V V N S w - w -W IF Page 6-Sunday, February 17, 1980-The Michigan Daily The Michigan Daily-Sunday, F Books A long day's 'Journey' Making the world maize an into th By Joshua Peck Journey to the Center of the Theater Walter Kerr Alfred A. Knopf, New York, 1979 332 pages, $12.95 Along with the general mechanics of the way they earn their livings, fictionalists and non-fictionalists share at least one other quality: a disdain for theater critics. While typical authors must slave over their manuscripts for months or years before they see so much as a word of it in print, all the major American critics - Clive Barnes, John Simon, and Emory Lewis among them - get to see little bits and pieces of their eventual submissions to a publisher printed under their bylines several times a week. Then, when the mood strikes them, they can merrily amble down to the "morgues" of their respective newspapers, leaf through past issues, and select the reviews that seem to them most revealing of their erudition and scholar- ship. They tie the selections together with a dashed-off five-page introduction, and (with the expletives of other writers echoing in the background) they have a bestseller on their hands. Given the facility of the effort, it is somewhat sur- prising that I find Walter Kerr's Journey to the Center of the Theater so very intriguing and worthwhile a compendium of his writings. These are, after all, the very same views the renowned critic has been airing for months of Sundays over the last decade in the Arts and Leisure section of the New York Times. Perhaps the explanation for Journey's prominence in its category lies in Kerr's prelude to the work, which turns out not to be quite the slap-dash linkage between the various pieces such introductions tend to be. He reminisces about how dismally-dark Broadway seemed to be at the start of the 1971 season: " 'My God, it's a ghost town,' " he remembers himself saying. "Here was the one-time center of the American theatrical world. And there was no one on the street." But "suddenly, in the summer of '74, Broadway box of- fices took in one million dollars more than they had the previous year. . . After that the arithmetic went crazy; each succeeding season set a new record." Journey, then, is a chronicle of the theater's odyssey from one of its most cheerless periods to its current flourish. When Edward Albee visited the Michigan campus last year, he reported that he views the chief function of theater writers as the education of the theater-going public. He said Kerr did not meet this demand, and claimed that Kerr himself believed it unnecessary that critics be any more knowledgeable about the theater than an average reader. That Kerr ever voiced those thoughts is doubtful to begin with; Albee's claim comes to look even more ludicrous as Journey unfolds. The book serves as a primer on the intrusion of hitherto ver- boten theatrical forms and styles into the commonplace theater. In a piece called "The Legacy of the Avant-Garde," Kerr pleads with his reader not to dismiss such ap- proaches out of hand : "A correspondent has sent me a clipping and I am fascinated by it for a very special reason. It is a Variety review of Thornton Wilder's Our Town written immediately after its out-of-town opening forty years ago, and it is highly unfavorable. Do you know why it is unfavorable? Variety's man found the play far too avant-garde for his taste." But Kerr himself is at heart a conservative about the theater, and he exhibits a healthy measure of skep- ticism of his own about the new wave. He recalls a lec- ture given by avant-garde pasha Peter Brook, in which Joshua Peck is co-editor of the Daily's Editorial Page. e Sunday Timies Brook argued that any fully prepared theatrical prod- uction was necessarily "anti-life," for its very lack of spontaneity. Kerr's reaction hits the nebulous nail on the head. He asks, "If there was to be no rehearsal for the stage, only freedom and spontaneity, how are we to arrive at quality, or even know it when we find it? You can't weed something out after you've done it." . For years, Kerr's opinions have been as important as any New York critics' to the success or failure of newly opened shows, and his favorable comments inevitably appear high up in the advertising copy of shows whose producers have any sense at all about what it takes to succeed. In view of his prominence, Kerr wears his badge with remarkable humility. Not only does he 'avoid the pontification in which many of his colleagues indulge, he actually lets his readers in on experiences where he findshimself the educatee. It seems that get- ting acclimated to the drama produced by blacks and Hispanics over the last decade - much of which is rather violent - was for Kerr a somewhat trying ex- perience. He takes up one instance in a short piece 'called "The Uneasy Audience," concerning his first exposure to Miguel Pinero's Short Eyes, a bloody work that takes place in a prison. During a bit in the second act when an inmate graphically describes the pleasure of child molesting, Kerr remembers glancing around the audience: "... and what I saw startled° me. Ap- proximately half of the audience was deliberately Not Looking. "It was listening, Ifeel quite sure; I doubt that anyone missed much of the nervous confession, But here were people deep in study of their programs, for undue lengths of time-not bored, avoiding. "Something was happening here. . . Instead of provisionally sharing an emotion onstage in the ordinary way, they were testing - maybe attem- pting to tame - an emotion they would actually have felt in their living rooms, or on the streets. The line had been crossed: imagination had surrendered to an actual, and disturbing, possibility. " Kerr does not by any means limit himself solely to the sort of observations that could only be made after the advent of the new wave; one of the longer sect.ions of the book is devoted to the critic's prattling on the length, breadth, and width of various actors' peculiar varieties of talent. And he does provide a refreshing mixture of new ideas and comfortably dated ones in the section called "A Second Look," in which he mulls over classics and near-classics that predate the decade. He picks up on the chic supposition that George and Martha of Albee's Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? are not the bitchily married couple they would seem ostensibly to be, but actually a bitchily involved gay twosome, thinly cloaked. Ultimately, he discards the notion (as Albee would have all critics do, the playwright claims), but not before considering the ramifications of accepting the popular notion: ". . .they mythical child is used as a club: each accuses the other of molesting the boy sexually, with Martha breaking down bathroom doors to get at him nude in the tub. To heterosexual audiences, at least, this particular form of most unsentimental spite does smack of homosexuality rather than heterosexuality. And so an ex- planation for something that seemed to require explanation has been devised by gossips, surrep- titiously imposed upon the play." The book's single most detrimental shortcoming is, the author's all-pervasive kindness. One begins to lose respect for his glowing comments upon reaching the 47th with nary an objection to any directorial decision, acting style, or set design. But then, the Times critic has never been one to point up a production's weaknesses - he is an avid and unashamed lover of the whole idea of the drama, who much prefers to revel in its glories than to condemn its folly. Besides, how can one object to his sheer advocacy when it comes packaged in such well-metered, rich language: "We know that the strange rustle of slippered feet, the heartbeat, the swift and untraceable flight of thought that are uniquely Shakespeare's exist, exist everywhere." By Julie Engebrecht ERE WAS but one school on Bill's list of universities. The Ivys, the other Big Ten schools, or Stanford didn't matter - those places only existed to compete with Michigan on the athletic field. All the time he was growing up he at- tended the football games with his parents, both Michigan alumni. They dressed in maize and blue, which were the only colors tolerated on those days. Marilyn wasn't from Michigan, but she was well aware of the University's academic reputation. It cost twice as much to attend as her own state's university, but encouraged by a local group of Michigan alumni and assisted by their financial support, she was able to head for Ann Arbor in the fall. There is a certain mystique about Michigan alumni, even though they are simply former students. They are most often stereotyped as successful people who support the University with hefty donations and who drench themselves in maize and blue during fall football weekends. That characterization, however, is true of only a vocal minority of alumni. The University often advertises itself with elitist claims about its academic and athletic prowess, its outstanding faculty, the high quality students, and its international reputation. Its treat- ment of the University's 300,000 living alumni is no less pompous-sounding. A propaganda report on University alumni might be handled in this way: "Our alumni are the best because the University is highly selective of its students ... The students are proud of the University's combined athletic and academic achievement. . . They. are by and large successful professionals." No wonder Michigan State fans talk about those "arrogant asses" of Ann Arbor! Every college or university has alumni - it's one of the facts of life in the ivory tower. So with the exception of identifying colors, University of Michigan alumni can't be differen- tiated from alumni hailing from Yale or Purdue. Or can they? Julie Engebrecht covers the Univer- sity Administration for the Daily. "I guess there's a kind of a feeling that there's a special Michigan per- son," says Michael Radock, vice- president for University relations and* development, whose job involves dealing with alumni on a regular basis. "There are the Ivys. I would think there's a Princeton type. There's a Harvard type, a Dartmouth type, Amherst. . ." What emerges is the classic "Harvard of the midwest" definition. A Michigan alumnus is bright, yet most of the Eastern snob- bishness or high class Berkeley in- tellect is conspicuously absent. According to Radock and Bob For- man, executive director of the Alumni Association, identification of oneself as a University of Michigan graduate evokes an instant response, regardless of personal qualities. "Our mental computer goes 'click' and the screen comes up: great school, international stature, bright students, liberal - sometimes too liberal - good academically as well as athletically, forefront of knowledge, great research. That's the screen that comes up," says Radock. "When they meet you as a new graduate, they say 'She must be pretty good. She made it through there. She was accepted there.' or 'He has three degrees from Michigan, four degrees' . . ." Forman acknowledges that while a degree from the University isn't necessarily a guarantee of a job, a graduate or representative of the University can rest on at least a few of those academic laurels. "You find that people think more highly of you without knowing what your personal qualities are," he says. "It's almost too bad; the judgement is made before you can prove them wrong." But who's complaining? Just as a degree from the University of Michigan can mean more to an employer than a diploma from a smaller and not so established institution, a recent graduate can always find a friend in the employer category who is also an alumnus from the University of Michigan. These "Michigan connec- tions" can help the recent graduate meet the right people. "If somebody came to me with a The prosperous tale of Michigan alums, Michigan degree, I'd consider it a big factor," says Dave Kaplan, a 1955 graduate of the business administration school and resident of Birmingham. Kaplan said he is familiar with the University's academic standards, and is fairly well assured he would be hiring a quality employee. "You have to look back at who it is that goes to Michigan in the first place," he says. But the value of a diploma from a highly respected institution is merely one factor. The bond between Michigan alumni of all ages is at least as strong, and certainly more exclusive. The commonality of attending Michigan reaches into the professional and social lives of many alumni. In Washington D.C., for example, student summer in- terns from the-University are each assigned a Michigan alumnus to make them feel at home away from home. The idea is that common attendance at the ,same school provides some security, as well as automatic frien- dship. Many students say the alumnus sponsor gets more from the arrangement than the usually-skeptical student, yet it is often an important connection for future employment. Also twice a year, in New York, many of the 600 Michigan graduates in that city who are media professionals gather for lunch and share the common experience of being a Michigan graduate. And in numerous other cities across the country alumni clubs get together for late summer picnics, or to watch Michigan's football team battle Ohio State's on television. OU CANNOT go anywhere without meeting a Michigan graduate," Forman declares. declares. He tells of the University giving an honorary degree to a noted American governmental figure, the news of which was printed in the Michigan Alumnus magazine. Six weeks later the man was in a small African village. As he walked into this village, a man came up, shook his hand, and congratulated him on becoming an alumnus of the University of Michigan. 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