I Love L.A. . . . Sometimes

 by Bob Sparrow

My travels last week took me all the way to L.A., I know it’s not that far, but it sometimes seems like a foreign country. With the 35-mile drive to the Montalban Theater taking over an hour and a half, I was reminded that L. A. stands for Lotta Automobiles. The occasion was a Christmas gift from daughter, Dana & husband, Joe, a presentation of Hamlet by Eddie Izzard.

     Linda and I decided that we’d leave early to make sure we weren’t in the middle of commute traffic, to have dinner prior to the show, somewhere in L.A. close to theater.  After parking the car and looking in the immediate area, we found a place that sounded like what we were looking for. It was on Vine Street a block or so off Hollywood Blvd called the Lemon Grove – it’s a bar and restaurant on a sixth story rooftop. At the street level we found several bouncer-like guys at the entrance of the elevator, who looked ominous, but were actually very friendly and invited us to try the restaurant and bar on the rooftop and gave us a card for a free drink.

Rooftop bar with Capitol Records building in the background

     We took the elevator up to the sixth floor – it was spectacular! We decided we just wanted to sit at the uncovered, outside bar and have some small plates – short rib sliders and a ‘tater tots’ kind of potato – delicious!  It was a beautiful evening and If you ever get up that way, I would highly recommend this restaurant.

     After we finished eating, we then walked to the Montalban theater and had front-row, balcony seats.

     I was introduced to Eddie Izzard probably as many as 20 years ago; he was a very, very funny British comedian, who dressed in drag.  She now identifies as a female and is doing a one-man, er . . . one-woman world tour, playing every role in Shakespeare’s famous play.

     She came out before the performance and addressed the audience to set the proper expectation, as most of the audience knew him, oops, her, as a comedian. She said that, like Shakespeare, who did both comedy and tragedy, that tonight’s performance was not a comedy; she was preparing the audience for a different side of Eddie Izzard; although there were some funny parts, but mostly it was classic Shakespeare.

The minimalist stage

When I said it was a one-woman show, it was truly a one-woman show; Izzard played all 27 characters in the play, from Hamlet to Ophelia to Rosencranz and Guildenstern – she was not just the only person on stage, but she was the only ‘thing’ on stage – no scenery, no props.

The performance was incredible, the fact that anyone could memorize all those lines and deliver them with such feeling and impact, while having conversations with yourself, was amazing. I must admit that it may not be for the non-Shakespeare fan or someone not familiar with Hamlet and the various plot twists that it takes. I silently thanked my college English Literature professor, Dr. Viola Chapman, for giving me a strong appreciation for Shakespeare.

It was a most delightful evening, and the bonus at the end was that it took less than an hour to drive home.

All’s well that ends well.

Shakespeare By Any Other Name . . .

by Bob Sparrow

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The Birthday Boy . . . or is he?

While I was busy either hiking or trying to track down my friends in Nepal and Suzanne was selecting the menu for her ‘Last Supper’, we missed an important date last month on April 23, the birthday of William Shakespeare – he turned 451.  Don’t worry if you didn’t get him anything or even send a card, he’s used to being ignored. To wit:

Only four of the nation’s 52 highest-ranked universities require that an English major take at least one, yes one, Shakespeare class – those schools: Harvard, Cal, Wellesley College (Massachusetts) and the U.S. Navel Academy. Go Navy!

Dr. Chapman

Dr. Viola Chapman

Fortunately, my curriculum at Westminster College in Utah did include the study of several Shakespeare plays and sonnets.  I remember my first day walking into class and sizing up the professor, Dr. Chapman.  She was a elderly, diminutive woman with a stern continence, of course elderly to a college student in those days was anyone over 40.  She wore her hair in a bun and I thought she could have played the part of Norman Bate’s mother in Psycho.  I was petrified.  I was afraid not to pay attention, but once she opened her mouth, she had me. She was brilliant and quirky – she’d sit on her desk, swinging her feet to and fro, reciting, by heart and with an Elizabethan accent, long passages from Shakespeare’s plays and sonnets.  By the end of the first week, I was all in.  She brought the literature to life, she made me want to know more.  There is no question in my mind that my interest in and ultimate love of Shakespeare was a result of one person, Dr. Viola Chapman.  By the time I had graduated, I’d taken every class she taught and ended up with a minor in English.  She not only instilled in me a love of Shakespeare, but influenced my decision to become a teacher and ultimately try to turn high school students on to the ‘The Bard’.   She taught at Westminster from 1948 until 1972 and was the first professor to be honored as ‘Faculty Emeriti’ by the college.  She is without question, my favorite teacher of all time.

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Christopher Marlowe

If you haven’t really thought much about Shakespeare since you flunked that Merchant of Venice test in high school (like I did), then you may not be aware of the fact that there has been a long-standing debate as to whether William Shakespeare actually wrote all or any of the plays and sonnets attributed to him. Such luminaries as Mark Twain, Sigmund Freud and even Helen Keller have opined that Shakespeare wasn’t Shakespeare.  So who was?  Francis Bacon, Christopher Marlowe, the Earl of Oxford, the Earl of Derby and several others have been debated ‘to be or not to be’ the ‘real’ Shakespeare.  The debate will not be settled anytime soon, and it probably doesn’t matter because if Shakespeare didn’t write those plays and sonnets, the real author or authors are also about 450 years old and probably dead.

A line from Captain ‘Hawkeye’ Pierce, of the old TV series M.A.S.H., even references the debate when he complained about a bad tasting breakfast, saying,  “This bacon tastes as old as the Bacon that wrote Shakespeare’s plays.” 

Whoever he was, Shakespeare continues to influence our lives today.

West Side Story

West Side Story

Some plays/movies that you may be familiar with . . .

     West Side Story – based on Romeo & Juliet

     Kiss Me Kate – based on Taming of the Shrew

     The Lion King based on Hamlet

You’ve also probably quoted Shakespeare, maybe without even knowing it, as he coined too many phases to be listed here, but a few of the more familiar ones are:

     Love is blind

     Neither a borrower or lender be

     The world’s mine oyster

     He will give the devil his due

     This above all to thine own self be true

And a favorite of mine . . .

     The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers

So a belated happy birthday to whoever wrote all that wonderful literature and a tip of the cap to Dr. Viola Chapman for bringing it into my life.

There’s probably a Shakespeare play being performed somewhere close to you this summer – I say go see it; at 451 years old, he may not be around much longer and you just might enjoy it.

Class dismissed!