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May we see more pictures of your elderly cat?
Absolutely! She doesn't always look terrible I just happen to adore when she does :3
glad yall are enjoying Meemaw ^^
she was trying really hard to see a sparrow
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Help, I accidentally convinced myself that it's not out of the realm of possibility for Norm Lewis to play El Gallo on Broadway. He just did Monte Cristo at the York, so clearly he's not above a limited Broadway run of a better show with a better role. He's kept a regional production of The Fantasticks in his bio for over twenty years and he recent(ish)ly sang "Try to Remember" (edit: and "Soon It’s Gonna Rain"!) in concert, so clearly he still has affection for the show. He's on the older side for El Gallo but looks great (and certainly younger than Dennis Parlato when I saw him in the revival, though doing the math it seems that Parlato was younger then than Lewis is now) and who'd complain about age when you get that voice, anyway. It is almost certainly not going to happen, but, I mean, it could?
Watch it be Ramin Karimloo instead. :P
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Mary Martin and Theodore Bikel in the original Broadway production of The Sound of Music, which opened at the Lunt-Fontanne Theatre on November 16, 1959. Featuring music by Richard Rodgers and lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein II, the musical was based on the memoir The Story of the Trapp Family Singers by Maria Augusta Trapp and told the true story of the Austrian family whose singing brought them international fame after their escape from Nazi-occupied Austria.
The lavish original production featured scenic design by Oliver Smith and costumes by Lucinda Ballard. Directed by Vincent J. Donehue and choreographed by Joe Layton, the show became one of Broadway’s greatest successes, running for 1,443 performances before closing on June 15, 1963. Mary Martin, whose portrayal of Maria earned widespread acclaim and a Tony Award nomination, departed the production in September 1961 after nearly two years in the role.
We left this week of book club with reflection about Cissy and her child. How Maud just had to plot her storyline like that because ✨conventions✨. A read a lot Maud's short-stories and if she mentions about unmarried mothers outcome is usually the same: death or crazyness. Or both. Except one.
The only other delivery of this thrope/motive in Montgomery's writing I saw is in a short-story A Commonplace Woman, published in The Road to Yesterday/The Blythes Are Quoted, the 9th Anne book. And, for me, it's absolutely the best one in this collection. If I'd wanted to be a little more critic - the only memorable one. I have complicated relationship with this book.
But I still think about A Commonplace Woman from time to time. I don't want to spoil anything. It's one of the short ones, 37 pages in my edition. Imagine: what if Valancy was the one with a bastard child and a tragic love story? She would still have her sharp mind but no agency, not in those times. But she would have someone to live for at least. Some purpose. And a life to live, to navigate.
I really need to reread this. It was not a fairytale-like read. Just raw. And angsty. And dark. Please, someone, read it also, I can't be in this limbo alone xd!
I'll leave this excerpt from The Blue Castle and after that parallel from A Common Woman. It's from the end. I spoils what has happened but not how did it happend. Reading at your own risk!
[I'd really love to know from which year this short-story is; how many years after Valancy & Cissy Maud though Fuck this! and wrote Ursula Anderson. Absolute queen]
But though she was not afraid of death she was not indifferent to it. She found that she resented it; it was not fair that she should have to die when she had never lived. Rebellion flamed up in her soul as the dark hours passed by—not because she had no future but because she had no past. “I’m poor—I’m ugly—I’m a failure—and I’m near death,” she thought. She could see her own obituary notice in the Deerwood Weekly Times, copied into the Port Lawrence Journal. “A deep gloom was cast over Deerwood, etc., etc.”—“leaves a large circle of friends to mourn, etc., etc., etc.”—lies, all lies. Gloom, forsooth! Nobody would miss her. Her death would not matter a straw to anybody. Not even her mother loved her—her mother who had been so disappointed that she was not a boy—or at least, a pretty girl. [...] “I’ve never had one wholly happy hour in my life—not one,” she thought. “I’ve just been a colourless nonentity. I remember reading somewhere once that there is an hour in which a woman might be happy all her life if she could but find it. I’ve never found my hour—never, never. And I never will now. If I could only have had that hour I’d be willing to die.” [...] “I have really done so few bad things that they have to keep harping on the old ones,” thought Valancy. “Why, I’ve never even had a quarrel with any one. I haven’t an enemy. What a spineless thing I must be not to have even one enemy!”
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Chapter 15
“The worst of this”—Mrs. Frederick hunted for a dry spot on her handkerchief—“is that every one will know now that she is deranged. We can’t keep it a secret any longer. Oh, I cannot bear it!”
Every time I try to feel a tiny bit sorry or understanding for Amelia, then there is something like that.
One thing I wonder (perhaps because I have known a few women like this, who think that their reputation is the most important thing in the world and will sacrifice their own personal happiness and that of anyone around them to maintain it) is: what is the original wound here?
Surely either Amelia or one of her connections (as Maud would say) went through something truly ugly that implanted this fear into her mind? Because having your community turn on you is a legitimately traumatic thing (as Cissy could tell us) and most people do try to avoid it, but with the Stirlings in general and Amelia in particular, it rises to an almost pathological level.
Ostracism/banishment/exile is one of the oldest non-(physically-)violent mechanisms of societal censure, dating back to the days when being thrown out of the community would legitimately lead to your death because you couldn't survive on your own. Loneliness is kind of the original human fear.
Now, we all know that Amelia is overreacting to a truly abusive extent. The societal censure she's so scared of almost certainly isn't lethal, and at any rate, we know that it doesn't end up really affecting Valancy (both because she's a different kind of person who doesn't care as much; because she finds a new community of her own in Barney and the Gays and--in typical Maud fashion--her new home and the nature surrounding it; and because of the revelations at the end of the book that kind of overturn the power dynamics).
But we also know that it can leave you desperately alone and heartbroken like Cissy. I think it's important that we do indeed see a situation in which a ruined reputation leads to real suffering.
Of course, I think both Maud and all of us would argue that the solution that Cissy finds herself in is exactly what Barney and Valancy both do: saying, "Screw reputations, this woman is a victim, and I'm going to continue to care for her." But there was only so much Barney could do without making the situation even worse for Cissy, and we know that she was alone for several years before Valancy made the decision to help her. So even though the morally correct thing to do is to reach out to a person in Cissy's situation, that doesn't always happen, especially in a community like this.
Which brings me back to Amelia. She's right, to a certain extent, that having your dirty laundry dragged out into public can materially and emotionally affect your life in truly negative ways. But her sense of proportion is skewed, and I feel like that has to come from somewhere.
Either she has seen something traumatic happen to someone she knew or someone who raised her did or someone who raised someone she did did. (How's that for a sentence?)
But I bet if you go back far enough, you'd find a real situation where someone really did suffer because of social ostracism. And like a pearl growing up around a bit of grit, it took on layers of fear as the years passed, till Amelia reached the point where she couldn't see past it to things that matter more, like healthy relationships, kindness, and flourishing.
I'm betting there's a cycle here that we aren't aware of because Valancy isn't aware of it. I'm willing to bet she knows almost nothing about Amelia's inner life or her trauma. But as some of us (ahem) know very well, just because you have no idea what your parents' trauma is doesn't mean that it doesn't shape your life. Valancy ends up breaking a cycle that I'm sure she doesn't even realize exists.
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