Park City Pretty

by KE Monahan Huntley

January 22
Conan O’Brien’s last Tonight Show,
broadcast from beautiful downtown Burbank

Insert Snooki Wah-wah.

“Oh Snooki, I really like your hair. I think I’m going to get a Bumpits.”—My Life on the D-List: Kathy’s Smear Campaign

Main Street Bundle Up to Trundle Up
Bunya Bunya bat eyes with Dax Shepard’s baby blues on the way to this chic boutique.

Java Cow Pauly Shore stops M. Argentine to ask where the “Moo” is.

NYU Tisch School of the Arts hosts a cocktail party at the ritzy Riverhorse Café. Michelle Argentine and I sip Tisch-tinis and spy on the black clad (and 90s flannel) crowd. Outside, we spot Seth Rogen, yet fail to mention our umpteenth viewing of Superbad the night before. Leaving, we are handed invites to the NBCUNIVERSAL party at the Coda Gallery. Plus chapstick. What would Conan do?

Sisyphus or Scenechronize?
“Because no matter if you are above or below the line, your ass is always on it.”

Rhys Ryan opens the door for us at the scenechronize house on Ontario. Effusive, engaging: not a moment has passed since last year’s encounter. Introductions are made to snow show-biz cohorts Darren and Amber. Jeremiah concocts vodka mojitos garnished with fresh mint leaves; Rhys compliments my pink sweater adorned with rosettes — hand knitted by my great aunt Katharine Barnes — and regales the tale of dining with Don Rickles. Kathy Griffin is immediately invoked, and I relay MacGuinness and my run-in with her Irish laddie, Patrick, in Toluca Lake. Naturally, he and Rhys are good friends.

Deer Valley Resort
Fireside Dining Alpine based menu
With Julia Child-like aplomb, Michelle instructs the chef to prepare Trinxat: savory cabbage rustic potatoes thick slices of bacon cumin seeds: and laughs at guests who do not remove their festival lanyards.

We chat about Shorty’s Stairs. Shorty’s Stairs is named after Ella’s husband and is the short cut from D. Wong and M. Argentine’s Rossi Hill abode down to Main Street. Twin Peaks Agent Dale Cooper once gallantly helped Michelle off of the slippery bottom step.

Michelle: A coal miner’s daughter, Ella passed away this year. She and Shorty lived on Ontario in their original house since forever. Ella kept a chicken coop, the object of a recent legal entanglement with an underhanded property developer. He said the coop was on his property, she said the land in question had been given to her forty years ago. She retained an attorney, settled out of court, and kept the coop.
WBTL: What was she like?
Michelle: Delightful and charming. When she was young, I imagine she was quite handsome.
WBTL: How did she dress?
Michelle: Like she lived in a time warp. Holding her newspaper and parcels, I would give her a lift from the market to home. She would remember Astro, but never me.

Park City Film Series recommends My One and Only, It Might Get Loud, and Sita Sings the Blues. And currently, the accomplished A Single Man.

Slamdance Documentary Shorts
Eh.

IN•N•Out

Pismo Beach
On the way into Park City, D. Wong spots us authentic Mexican lunch served up at Molacasa. On the way out, we dine on chorizo tacos and orange Jaritos at authentic Anaya’s Market. If you cannot find a seat at one of the two tables, makeshift a place setting on the market shelves. Bueno.

January 25
For Kathy Griffin in The Hills: Adjacent, it “. . . turns out thatI’m Stephanie Pratt and that my mother is Audrina.”—My Life on the D-List: Moving the Merch

The Hill’s Stephanie Pratt applies lip gloss in the SLC Airport Ladies, skinny in her blacked out outfit. Walking through the jet bridge I fixate on the blue blue windows that are Jordan Catalano’s eyes.

Now that’s Park City pretty.

Searching for Joel Stein

by Katharine Elizabeth Monahan Huntley

Surreality TV
Fifteen minutes elapse between relishing Joel Stein’s astute observations on E! 30 Most Outrageous Celebrity Feuds while packing, and standing right next to him at the Bob Hope Airport, check-in for flight to Park City. Too shy to approach the wry and witty writer, vows are made to track down the crush during Sundance.

Flight Connections
On the prop-like plane, our Delta flight attendant hails from the O.C., just like The Hills‘ LC. The vociferous Rhys Ryan masks his fear of flying with bourbon and sweet mentorship of 25 year-old NBC intern Justin Leader: “Do you know how Main Street works? Filmmakers Lodge?” Differences defined by pop culture references: “I grew up watching Maude.” “I grew up watching Star Trek: The Next Generation.”

Convos continue: industry lore, dotcom days, Movie Magic and Creative Planet. “Where can you buy original Pan Am Luggage?” Rhys says, “Corner of Hazeltine & Burbank Blvd.” A young Dyan Cannnon look-alike, named Diane, pipes up she’s best friends with the owner.

Email addresses exchanged; party invitations issued.

Eggs Over Ehren
Main Street Deli contretemps: hung-over hungry filmmaker accuses Michelle Argentine of allowing us to take cuts. Sundance may be subdued but the diner is slammed. Later, same filmmaker glares and stubs out cig in front of the Treasure Mountain Inn — venue for Slamdance Film Fest. Three times is the charm as we bump into nemesis Ehren Parks, producer of six and a half, at the UCLA party held at Café Terigo.

Postcards exchanged; apologies issued.

UCLA Alumi Party
Robert Rosen, Dean of UCLA School of Theater, Film and Television expounds on “expanding the possibilities of what story, sound, and image can do.” I spy Dr. Rosen on the flight home. He diligently works on a crossword puzzle, which reminds me to Netflix Wordplay.

Barbara Boyle, Film Chair, Professor, UCLA School of Theater, Film and Television and past president of both IFP/West and Women In Film exhorts me to get more involved (and compliments my blue nail polish and black beret.)

We chat with the delightful Stacy Barnes and discuss the possibility of being distantly related.

Great Aunt Katharine Ross was married to Great Uncle Reverend C. Rankin Barnes. His first short-lived marriage was to Florence Lowe “Pancho” Barnes, pioneer of women’s aviation and owner of the Happy Bottom Riding Club. Fun fact: Uncle Rankin, Canon of San Diego, was occasionally flown up to San Simeon to play chess with William Randolph Hearst in the fabulous Hearst Castle.

Slamdance Fireside Chat: The Art, Craft, and Business of Screenwriting: panelist Pamela Gray declares, “You expect when you’re a poet, no-one’s going to read your work, [however], when you write a screenplay, you expect to see it on the screen.”

Reverting back to “Flight Connections,” Pamela Gray’s first writing credit was Star Trek: The Next Generation teleplay “Violations” co-written with Jeri Taylor and based upon the story by Gray, Shari Goodhartz, and T Michael, the latter who was a member of the Movie Magic crew, pre-Creative Planet.

Panelists discuss great expectations in topics ranging from pitches to copyright issues and the individual writing process. Perhaps because she is a junior high drama teacher and fellow Virgo, Nancy Kissam Drool is particularly inspiring. Tip: Beyond script & storyboard, Catherine Hardwicke creates “books,” scrapbook visuals for Suits.

Gallery Shorts Block 1
Unfortunately, there isn’t time to see Tony Zoreil, but The Covenant of Mr. KaschDish, and I Don’t Sleep I Dream are all highly charged short films that bode well for these filmmakers’ future.

Be Ready on the Set
Rhys Ryan is our genial host at The Spur for scenechronize, “radically useful software for the entire production.” The NBC intern circulates; M. Argentine and I chat with cute locals Cory Burnett and his blonde bombshell gal pal Tangee.

Hospitality Sweet
The Argentine • Astro • Wong Household is accessorized with a fire engine red fire hydrant.

Heber Field Trip
Breakfast at Chicks alongside barbershop Dicks.

E!
Astro’s Bigger Than Bob at the Entertainment Weekly headquarters Kimball Art Center.

Astro on a lead is the lure for Joel Stein, still not to be spotted. Instead, the Harlequin Great Dane encounters Emma Roberts — both are immediately enamored. Atop The Dakota, E! News new correspondent Ashlan Gorse gets camera-ready to interview Greg Mottola and Kristen Stewart. Denise Richards minces down Main Street with a phalanx of men in black. Benjamin Bratt needs no entourage; tall, dark, and handsome (like Joel!) he passes out his own postcards. Packing for SuBurb(ank)ia, Joel Stein is found at last. Alas, not in real life, but on a re-run of Celebrity Feuds. Same time next year? Fortune not fooling, he might even be our Delta flight attendant!

Editor’s Note: The aforementioned crush is purely writerly. Otherwise this article would be titled “Kissing Joel Stein.” Really.

Big Love in Park City

by KE Monahan Huntley

Why do all short films have to have weird undertones of death and sorrow?” — overheard at the Avatar screening at Slamdance

Fortunately I’m an Angeleno. This precludes the anxiety that attacks all convinced they must attend Sundance films during the festival — for the decent to fair will show up quite soon thereafter at a local L.A. theater.

Lucky 13 opening night party tix at Star Bar.

American Zombie held its world premiere in Park City, Utah, “Where zombies come to preserve their limbs.” Grace Lee films evil dead undoings with great gravitas. What’s fun is the director’s faux behind-the-scenes working relationship with John Solomon, whom she advises, “We don’t use storyboards in documentaries.”

X-Dance
Another great Kate (Wheadon) hooks us up with Jolt Cola and popcorn to watch City, Park City. Just as Daniel Craig is mondo Bond in the spectacular Casino Royale opening sequence, Shaun White is suave and mauve as he evades assassins and intrigue navigating the Park City Mountain Resort. The James Bond parody opens Jim Mangan’s snowboard showcase starring the Park City All Stars and Friends sick tricks.

Shimmer:  The Roxy Team riders shear gold waves. They do not have to conquer; surfing is portrayed as an organic process. After the screening, I asked Lisa Anderson what it’s like to mentor the young girls, “I’m like the mom, I see their path,” then gives and inscrutable shrug.

“You’re Crashing, but You’re No Wave” or “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun?”

Eats and Greats
Swilling beer at The Owl Bar at the Sundance Institute. This 1890s watering hole was frequented by Butch Cassidy and The Hole in the Wall Gang — moved to Utah from Wyoming. Gorgeous Victorian rosewood bar.

Big Celeb Sighting
It’s Astro’s orbit, all the time,as this handsome Harlequin Great Dane trots up Main Street, accepting pets and pats and big love from sweet winter white coat clad Sienna Miller.

Astro shops in the eerie Park City Main Street Mall, former home of NoDance.

As much as we love the festivals in Park City, the Sutton, Vermont M.U.F.F. is every film buff’s dream destination!

Cookie (IFC documentarian): So, ah, did you enjoy the festival?

Vladimar Petrovich (Distributors for Petrovich Kino): Film festivals are more complicated than KGB politics. I’ll have to go back to assassinations to relax. — The Festival

Publishing a Park City report in summer is sorta like celebrating Christmas in July . . .

1.22.08
Cut & color appointment at Hair by Kim. Car radio breaking news, Heath Ledger is dead. Swerve away from Paparazzi swarming Britney Jean outside Capella Salon. Nobody walks in L.A. Safe in hair chair, peruse Star Magazine headline, “Inside Britney’s Tragic Freefall From Madness.” Kim’s assistant and infrequent visitor to The Hills, the beauteous Abrea, keeps tabs on Brit, reports in of the punch-out at next-door Starbucks. No need to go to Park City to celebrity spot, just stay in L.A.

1.25.08
“I heard all about it.” “Heard what?” “Zach Braff.” Sundance scenesters exit Burbank Airport. Cheap seats on Jet Blue up and away we go, just as the festivals come to a close. Dennis Wong takes us to Little World in SLC for authentic Chinese. For the 1.29.08 exit, it will be Tony Caputo’s Market & Deli for much anticipated meatball sandwiches and a walk about the Mormon Tabernacle.

Up on Main Street the raucous carouse. Fuse party girls hand out church key party favors. Slamdance ends, no Joy (Saez) in sight.

1.26.08
Eccles Theatre CSNY Déjà Vu. “We have all been here before.” The footage of the troubadour activists intercut with Iraq travesty, political commentary, and new voices of dissent unfortunately lacks a clear narrative and well-defined focal point. Yet, the power of “four balding hippies'” brilliant harmonies, performed without artifice, rings clear as a bell.

1.27.08
The delicious owners of Main Street Deli extend the breakfast hour for favorites: bacon, egg, and havarti cheese sandwich and French toast. Mmmm. Astro makes his annual celebrity splash at the Entertainment Weekly headquarters Kimball Art Center. WGA strike signs line windows.

Sundance screen test. Dennis: “Producers approached Sidd. He was wearing a blue coat and they asked him to walk back and forth fifteen times. It was for Entourage’s sophomore season episode, “The Sundance Kids.”

Fun with Dick and Jane watching the SAG awards. Avid Sundancer, Jane recommends Phoebe in Wonderland and Stranded. Chefette Michelle’s dinner table discussion revolves around mutual obsession of Modern Marvels. After dinner screening of The Warriors director’s cut. Can you dig it?

1.28.08
White out. Dynamite blasts to clear avalanches of the corn snow.

Nature abhors a vacuum.

Local Motion: Interview With Destiny

by KE Monahan Huntley

Local Motion:  An Interview with Destiny
When you’ve made arrangements in years past to attend the Park City film festivals (Sundance, Slamdance, X-Dance, et cetera) over the Martin Luther King, Jr. holiday weekend, it might not occur to you to check the current year’s dates until well after you’ve made your reservations and it’s much too late to change.

Upon horrified realization of your Park City faux pas, the only thing to do is your finest Hayley Mill’s Pollyanna impression and go.

The following is an interview with the vibrant Destiny Grose (with a brief interjection by Dennis Wong), in a quest to find out how Utah’s historic silver mining town and world-renowned ski resort prepares for ten days of film fanaticism. Destiny is the theater critic for the Park City Record and President of the Park City Film Series Board, Her self-deprecating claim to fame is “Destiny’s 10 Days in the Dark” — film festival reviews on local radio station KPCW.

WBTL:  How did your moniker come about?

Destiny: The one year I saw fifty-five films in the ten days . . . I will never do that again. At Sundance, viewing 5+ films a day isn’t that uncommon, but day after day it’s a killer. There is talk of an energy drink sponsor following me around. The pitch would be that only by consuming the “_____” energy drink could it be accomplished. With my luck I’d die of a heart attack from all that caffeine!

WBTL:   How does Park City prep for the attack of the LA/NY people in black (PIBS)?

Destiny: Tons of water is ordered. And sushi. One year, a laundromat in town ran a special on all black loads. Wash at a reduced price — just a way to joke around and get the employees psyched.

Dennis: The high school students pay $50 for annual parking passes. During Sundance, a few entrepreneurs sell their passes for $250.

WBTL: How do the locals feel about the film festivals?

Destiny: People that embrace the film festival are in for an exciting time — it’s one of the major cinematic moments in the world. I advise locals to go see ten, or at least two, movies. There are star sightings in the grocery store. If you see someone wearing a dangling pass, ask if they have a movie in the festival. You’ll feel part of it, even if you don’t have the opportunity to screen one. Get into the spirit of Sundance. Hang out on Main Street. There are masses of people — it’s alive, exhilarating. I would prefer nine months of Sundance people to the two months of summer tourists. Unfortunately, this year I’m seeing fewer movies.

WBTL: Why is that?

Destiny: It’s getting harder and harder to buy tickets. Just look on eBay. Tickets for this year’s The Upside of Anger are offered at $500. On the plus side, there’s more time to hang out on Main Street — go to the Sundance house, or an alt festival like X-Dance. See what’s going on. One year an RV held a soft-core porn fest — pasties on the headlights — just one example of the many rogue film festivals you can find in Park City.

WBTL: What happens after the festivals leave town?

Destiny: A couple of days afterwards, the Sundance Institute screens a few of the festival films which is great for residents to catch up on what they might have missed. They also show films in the summertime (about six from previous festivals) on an outdoor screen in the City Park. Another thing they do is work in conjunction with the Park City Film Series (which is a separate entity) to bring a documentary from the festivals on the first Thursday of the month. (More information about the Park City Film Series is available at www.parkcityfilmseries.com.)

It’s also great for festival-goers who arrive in town too early . . . At the Park City Library, we caught Mike Leigh’s perfectly bleak period piece Vera Drake. The titular character, her comfortable countenance secured by a home permanent wave, helps out girls who find themselves “in a bit of trouble.” A film set in Britain’s 1950s, it is every bit as relevant in George W.’s scare tactics America. Followed by cheeseburgers, chips, and Guinness draughts at O’Shucks — who needs Sundance fancy?

Post-it Notes from Park City

by KE Monahan Huntley

At the 2003 Independent Spirit Awards Elvis Costello croons: “What’s so funny ’bout peace, love, and understanding?” War is a horror show.

. . . What if everyone went to the movies instead?

Park City is the locale for film festivals and festivities that promote peace, love, and understanding. And a little bit funny. The following are a few . . .

 Notes from Park City 2003
In the shuttle enroute to Park City—eavesdropping on seatmates: One is George Clooney’s agent. Another is Oliver Stone’s travel agent. With Screenplay Competition postcards in hand, I am posing as a HypeFest special agent.

Screenings
Sundance Film Festival
Thierry Michel’s stunning documentary, Iran, Veiled Appearances, offers pertinent insights into the complexity and diversity of Iran—its clash of civilizations where inhabitants suffer from the “systematic derangement of the senses,” and children of the revolution feel “lost in space.” The last scene, Iranian women flying through the air with the greatest of ease on rainbow colored hang gliders, conjures an image of liberation over a landscape of constricting dust and black veiled oppression.

NoDance Film & Multimedia Festiva
Now in Year 6, Direktor Jim Boyd crafts an alternative indie film and dv event comprised of: “features, shorts, docs, music videos, panels & parties galore.” This year’s program showcased the caliber of talent that continues to hone indie’s edge. Here’s a slice:

The 7th Man (Audience Award for Best Short) Director Jason Liggett takes inspiration from a newspaper article, and along with DP Matthew Libatique (Requiem for a DreamPi), brings an iconic war photograph to life and the audience to tears. Another kind of war story is recounted in Shadowboxer (Grand Jury Award for Best Short in Program 1). Vilka Tzoura’s examination of female teenage violence and the reasons why is carefully considered is this fictionalized short film set in the gritty city of New York.

Two documentaries expand the SoCal state of mind: Dana Brown’s most excellent surf doc Step into Liquid visually enlightens us to why: “Surfing is not a matter of life and death, it’s more important than that” and Brad Bemis’ Venice: Lost and Found embellishes on Albert Kinney’s Venetian dream, Venice Beach, California—”a tidal pool, a distillation of the greater metropolis” that is Los Angeles. Featured interviews with Dennis Hopper, Gregory Hines, The Doors‘Ray Manzarek, cameo by Dogtown and Z-Boys‘ Skip Engblom.

SheDance and X-Dance Film Festivals
“Girls Getting’ It Done.” Misti L. Barnes celebrates films written, directed, or produced about women. Girls outfitted in pink tees ushered the audience into Cicero’s Restorante to watch dark matter shorts: In Rush of the Palms, two hit men reevaluate their day jobs mimicking Mamet patter; Mind Wars l and ll journeys into the minds and minefields of two individuals with mental illness. Paige Cameron’s directorial debut: Hills Like White Elephants is an intriguing interpretation of Ernest Hemingway’s classic short story, marred only by melodramatic music and abrupt cuts.

A sly line of auburn-haired Cameron’s dialogue: “Every woman wears red sooner or later” could be applied to one of the X-Dance Festival’s short films in which New York tough chicks carry toy poodles, wear matte crimson lipstick and make mad love and war. Definitely “Girls Getting’ in on the Action.” 

Stars and Bars
Cocktails at The Caledonian Hotel—espying Emmylou Harris and entourage across the way; Tilda Swinton glides past the Sundance Wait List line for Born Rich—she gets in, we do not; Party Monster and occasional werewolf Seth Green cruising up Main Street; also on Main Street: Farrah Fawcett in fun fur, Stanley Tucci on his cel, Aiden Quinn on his cel, cute Loco Joe boys handing our free coffee drinks and compliments; those nutty yet strangely endearing TromaDance kids handing out party invites; chatting up the congenial Forest Whitaker at NoDance; running ’round with the lovely Indian actress Delna Rastomjee and her elegant beau, entertainment attorney Alan Abrams; listening to Stephen Baldwin bray at the Bad Ass Cafe; making eyes at Steve Buscemi at Zona Rosa while lunching with Santa Cruz District Attorney turned filmmaker Dennis Wong. Look for his doc on California gangs in 2004.

Reading Modern Drunkard Magazine on the outbound shuttle. Literary Libation! Our driver is Samoan. And a bounty hunter when not shuttling the “People in Black” to and fro in the Park City snow.

Library Check Out: Things Fall Apart

by Kerrin Ross Monahan

The Second Coming—William Butler Yeats 1920-21
(Refers to the promised return of Christ on Doomsday, the end of the world.)

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

This first part of Yeats’ poem expresses his personal feelings about the “dissolution of the civilization of his time, the end of one cycle of history and the approach of another.” At the time, Yeats felt that Western civilization was starting to collapse and that a new cycle of savagery was about to begin (Russian Revolution, rise of Fascism).

Things Fall Apart
Chinua Achebe was born in Nigeria in 1930, the son of a teacher in a missionary school. After graduating from college, Achebe taught in Nigerian Universities, co-founded a publishing company, and was a faculty member at the University of Massachusetts (Amherst), the University of Connecticut, and Bard College.

Things Fall Apart was Achebe’s first novel, published in 1958. He wrote two sequels to the book (featuring descendants of Okonkwo, the main character of Things Fall Apart): No Longer at Ease (1960), and The Arrow of God (1964). He has written several other novels (among them, Anthills of the Savanna (short listed for The Booker Prize), a volume of short stories, and many essays and poems. His works describe “the effects of Western customs and values on traditional African society,” and are the most translated of any writer of Black heritage in the world. Scholars and critics from thirteen countries of African life and literature, selected him as the writer of the best book written in the twentieth century, regarding Africa.

Achebe represents the social conscience of millions of people, a “cultural custodian,” a man of “rock-ribbed principles.” His universal and globalistic thinking necessarily allows his works to be beautifully transcendental. Achebe shows a true and clear understanding of mankind’s high morals, as well as its extreme shortcomings. These works have appealed to, and resonated with, millions of readers the world over—for more than forty-five years.

The protagonist of Things Fall Apart, the Nigerian warrior Okonkwo, suffered from the fatal flaw of a complete lack of femininity. This gentleness and softness, with all of its positive implications, had been totally found wanting in his character all of his life, and, as a result, he was wholly emotionally unbalanced. It is this lack of a feminine side—an implacable inflexibility and immovable rigidity—that led to his ultimate downfall.

Achebe used Yeats’ poem The Second Coming as a type of prologue (“. . . the worst [of men] are full of passionate intensity”). This phrase can certainly be applied to Okonkwo, and the British colonizers as well.

Okonkwo, “tall and huge,” was one of the most successful warrior-leaders in his tribe. At the age of eighteen he had become wrestling champion of the land, a feat still talked of with awe some twenty years later. He was one of the most prosperous men in his clan through dint of hard work, and was one of its ruling elders. However, his emotional make-up was such that the reader can actually track the progress of his breakdown from his early childhood on.

Unoka, Okonkwo’s father, was a lazy and improvident man who died heavily in debt, leaving his son to care for the remaining family members as best he could. All of his remaining years Okonkwo was to carry the shame and embarrassment created by this weak and worthless drinker. It was fortunate that in the Ibo tribe a man was judged solely on his own merits and not on those of an ancestor. What a man could make of himself was what counted. Okonkwo had two barns of yams, two titles, three wives who each had an obi (large living quarters) complete with attached hen-house, and, of course, several children. Okonkwo’s deep fear of failure and weakness, however, was to haunt him until his end: “It was deeper and more intimate that the fear of evil and capricious gods and of magic, the fear of the forest, and of the forces of nature . . .” (16-17).

Okonkwo’s father Unoka did have some good qualities and those were the ones that Okonkwo should have possessed but did not. His father was an ardent lover of nature: “He loved this season of the year, when the rains had stopped and the sun rose every morning with dazzling beauty” (8). “He loved the first kites . . . and the children who sang songs of welcome . . .” (9) “. . . . And his happiest moments were . . . when the village musicians brought down their instruments . . . Unoka would play with them, his face beaming with blessedness and peace” (8). Okonkwo had learned to “hate everything that his father Unoka had loved . . . one of the things was gentleness . . . (17).

Unfortunately for him, he refused to embrace any of these caring, feminine qualities.

Although the Ibo tribe regarded conversation as a high art, Okonkwo was never happy simply sitting and talking; he was not a man of thought, but of action, who felt much more comfortable working (38). He also had a stammer which frustrated him so that he would use his fists as a substitute for reasonable words.

Okonkwo considered showing affection to be a “sign of weakness” (30), so he kept any positive emotions to himself. Although inwardly pleased at his young son Nwoye’s development (51) he kept it bottled up. (Although note his later rage at the mature Nwoye’s actions.) Inwardly he knew his sons were too young to completely understand the intricacies of yam planting (34) and he never “showed any emotion openly unless it be the emotion of anger” (30). Okonkwo’s desire for “conquering and subduing” is equated with the physical desire for a woman, and he stated that if a man “was unable to rule his woman and his children he was not really a man” (52). He regarded Nwoye as having “too much of his mother in him,” and insisted that he listen to only “masculine stories of violence and bloodshed,” instead of the folktales of his mother, that Nwoye much preferred.

Okonkwo did show a bit of humanity when his favorite daughter was desperately ill (“he had become gravely worried”) (106), and also when she was carried off by the Oracle; but this was because he had always wished that she had been a boy, and because he was so disappointed in his “degenerate” and “effeminate” son, Nwoye (143).

Okonkwo had survived the hard early years of young adulthood by his “inflexible will,” but it is this self-same will that was to undo him in the end. He mistook flexibility and compromise for weakness and indecisiveness. Total masculinity in his mind meant total success. Other tribal leaders, however, did not by any means go along with this thinking and there are many examples in the text that show within the framework of his tribe’s customs, many of Okonkwo’s actions ran counter to them. When he beat one of his wives during “peace week,” a taboo action, he was brought to task for it, and, although, again inwardly repentant, “he was not the man to go about telling his neighbors that he was in error” (32). We see, in another instance, that the village judges decided in a woman’s favor and even threatened her husband with castration if he should seek retribution (88).

When Okonkwo rudely told a fellow tribesman that “this meeting is for men,” he was chastised by the others (28). He also went against tribal wisdom when he accompanied the group who led his “foster” son Ikemefuna to his death in the forest. The elder Ezeuda had previously warned him not to have anything to do with the boy’s death (55). To make matters worse, Okonkwo, out of fear of appearing weak, delivered the second machete blow, the coup de grâce, and was roundly criticized by his friend and peer Obierika: “If I were you I would have stayed at home . . . nor be the one to do it” (64, 65).

At the revered elder Ezeudu’s funeral, Okonkwo very carelessly allowed his gun to go off, killing the dead man’s young son. Although this was considered an “inadvertent” or “female” crime, the clan laws stated that Okonkwo and family must be exiled to his mother’s land for seven years.

Okonkwo’s uncle summarized the tribe’s view of womanhood, and it is here that the reader readily sees the crystallization of tribal thought. Uchendu presents a woman as supreme (“Mother is Supreme”), to be regarded as a safe haven; offering warmth and sympathy and protection in a harsh world; as a rejuvenator. Even after being exiled and after his return, Okonkwo still did not understand this necessary concept, this essential ingredient in balancing man’s nature.

The greatest example of Okonkwo’s obstinacy was when he refused to accept, however reluctantly, the presence of the white men and their Christianity in his midst. The other elders had gradually realized that they must compromise in order to survive; adaptability is the key to survival. They felt that the “usefulness of the whole” (the community) was of paramount importance. They would gain nothing by resisting. Once again, Okonkwo’s rigidity and unthinking rage were responsible for his ultimate undoing. He knew his peers were not going to fight against the District Commissioner’s troops and yet he would not bend.

The first missionary, the Englishman Mr. Brown, offered “compromise and accommodation” (109). The second missionary, the inflexible Mr. Smith (like Okonkwo) precipitated the final confrontation. It is also ironic that Okonkwo’s son Nwoye found “poetry” in this new “soft” religion of Christianity and became a fervent disciple. He found in this new religion all that was lacking in his father.

Further irony is seen in the fact that, due to Okonkwo’s complete rejection of any feminine attributes, he felt he was forced to commit suicide, which was taboo.

Let it be noted that Great Britain, which colonized Nigeria, had been ruled by a woman for the past sixty years—a queen whom many considered to be the greatest leader England had ever had. Certainly Queen Victoria presided over the most incredible economic expansion ever witnessed up to that time. (Not forgetting Queen Elizabeth I, who, in effect, had started English colonialism.) It also must be noted here that African tribes had been forcibly colonized by various European powers for many years, before this story takes place (1890). All factions of the colonists (political, business, religious, and, of course, military) arbitrarily sought expansionism for their own ends, not taking into account any individual clans’ or nations’ religious or social and cultural mores, but summarily dismissing same, in order to impose Western rules and regulations which they thought were far superior. These imperialists also carved up lands, shifted borders, and moved old established boundaries, on other continents, in a completely arbitrary manner without consulting those countries’ leaders. (The U.S. is not immune to criticism, case in point: Hawaii, and potentially, Iraq.)

Getting back to Yeats; this time to the last two lines, (which might well be considered today as ominous foreshadowing):

“And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?”

Looking at the present political/military world situation, it would be a good idea if more male leaders would allow their feminine sides to come to the fore, and that more women of the world be in position of leadership, so that patience and reason could be balanced fairly against mindless passion. Then global confrontations, which would inevitably lead to irreparable damage too catastrophic to imagine, could be avoided and the world could then live in peace.

Chinua Achebe certainly knew what he was talking about when he related to his readers the song that the Ibo tribe sings whenever a woman dies:

“For whom is it well, for whom is it well?
There is no one for whom it is well” (125).

Pax Vobiscum.
Deus miseratur.

Bibliography
Achebe, Chinua. Things Fall Apart. 5th printing. New York: Fawcett Crest Books (published by Ballantine Books) December 1984.

The Norton Anthology of English Literature. 3rd ed. New York: W.W. Norton & Company, Inc., 1975.

Leo Tolstoy Stories

by Kerrin Ross Monahan

“I am convinced that nothing has so marked an influence on the direction of a man’s mind as his appearance, and not his appearance itself so much as his conviction that it is attractive or unattractive.” – From Boyhood

In Leo Tolstoy’s stories Family Happiness (1859), The Death of Ivan Ilych (1886), and The Kreutzer Sonata (1889), the author reveals a great deal about Russian society and family life. In each of these stories the characters discuss the themes of marriage, women, social aspirations, love and death. There is a definite progression in intensity of feeling, from positive and negative, as one moves from the first story to the last. One sees a gradual change from the relative gentleness, and, comparatively speaking, mild discontent of Family Happiness, to the horrifying physical violence and full-blown loathing in the finale of The Kreutzer Sonata. Each story is self-contained, of course, but when reading them one after another in chronological order, one can’t help wondering if Tolstoy himself didn’t feel that Russian family life was, in reality, gradually degenerating and disintegrating and that society was at fault.

Sergey Mikhaylych of Family Happiness seems to be the most insightful, sensible and well adjusted of the three. He believed that life was good and that the only certain happiness was to live for others (22). What was needed for happiness was a “quiet secluded life in the country with the possibility of being useful to people . . . who are not accustomed to have it done to them . . . which one hopes may be of some use.” Add to this, “nature, books, music, love for one’s neighbor . . .” (45) and of course, most important of all, wife and children.

Sergey was of the landed gentry, but rather than leading a life of dissipation in St. Petersburg or Moscow society, he was a prudent, practical, and hard working man-in-residence. He believed that “society in itself is no great harm,” but “unsatisfied social aspirations are a bad and ugly business” (65). He derided the “dirtiness and idleness and luxury of this foolish society . . .” (70). He only presented his young wife Marya to society in hopes that she would quickly get the surface glamour and excitement out of her system. As it turned out, not surprisingly, she was fascinated and thrilled with its brittle sophistication and glittering aura, and was taken up and lionized by everyone. An important Prince expressed great interest in her, as did an Italian Marquis, who made an attempted seduction. Princess D. had convinced Marya that Sergey’s character had become “very stiff and unsociable” (73). Thus it was that Sergey’s dim view of society was the correct one.

Ivan Ilych, unlike Sergey, was a person of “moderate means,” a member of the Court of Justice who wanted “to appear rich” (116), and whose increased salary was never quite enough to pay for his longed-for lifestyle. He was a social climber who shrewdly gravitated towards the “best circle” (108) and was very ambitious, weeding out “various shabby friends and relatives” so that only the “best people” remained (119). He would have loved to have been included in the high school milieu to which Sergey belonged but indeed he never would have admitted. He greatly enjoyed city life and hated it when he was transferred to the provincial backwaters, so he schemed tirelessly until it was arranged that he be posted in Moscow.

Ivan’s life’s aim was to lead a “decorous life approved of by society” (110), to do the “correct” thing and to stay within the limits of good conduct that society imposed. He felt that the “character” of life was that of “pleasant light heartedness and decorum” (114). He believed that one’s duty was those in authority said it was (105). Unlike Sergey, who married for love and companionship, he married, initially because it gave him “personal satisfaction,” but most importantly because it was considered the “right thing” to do by his “highly placed” associates (109). Marriage provided him with only the basic necessities of food, shelter, and sex. On his deathbed, Ivan’s wife and daughter make vacuous small talk, all the while trying to make a quick exit so they may go the theater. When Ivan finally dies, his coworkers immediately speculate on how they can possibly gain through promotion, and his wife tries (quite unsubtly) to get a larger pension.

In The Kreutzer Sonata, Pozdnyshev was a landowner and university graduate who saw marriage as a trap. It was a sale of women; they were put on the block by society (177), and were seen by men as existing solely for their own physical enjoyment. Love, Pozdnyshev felt, was really only lust, and “the life of our upper classes . . . is simply a brothel . . . (175). Sex was an unnatural vice (182), “abominable and swinish” (187). He maintained that sexual passion hindered mankind from achieving an “ideal of goodness attained by continence and purity” (183). On the one hand Pozdnyshev felt that women were not to blame; their families and society had perpetuated their sexual inequality and subservient state; but on the other hand he became outraged and insanely jealous when his wife, after bearing several children, started practicing contraception. (The only other alternative was to be a worn-out wreck, in ill health, and burdened with far too many children.) “The majority of the present educated world (society) devote themselves to this kind of debauchery (birth control) without the least qualm of conscience” (202). Pozdnyshev was trapped – he didn’t want an exhausted, hysterical, and neurotic wife, yet he grew insanely jealous of the calm, happy, healthy, and attractive woman that she had once again become.

Pozdnyshev blamed society for fostering a sexual double standard. He confessed that he had his first woman, at the age of fifteen, egged on by other boys. He said that respected adults had approved of this, saying that it was good for the health. Brothels were under government supervision and doctors were employed to screen out the sick women (170). So at a very early age, Pozdnyshev learned to by cynical and cold about sexual relations.

The three male characters in each of these stories all had strong feelings about family and society and if they had ever met, there undoubtedly would have been a lively exchange of thoughts (and possibly blows) between them. Sergey was a proponent of love and marriage and family, and saw society in general, and what he perceived it stood for as a contaminant, something to be avoided at all costs. Best to enjoy a calm, quiet life in the country with wife, children, and neighbors in a spirit of loving reciprocity. Ivan Ilych felt that living well in society, abiding by its rules, and enjoying its approval was everything. One put on a mask and pretended marriage was successful when in fact it was not. Work and acquaintances became the center of one’s life. Pozdnyshev was obsesses with the idea that marriage was simply legalized debauchery sanctioned by a perverted society. This belief inexorably led him to the ultimate horror, that of taking another human’s life. Both of them would have disagreed with both of them, undoubtedly denouncing them as degenerates.

Tolstoy’s stories are really about death in its many forms. Marya lost the romance in her marriage but a different type of love replaced it as she grew in maturity and wisdom and began to close the nineteen-year gap in age between Sergey and herself. Ivan Ilych lost his life through terminal illness, but even worse, he realized just before he died that he had been dead all along; he had only simply existed. While living a “most simple and most ordinary and therefore most terrible life” (104), he wasn’t living at all. “Yes, it was the right thing” (154). In Pozdnyshev’s mind, he had been dying most of his life. To him, sex was a form of death and he had been actively practicing it and had been tormented by it from puberty. This obsession with sex was the main reason he murdered his wife. He felt that since almost all of society indulged in sex, it was doomed as well. (It might be considered a sign that society itself was saying when it acquitted him of murder.)

Sergey and his family successfully insulated themselves from their society and they were able to maintain their closeness and cohesiveness. Ivan’s family willingly embraced society and was ruined by it. Pozdnyshev was tainted by society even before he married, causing him to destroy his wife, and, for all intents and purposes, himself and his children. Thus Tolstoy has successfully uncovered the real murderer of the family – a sick and malevolent society.