IN Toronto Magazine: December 2010/January 2011

Page 39

ART & DESIG N

B O O K RE V I EW

VODKA STINGER →Master

lyricist /composer Stephen Sondheim gets a rise out of a musical theatre fan Writer David Bateman

Sir Noel’s stylistic brilliance.

along in our graves.

Bringing the late Coward into

Ultimately this can be the stuff

the larger picture of Sondheim’s

of good, bitchy fun, and Sondheim

text reveals a general dilemma. By

is careful to include the words

taking his own work so seriously

“grudges and whines” in his title.

Sondheim has produced a strange

My only major complaint is that

hybrid of academic text and slight

there isn’t enough bitching. For the

whimsy, sidestepping any insight

most part it’s a dry ride through a

into ways in which his life may

museum of lyric proliferation that

have affected his art. Considered

W

a private person who didn’t yank

course entitled Sondheim 101. But

open the closet door until he was

it’s not very gay, and when it is,

40, Sondheim, now 80, certainly

it seems Sondheim has a distaste

has a right to privacy. In analyz-

-

ing his own lyrics, and to a lesser

tion that some of his homosexual

extent his music, he sprinkles in

cohorts favoured.

the odd bitchy-licious anecdote

Are sung, frequently dirge-like

without including any juicy mor-

ballads à la Sondheim really all

sels about himself.

that different from campy, smoul-

Delightful hen musical queens collide it can be stren-

→ SIDE BY SIDE Stephen Sondheim and Leonard Bernstein circa 1957.

uous to decide whose

celebrity

moments

occur when he reminisces about

dering ditties? Or is it just a deceptive change of tone?

Ethel Merman and Elaine Stritch,

I adore Sondheim’s morbid fas-

two legendary Broadway divas.

cination with murderers (Sweeney

royal ally to become — Stephen

pages or so he takes another loving

Stritch is reported to have said to

Todd, Assassins), horny bache-

Sondheim, the revolutionary mas-

jab at the gay bard’s wordplay. At

a bartender, “just give me a bot-

lors (Company), and polyamorous

ter craftsman of darkly comic real-

one point he claims that Coward’s

ism in mid- to late-twentieth-

interpretation of “Mad Dogs and

Sondheim’s Merman quote reveals

Music). I just cannot for the life of

century musical theatre, or Noel

Englishmen” is delivered with such

more about his distaste for the voy-

me see why he considers them less

Coward, the campy aesthete of

“dispassionate, breakneck speed,

euristic gaze of drooling fans and

campy than the characters who

an earlier, bygone era when we

every word clipped as if it were

nothing about dear Ethel herself.

have inhabited some of the other

gay men of a more bitchy mien

topiary in order to give the impres-

He complains about an audience of

great musicals of the past century.

were given all kinds of musical air

sion of brilliance” that it becomes

“mostly middle-aged culture seek-

They are singing about their lives,

time onstage to disguise our heart-

“almost incomprehensible.” This

ers” less interested in “anapests

after all, and what could be camp-

and sprung rhythm and tonic-

ier, what could be gayer, than that?

soaked romances under the fabu-

upper-class divas (A Little Night

lous guise of mostly heterosexual

like me, constantly delighted by

subdominant progressions” than

couplings and word play.

the live in Las Vegas recording of

the pressing question, “What was

You may feel compelled to take

this particular lyric. I am always

Ethel Merman really like?” What

sides while reading Sondheim’s

impressed by the articulate enun-

Sondheim must know, but seems to forget in this instance, is that

account of his life within the pantheon of Broadway lyricist/com-

“patter” (as Sondheim calls the

the same audiences he eschews

posers. On page one of his intro-

lyric). Clever cultural critique and

have been his bread and butter

duction, Sondheim writes that he

breathlessly paced delivery are

for the past 50 years, and if we’re

“cordially but intensely dislikes”

perfectly matched with the quick

not dead yet some of Sondheim’s

Coward’s lyrics; every hundred

rhymes and repetition integral to

quips may have us rolling merrily

FINISHING THE HAT: Collected Lyrics (19541981) with Attendant Comments, Principles, Heresies, Grudges, Whines and Anecdotes. Stephen Sondheim. Knopf. $30. AN EVENING WITH STEPHEN SONDHEIM $22$69. 8pm. Mon, Dec 6. Princess of Wales Theatre. 300 King St W. (416) 872-1212. mirvish.com. intorontomag.com

39


Issuu converts static files into: digital portfolios, online yearbooks, online catalogs, digital photo albums and more. Sign up and create your flipbook.