I apologize for falling down a little on my entries last week. My writing suffered a little from the need for crisis management and the onset of a cold.
The cold still has its teeth set in me so I am going to tend toward some lighter observations rather than deeper musings. Mainly, I thought I would share a little bit of my experience this weekend because the confluence of events is a reminder of just how interesting live performance can be.
We were just entering the final weekend performing Mary Zimmerman’s The Arabian Nights (great play) when we got word that the woman who does the opening lines of the show was rear ended by a large truck and taken to the hospital.
The difficult decisionmaking process involving the director, choreographer and I discussing whom to replace her with throughout the play was made even harder by one of the actors. She took it upon herself to decide who would be the replacement, discussed this among the other actors and called the fight choreographer and asked him to come in to re-block the scene.
A cautionary tale I guess against casting people who REALLY want to be the assistant director.
The other thing that happened was that we got a review that was something of a mixed blessing. It was the best review we had gotten from this particular critic ever and was especially gratifying given that the shows reviewed in the paper the day before were awful. We had gone to great lengths to warn the public via various media that there are mature themes in the show and make it clear there the tales of Aladdin, Sinbad or Ali Baba and the 40 Thieves were not included.
Alas, the review talked about how much great fun there was for kids in the show in the story of Abu Hasan’s fart. This was echoed in the newspaper’s Saturday theatre round up. Apparently he felt this mitigated the sexual content and graphic violence that bookended the story for an hour before and hour after.
We did have people walk away from the box office with their children when we warned them and a few people who asked for refunds after thinking better of their decision while awaiting the start of the show. To date we haven’t had any complaints about the content.
My last little observation is about the fart joke. The story about Abu Hasan is that he eats a lot of chickpeas and then lets loose a great fart at his wedding. Mortified, he goes to India for 7 years and then returns thinking no one remembers him. As he passes a woman and her children, he hears each one asking when they were born. Most of the answers are mundane but to the last, the mother answers she was born the year of Abu Hasan’s great fart.
Funny, yes, but not worth note, eh? As far as I can tell from my research, the story has been a part of the 1001 Arabian Nights collection since before the European translations. What is interesting though is that it bears a striking resemblance to a supposed true story about the Earl of Oxford and Queen Elizabeth I recorded by John Aubrey in his Brief Lives:
“When the Earl made a low obeisance to the Queen, he happened to let go a fart, at which he was so ashamed that he left the country for 7 years. At his return the Queen welcomed him and said, “My lord, I had forgot the fart”
I am just interested in the origins of the story and the direction it travelled. Certainly, fart jokes are universal but these are so similar that I wonder if Aubrey made it up or was repeating an anecdote he had heard originating in the Arab world. Likewise, I wonder if the story moved with merchants to the Middle East and got incorporated into the collection of stories there.
It may seem silly to wonder about such picayune things, but it is upon these sort of musings that books and plays get written.
(Though if someone knows the true story, I wouldn’t mind having my romantic notations dissolved.)
"Though while the author wishes they could buy it in Walmart..." Who is "they"? The kids? The author? Something else?…