Word: chekhovisms
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...Play's The Thing. For the most part the produce of these theaters is nonpolitical. Their repertories are extremely broad. Probably nowhere in the world can you find such varied fare-on successive nights Shakespeare, Sheridan, Chekhov, Goldoni, Ostrovski, Shaw, Molière, Oscar Wilde, Gorki. Occasionally new shows about the "great patriotic war" are produced, like Leonid Leonov's Invasion, a hot and angry placard. But actors and directors take a long view and do not feel that any new plays have yet come out of the war which will live as Russian drama...
...marries doting, pathetic Peasant Hugo Haas. First she destroys Judge Sanders' attempt to settle down with a wife (sugary, upper-class Anna Lee). Then she parades before the count in his dead wife's wedding dress. At length, on a shooting party (the film is made from Chekhov's story The Shooting Party), she is mysteriously knifed to death. Her husband takes the rap. The Bolshevik revolution overtakes her guilty lover before justice does...
...Gide listed among his favorite U.S. authors: 1) Novelist Ernest Hemingway -"I have none of his love for bullfighting, and yet there is no American author I would rather meet." 2) Novelist John Steinbeck-"some of the stories in ... The Long Valley . . . equal or surpass the best tales of Chekhov." 3) Crimester Dashiell Hammett-"I regard his Red Harvest as a remarkable achievement, the last word in atrocity, cynicism and horror." 4) Novelist William Faulkner - "perhaps the most important" U.S. writer, "essentially, powerfully and in the full sense of the word, a Protestant...
...death knell of a class and the vanishing of a certain poetry from life-round out the pathos of these people. But the ax-blade cuts two ways: these spoilt children, who oppose Philistinism, with sentimentality, will not fight for survival, make almost an art of their helplessness. If Chekhov pities them, he gently pillories them also...
...Chekhov, who cherished the nuance, abhorred the emphatic. His Cherry Orchard is a mosaic of art rather than a straight transcript of life; its emotional overtones are out of all proportion to its literal story. Last week's production had its merits: a fluent translation, good pace, no mistaken striving after Russian "soulfulness." But the indispensable merit of tone it did not have. It failed to make little scenes radiant or heartbreaking; it played for laughs; it turned minor roles into blatant character parts. Chekhov-lovers had seen a more poignant Cherry Orchard years ago, when Eva LeGallienne staged...