Archive for December, 2012

Ravi Shankar dies at 92

Ravi Shankar, India’s greatest musician of modern times, left us at the age of 92, on 11 December 2012. Obituaries:

*Reginald Massey, ‘Ravi Shankar obituary – Indian virtuoso who took the sitar to the world’ –
The Guardian, 12 Dec 2012 –
*(unsigned), ‘Pandit Ravi Shankar, sitar maestro, passes away in California’ – The Times of India, 12 Dec 2012 –

These obituaries give a far stronger sense than I ever could of the range and influence of the great sitarist’s work, his creative energy and his dynamism.
I would point out, though, that his musical importance in both East and West goes far beyond his momentary association with the Beatles.
Meanwhile, his two musician daughters, Norah Jones in the US and Anoushka Shankar in India, shine in their respective domains, make another bridge between East and West and will remain keepers of the flame.



« La Chute de la maison Usher »: Edgar Allan Poe performed in Esch-sur-Alzette, 30 November 2012

“La Chute de la maison Usher”: Poe performed in Esch-sur-Alzette (Luxembourg)

This review has been published (see entry on this blog for 20 May 2013) in:

The Edgar Allan Poe Review
Vol. 14, No. 1 (Spring 2013), pp. 99-100 –


 “As the shades of the evening drew on,” nightfall on 30 November 2012 ushered in a single performance, at the Municipal Theatre in Esch-sur-Alzette, the Grand Duchy of Luxembourg’s second city, of  “La Chute de la maison Usher,” a multimedia stage adaptation of “The Fall of the House of Usher.” The event graced the theatre’s boards thanks to a visiting company, the Nouveau Théâtre from Besançon in France, the French-language script being by Sylvain Maurice, adapted from the Baudelaire translation, and the music by Alban Darche.

This is Poe modernised, with no hint in the stark, minimalist decor of any of the original’s Gothic architectural trappings. Yet it remains paradoxically faithful to Poe, reproducing all but word-for-word large portions of the original Poe-Baudelaire text, through the voice of the tale’s narrator turned main actor – including “difficult” passages like the mirror-image tarn sequence at the beginning, or the list of Usher’s esoteric books (replicated to the letter). The spectacle lasts exactly one hour with no interval – in perfect fidelity to Poe’s notion, as expounded in his theory of the short story, of the brief narrative as an aesthetic experience occupying precisely such a time without external distraction.

It also brings to the fore, within that same modern-yet-loyal dynamic, the perhaps latent but extremely powerful multimedia dimension of Poe’s text. As readers of “Usher” know, the tale’s middle section centres on the narrator’s account of how he and Roderick pursue the arts together, through painting, reading, the writing of poetry, and musical composition and performance. “La Chute de la maison Usher” concretises this multimedia element by introducing both music and on-screen visual imagery. There is a missed opportunity when the narrator faithfully describes Usher’s abstract “vault” canvas, but no illuminating image appears on screen. By contrast, however, and arch-significantly,  “The Haunted Palace,” the mise en abyme poem which Usher composes and sets to music, accompanying himself on the guitar, appears as a set-piece, performed in French and transposed into a modern arrangement.

The music is contemporary throughout, piano- and saxophone-based in an idiom somewhere between jazz and modern classical, with female vocals ascending to peaks of Mahler- or Schoenberg-like anguish. The visual imagery, too, is entirely modern, with rapid fadings and mergings. In a further distancing effect, Roderick Usher is played by a woman, while Madeline does not appear directly at all until after her death.

The story’s climax as embodied in this interpretation rises to ever-intenser heights, verging, quite as much as does the original, on the psychotic. When the narrator flees the collapsing house, no blood-red moon is seen, but the screen throws up the disturbing images of the dark waters of the tarn as they close in on the fissured mansion. Had his phantom been watching, surely Edgar Allan Poe would have approved so moving a retreading and updating of his classic exploration of the confines of mind and art. The Besançon company is to be congratulated on a theatrical achievement which, be it hoped, will if it travels further succeed in attaining the wider audience it eminently merits, in Poe circles and beyond.