway / Dave Lindorff Carmelo Ruiz-Marrero Gary Leupp Brian M. Downing Robert Bryce Nicholas Dearden Yousef Munayyer Website of the Day June 22, 2009 Michael Hudson Esam Al-Amin Chris Floyd Jack Z. Bratich Atash Yaghmaian Laura Carlsen Paul Craig Roberts Vijay Prashad Fred Gardner Andy Thayer David Macaray Website of the Day
June 19 - 21, 2009 Alexander Cockburn Jeffrey St. Clair Patrick Cockburn Al Giordano Henry A. Giroux Anthony DiMaggio Paul Craig Roberts John Ross Gareth Porter Carl Ginsburg Tommi Avicolli Mecca Joe Bageant Serge Halimi P. Sainath Jim Goodman Dave Lindorff Rannie Amiri Robert Fantina Harvey Wasserman Walter Brasch David Ker Thomson Charles R. Larson David Yearsley Kim Nicolini Ben Sonnenberg Poets' Basement Website of the Weekend
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Weekend Edition The Musical PatriotThat's Women for You: Abbas Kiarostami's CosìBy DAVID YEARSLEY On that warm London evening with Jacko just dead and vigil-makers clogging Trafalgar Square and with Bruce Springsteen appearing in Hyde Park before his own adoring multitudes, I did the wisest thing I could to avoid all the madness. I went to the opera. Only a couple blocks from the sorrowful rituals for Jacko, in the shadow of the lamented hero of Trafalgar, Lord Nelson, atop his column turning his back resolutely to the mourners, the English National Opera’s spacious and lovely production of Così fan tutte was on offer at the Coliseum a couple of blocks up St. Martin’s Lane. Built in 1904 as the “People’s Palace of a entertainment,” the Coliseum has since been outgrown by the economies of scale that industrial giants like Springsteen and Jacko commanded. Equally as close to the other theatres of Leiceister Square serving up standard fare for the throngs of tourists, the Coliseum’s neo-Baroque tower topped by a globe rises above the adjacent Georgian terraced buildings and recalls the most grandiose of Edwardian ambitions in the realm of entertainment. The lavishly decorated interior crosses the line from exuberance into pure folly. The Sadler’s Wells Opera Company moved into the building in 1968 and changed its names to the English National Opera a few years later. True to its name, all productions are sung in English. Mozart’s librettist, Lorenzo da Ponte, characterized Cosí fan tutte as “the third of the sisters borne of that most celebrated father harmony.” The pair had collaborated on Marriage of Figaro in 1786, Don Giovanni in 1789, and concluded their trilogy with Così fan tutte, which premiered in Vienna in January of 1790. The sticky, overheated rituals of mass mourning for Jacko and the illusion that these outbreaks of sentiment mark the end of an era seemed appropriate to a piece whose opening run was itself cut short by the death of the reformist Hapsburg Emperor, Joseph II— he who chided Mozart for writing “too many notes.” The required period of mourning dictated a ban on opera and this more than halved the fee the cash-strapped composer was promised. Like Jacko, Mozart died in debt. More than two centuries later, the most compelling characters in this opera seemed to me the cynical old man, Don Alfonso, amused to teach the young some bitter lessons about life, and the female servant, Despina, who likewise knows far more about the world than her supposed betters. Da Ponte fitted the opera with the subtitle The School for Lovers, and the tuition offered there is a long way from the lessons in abstinence preached by High School Musical, installments one to infinity. Don Alfonso bets the besotted gentlemanly officers Guglielmo and Ferrando that their prospective brides, the sisters Fiordiligi and Dorabella, can be led astray from their commitments within the space of a single day. The young men accept the wager sure that the steadfastness of their betrothed is a good bet. They give their word as soldiers that they will follow Don Alfonso’s directions of deception and pretend to be called off to battle, but soon return disguised as “Albanian” noblemen intent on wooing the ladies. Against the faltering defenses of the women, whose weakening is abetted by their maidservant Despina (who has been paid off by Don Alfonso), each officer attempts to seduce the other man’s betrothed. “Women are like that” is the usual translation of the more economical Italian; the title carries with it more than a touch of misogyny. Whether the men are similarly eager to swap partners for real at the end of this morally ambiguous opera remains unclear. The requisite lieto fine—the happy ending demanded by 18th-century taste and decorum—restores the initial pairings, but with the purity of love wonderfully tarnished by Don Alfonso’s cynicism and also by the roles the various members of the quartet of lovers has wittingly and unwittingly played in the drama he has directed. The plot affords the seductive powers of Mozart’s music full sway, as if nothing could more natural and pleasing than moral corruption. Precisely because of its supposed immoral content conveyed through music of ravishing beauty, the opera was treated with great suspicion, little respect, and limited admiration in the 19th-century. While the various attempts at massive rewrites and bowdlerizations now appear ridiculous, they serve as reminders that the 19th century preferred to ignore the sometimes darker implications of Mozart’s music—especially so in the case of Cosí fan tutte. Richard Strauss’s more faithful textual treatment of the piece in the late 19th-century restored the work to its now-celebrated status. I suppose I was in the mood to concentrate my attentions on the roles of old man and servant, because the evening had begun in my father-in-law’s club — the Garrick — also just around the corner from the Coliseum.Founded in the 19th century as an actor’s club and for the intention of promoting the theatre and literature, the Garrick’s membership nowadays seems mostly to be comprised of lawyers and doctors and accountants, though actors are still represented and apparently have an easier time of getting admitted. Some years back the Garrick Club finally sold to Disney the lucrative rights to Winnie the Pooh they’d inherited from another old member, A. A. Milne. With the money the fixed up the building, restored many of the paintings of actors from their wonderful collection, established a retirement fund for the old porters, and threw themselves a big party with a vintage carousel in which the tuxedoed pillars of English society mounted painted wooden ponies with glasses of French champagne in hand. For the Cosí pre-show drink I showed up to the stern building in Garrick Lane without jacket coat or tie. Before I could mount the stairs, however, the Porter barred my entrance pulled out a pin-striped about ten sizes to big and a orange tie—garish not Garrick. I emitted a thrilled gee-whiz at how great it was to know that British formality was in such robust, starchy health. Like Despina mocking her silly employers, the Porter looked me over in my ridiculous outfit, gave a slight grin and half of a nod, then sent me on my way up to the bar. Mozart’s three operas done with da Ponte are usually read as documenting the spectacular demise of the ancien regime on the eve of the French revolution and, in the case of Cosí, just after it. The Garrick proves just how resourceful new versions of the old order are at renewing and defending themselves. Garrick himself was interested in musical theater; he trained one of the great opera singers of the 18th-century, the castrato Gaetano Gaudagni, in his naturalistic, simple and affecting mode of acting. During his own visit to Naples and the famous theater of San Carlo, Garrick voiced a general distrust of Italian opera: “To speak of music here,” he wrote in 1764,” I think the taste is very bad.” But what Garrick would have heard in this 2009 production of Mozart’s opera would have been a return to the natural style, for Mozart shared with Garrick a distrust of the artificially impressive. The singing of the ENO production was of mixed quality. The finest performance was given by the young soprano Sophie Bevan, who I’d also had the pleasure of hearing as Xenia in Boris Godunov at the ENO last December. She has a crystalline and accurate voice, one she wields as deftly as Despina’s sharp wit. But it is also yielding, with hidden depths that draw us into the role’s endearing moments of self-pitying. On the other side of things, the Canadian tenor Thomas Glenn had both a bad night in the realm of on-stage love and singing. He struggled his way through the part of Ferrando and even extracted a few boos from the generally staid English public. It was probably some visiting Italians not averse to twisting the blade after what had already been a tough evening. As for the old man, Steven Page’s Don Alfonso captured the unsettling combination of sage reassurance and disabusing meddling that makes this character so wonderfully creepy. Page’s is rendering of the recitatives in which Don Alfonso’s machinations are planned and his amoral philosophy espoused were delivered in a compelling parlando style that suggested age, cunning, and the idea that the whole game was partly a remedy for his own boredom. Only a hint of comforting song was evident in Page’s speech-like delivery, except when his rich baritone voice warmed into resonant tone at moments where the delicious potential of his scheming seemed to please him most. In the celebrated E-major trio with Fiordiligi and Dorabella in Act I where the gentle breezes carry (or seem to carry) Guglielmo and Ferrando across the Bay of Naples to the military campaign, Page was all cantabile grace, as if he for a moment could almost believe in lasting love, and might suddenly lay off his bet against fidelity. From the ample terrace of the villa the trio waved to their betrotheds, who could be seen in the sumptuous video backdrop, sailing on across the Bay of Naples with rocky cliffs in the distance. This lovely scene was conceived by the l Iranian film director, Abbas Kiarostami, director of the production, which was premiered last summer in Aix-en-Provence. In a ridiculous insult to Kiarostami, the British authorities did not secure him a visa in time to join the production again when it came to London. His gorgeous use of the shimmering bay as backdrop is the most lasting image of the production. In the last scene of the opera, Kiarostmia used a video of the orchestra to give the impression of an on-stage band; the pit orchestra was magically transplanted to the stage, and was deceptively seen to play in real time in their modern orchestral uniforms in an 18th-century ball room with the conductor gesticulating in front of them. These static video backdrops within which human figures played music, arrived and departed on barques, demonstrated masterfully how modern means can be deployed in the service of 18th-century grace and naturalness. Often video in opera becomes a gimmicky distraction. Here it had the occasional effect of reminding us that in the theatre the most natural tableaux are made possible only through artifice: the point of the technology was not to show off its own capabilities but rather to embrace beauty with a deceptive simplicity. In this way Kiarostami’s production conveyed a powerful message with the lightest of touches: the wayward heart can be mocked by the cold scientific experiments of a Don Alfonso, but it can never be truly understood. And even while Alfonso’s artifice has its own beautiful music, it can never attain the power of the lover’s song. David Yearsley teaches at Cornell University. A long-time contributor to the Anderson Valley Advertiser, he is author of Bach and the Meanings of Counterpoint His latest CD, “All Your Cares Beguile: Songs and Sonatas from Baroque London”, has just been released by Musica Omnia. He can be reached at dgy2@cornell.edu
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