Author's Intent
ON WRITING & DIRECTING - by G.L. Horton
NA wrote: "I have a problem with the legitimacy of those
70 years. Copyright law has legal status over authorial intent
but not necessarily any ethical or aesthetic significance. Better
to talk to the dead author than the estate when seeking the theatrical
intent of a work."
Certainly there are authors who do not support the severe and
extended copyright laws.
There is a "copyleft" and a "Cultural Commons"
movement, and I'm proud to count myself a member. I have no
interest in having my artistic work supply my heirs with material
comfort, and they are certainly no more likely to be moved to
understand and promote my "authorial intent" than
any one else who might be attracted to my work and want to produce
it and/or use it as raw material for art work of their own.
I am grateful to every artist whose work has been freely available
to me and has enriched my life beyond measure-- and I've only
experienced what's been free or comp-ed or cheap, because I've
lived my life at the lower end of the income scale. I only hope
that I can add my mite to the spiritual and intellectual treasures
that are the common heritage of humankind. When my work is in
its vulnerable infancy, I fight to have it take a material form
that satisfies me, because my own aesthetic sense, and my sense
of truth, is the impetus behind not just that particular work
but everything that I undertake. But I live and learn, and I
will die: leaving some things completed, some unfinished, some
failed. I practice letting go: the visions and revisions will
belong to others.
GO wrote: "Actually, you don't have the right to alter
a painting or sculpture either. In France that right is even more
profound-- even if I OWN a painting I cannot chop it up and resell
it."
The reviews of the current Rubens drawing show point out that
Rubens bought drawings by earlier masters and altered them with
a few lines and shadings to make them "his". We would
consider this defacement, yes? At least I did when I read about
the modern artist who bought an old master drawing, erased it,
and signed and sold it as "his" work of art. But altering
or incorporating earlier work has been SOP in the arts though
most of history: playwrights and producers recycled plots and
characters just as painters based new Pietas on earlier pictures.
And the master painter not only incorporated elements of other
artists' designs, he assigned much of the painting to his apprentices,
executing only the "cartoon" and the finishing touches
himself.
NA wrote: "Since stage directions are protected by copyright,
could/should the playwright insist on the letter of that protection,
or is it the spirit of the stage direction that we honor? What
about casting, for example, changing sexual or racial identities
of characters? What about location--i.e. setting a play in a location
different from that stipulated by the text?"
If Isherwood's NYTimes review is to be believed, the
Classic Stage Co.'s production of "Happy Days" with
Lea DeLaria is a clear case of the abrogation of the author's
intentions-- though the reviewer seems to be uncertain whether
it is through the collaborators' artistic choice or incompetence.
It will be interesting to see if the Beckett estate, which
has enforced the author's strict intentions by refusing to license
or getting a court order to shut down productions that make
changes in lines, stage business, setting, gender and color
(whether of the actors or of the characters) will move against
a production that adheres to the letter of Beckett's script
but flies in the face of its meaning.
I should make it clear that I think that freezing-drying a
play is insane if not immoral. The writer should strive mightily
to get the play incarnate at least a few times in a way that
satisfies the authorial intent, and then let go: allowing it
eventually to fall into the Public Domain where others may indeed
use it to "write their own damn play" -- that's the
way the living art form works, when it works. But not to insist
on "getting it right" for Art's sake according to
his vision in the first place is also insane.
GO wrote: "I haven't read the review... but I wonder,
isn't part of the problem here that producers and directors sometimes
forget that the playwright doesn't only write WORDS-- that silent
scenes are also the playwright's domain? I would say that what
Beckett did is not write 'directions,' but that his text IS the
unspoken."
But Beckett DID write directions, shufflings and banana eating
and specific prop handling and changing chairs and the like--
very detailed business.
A majority opinion on this list seems to hold that no aspect
of the production is the playwright's domain, because the writer's
job is to supply text, character, situation, setting-- but only
as suggestions which the collaborators are free to use or amend
as their inspiration dictates.
MZ wrote: "Why did Beckett insist on such stringent guidelines?
Is he the only one or were there others? I mean was he racist?
Sexist? Or did he have a specific reason for the limitations?"
It is Beckett's model for how his art functions. He chose his
actors by type and voice, coached them extensively with line
readings and business, insisted that the physical manifestation
of the piece be exactly what he had in his mind when he envisioned
it. He only worked with directors who agreed with him on this.
He also resisted answering any questions about motivation or
meaning. The model is much like a shamanistic ritual: do it
and do it precisely and it will "work": understanding---
particularly psychologizing" -- is not necessary.
I dislike and disapprove of this authoritarian attitude for
political and personal reasons. Beckett is not a model for me
as an artist, nor am I attracted to the authorial voice behind
his work. OTOH, in spite of my resistance, whenever I see Beckett
performed just as he insists, by utterly devoted and type-cast
actors trained in the Beckett way and directed according to
Beckett's specifications, the experience reduces me to a puddle
of pity and awe. One definition of a poem is that it is a set
of words put together in such a perfect fashion that if one
of them is changed the whole is damaged. Beckett is a true poet
of the theatre--- dammit!
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