It's Authenticity, Stupid
There have been sooooo many conversations I can write about lately. They include, to remind myself in case I want to write about them later, biological and social determinism in gender difference, bad art and how it sweeps both the nation and individuals, and authenticity as an artist. Today, I'm goin' with the last. Spoilers would be RENT again, a performance piece that very few people have seen or read yet, and a little bit SCENT OF A WOMAN.
After purchasing a copy of it for Cassie, I reread Sarah Schulman's STAGESTRUCK, which I mentioned in some much earlier entry about RENT; Schulman's fundamental claim, beyond that the non-LA BOHEME plot of RENT was lifted from her novel, is that the "popular" view of the AIDS crisis which RENT put forth into the world glosses over the homosexual perspective and is therefore inauthentic/dishonest. At the same time, my close friend is in the latter development stages of a solo performance piece about the diamond trade in Sierra Leone, about which piece I've been talking with her quite frequently; she is a white woman and will be playing . . . well, I can count eleven characters off the top of my head, and there are probably more, and a whole lot of those characters are black and African. In addition, all my professions and fields of interest (teaching--particulalaly as a white teacher in mostly black schools; theater; anthropology) automatically bring up a lot of questions of authenticity, ideology and authority. So yeah, that done been on my mind.
Every time I read or think about Schulman, or bring her up with somebody else, I have an entirely different opinion. I'm on a search for her novels, all of which are out of print (time for a trip to Myopic Books in Wicker Park--see, I can do product placement on my blog, too), so I can see how much water I feel her claim to RENT holds, and I'm often really irritated by small aspects of her book (such as her inability to check small things like the spelling of the names of people to whom she devotes significant textual time--it seems to me really disrespectful of her subjects and of fact-checking in general, and makes me wonder a lot about her non-self-focused research abilities), but either way the question of the authenticity of perspective is a question I can lose myself in. There is no question that the first community to be seriously effected by the AIDS crisis in America, both in terms of death tolls and stigmatization, was the gay male community. (I feel for some reason like there was a lot less racial division in it then than there is now, but really I have no fucking clue, so can an older reader tell me, please?) It was a "gay cancer," it was something else to stigmatize homosexuality (with remarkable and disturbing success, as demonstrated by the fact that in *1999* I was at a protest where there were actually signs that read "Thank God for AIDS" and "AIDS Cures Fags"). However, the "popularized" version of the early-ish AIDS crisis, the way that people who were too young to understand what was really going on at the time, like myself, came to understand it, was through RENT. The protagonists of RENT, the central figures through whom we enter the story, are straight white males; while myriad secondary characters are black, Hispanic, gay, lesbian, drag queens, college professors, performance artists, lawyers for the indigent, bla bla bla etcetera, Schulman's claim, which I think holds some water, is that it's disingenuous to present the AIDS crisis that way, as if everyone was truly equal and bonded in the face of AIDS. But when I mentioned this to my mother, she pointed out the obvious, which I hadn't thought of and which also holds some water: why does it have to be that way? We must accept, as artists and as sophisticated audiences, that all art is completely subjective; why can't we simply say, the reason this musical approaches the AIDS crisis through the eyes of an HIV-negative straight white man is because the author was an HIV-negative straight white man and this was the most solid and honest way he knew of entering into the artistic dialogue?
Meta-question: are we capable of creating art, and by extension capable of understanding the world, from any perspective other than our own?
This goes back to the problematics both of HOTEL RWANDA, about which I posted earlier, and of my friend L.'s piece. The thing of L.'s piece, though, is that you can't help but know that it's a white woman's perspective. It's different from something a white American woman wrote that is supposed to be presented by black African people; if the sole performer is clearly white and American, and you know the piece was written by said performer, a lot of the limitations and sources of the perspective are on the table from the start. No audience, no matter how uneducated, accidentally ignorant, deliberately ignorant, bigoted, or stupid, is going to mistake this piece for the authentic perspective of someone native to Sierra Leone. Even if it's the first thing the audience has heard about Sierra Leone, and I count myself as one of those audience members, on some level the piece's limitations are on the table. I don't think that's quite the case for the ignorant audience member coming into RENT. Schulman says in the book that RENT "[portrays] straight people as the heroic center of the AIDS crisis," I think that's a little extreme, but even if it were true, can we say that if one happend to think straight people were the heroic center of the AIDS crisis, one shouldn't be allowed to create a work of art that implies that? Can we say that that piece of art would be bad if we didn't agree with that perspective? What about something like SCENT OF A WOMAN--a really well-made, well-acted movie with well-developed characters and a really offensively misogynistic moral universe? Do I think it's worse art because of that offensively misogynistic moral universe, or do I simply like it less, and what's the difference?
I mean, in the case of RENT, I also think it's not particularly good art and am a little offended by how far it has come in the world given that. D'apres Schulman, no piece of art--particularly of that quality, but any piece of art--could possibly have come that far in the public/mainstream eye if it had been written by a homosexual and had a homosexual as the central character, and she's right. Is that RENT's fault, or Larson's fault? He couldn't help being a white straight male. (To which a voice in my head, and probably in the head of many of my readers, sarcastically responds, "Oh, poor him.") Unquestionably it also sucks that there is so little art in the mainstream public eye from an authentic gay perspective, but is that RENT's fault, are they actually competing for the same cultural slot? Would I even dare to ask these questions if I were close to someone gay and HIV+?
And next question: did RENT actually *do* anything political? Did it raise awareness in the public eye of the AIDS crisis, or did it present an idealized version of it that made people think they didn't really have to do anything? And if the former, is it worth its being bad art to have it do that, does that excuse its quality? And does it make it easier for the mainstream, the majority of which *is* made up of straight white people, to digest the magnitude of the crisis if they have a protagonist like themselves through whom they can enter the story, and is there anything wrong with that?
It's been a question at the forefront of anthropology in recent years, too, since basically the discipline of anthropology was founded from a Eurocentric, or rather Eurosuperior, perspective. These cultures are not reflective enough to understand themselves, which implies a certain lower level of sophistication, therefore we have to understand them for them. Even when the more-often-studied cultures started to get a grip on what anthropology was and start looking at themselves, academic anthropologists claimed that perspective was inherently superior--basically, that if you're in a culture that's being studied, you can't see it from enough distance to understand it properly. Which has some resonance, on a smaller scale (people close to you totally understand things about you that you yourself cannot understand) as well as probably a larger, but it does make it clear that in a lot of cases authentic perspectives have been neglected. On the grounds that they're too biased, which by extension leads us to the fact that the Eurocentric, straight, male perspective has been treated as neutral. And it's obvious that it's not, and once you know it's not, it's as valid a perspective to look at things through as any. (Which is why I think there need to be Men's Studies department at universities that have Women's Studies--to answer "all studies are Men's Studies," which many proponents of Women's Studies do, really only perpetuates the use of the male perspective as neutral. Once you let a department acknowledge a man's perspective as just that, a perspective, you're going to get a lot further.) And yet, when you're putting forward your perspective, you need to think enough about your audience and how the piece will be received and the political resonances it will have to know that many to most people think the white perspective is neutral, like I said about HOTEL RWANDA. It's part of the responsibility, as far as I'm concerned, of being an artist; it's why I'm willing to say all art is political, because it does have that kind of resonance. While my objections to RENT are not nearly as extreme as Schulman's, I'm not sure Larson was looking closely enough at RENT's potential sociopolitical future. Then again, maybe he died before he understood how big it was going to get.
At some point we will have to ask ourselves why I have been so obsessed with RENT since I started this blog, and I think the answer lies simply in my fascination with the things political art does and doesn't do. Does RENT qualify as "political art" simply because it's about what was, and sort of continues to be though less so in this country, a really explosive political issue? What happens when people try to write about things they have not experienced? Some people make good art that way and other people don't, but it's generally better when you manage somehow in the piece of art--form or content, which as you know I think are inextricable--to make clear that your perspective is a perspective. There are about a million ways to do that, most of which, obviously, I have not thought of or acknowledged here, though I think my friend's is a big one. Next question: is it just that we're unable to *acknowledge* the perspective tells in things like RENT, because we're so used to considering that perspective not to be one?
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I'm going to respond to this as best I can paragraph by paragraph, because I think this is a really cool comment.
As far as I'm concerned, the "solution" is for everyone--both people who are white straight males and people who are not--to acknowledge that the straight white male perspective is just that, a perspective. Each aspect of what you are, white, male and straight being only some of those aspects, informs the art that you do. We--and I recognize that I did so in this post particulalaly, and I apologize, but at least it's to show how difficult and complex a social road this will be--need to acknowledge that being a straight white male is not neutral, and that while it is a perspective that has been given voice in our time a great deal more than many other voices, we will be able to look at it differently if we truly understand that it's only one voice.
I really like the idea of speaking from someone else; I'd never identified it that way, but I've done it.
I saw RENT long enough ago, I must admit, that most of the production values aside from its attempt to make the Nederlander look shabby escape me now; I'll take what you say about the dancing on faith. While I myself like Dar Williams, the only songs I could truly defend against Dar-Williams-bashing are "The Pointless, Yet Poignant, Crisis of a Co-Ed" and "Flinty Kind of Woman"; I see and can admit to the problems with most of her body of work, and yet overall I still like it. (If you want an ally in your bashing, I suggest you team up with my sister, who is far more vehement and virulent in her attacks than I can imagine you being.) That, I guess, leads to my overall standards of good art; I'm not going to go into it too deeply, because I'm going to write a post about it in the next couple of weeks and because, in spite of the fact that I'm going to write a post about it, I don't really understand it. But after long familial debate and a lot of belabored thinking that sprung out of the very conversation you cite, I *can* answer the part about manipulation!
Katie argued that all art is manipulative, that manipulation was an inescapable fact of art, and after some consideration I found that I couldn't really argue with that. (And yet, I did argue with it at the time--let that be a lesson to you about me, folks.) But in relation to my pigeon thing, I think the difference is between art that manipulates its audience into going through a process and art that manipulates its audience into coming to a conclusion. That, for me, is the distinction between good art and bad art: I favor the former. Both good art and bad art, assuming it's put together with any semblance of intelligence (and I include the entire spectrum of Howard Gardner intelligences in that word--I'm not attempting to belittle "outsider art" in this process, though "outsider art" is a longer conversation for a longer day), have some understanding of steps of the process through which the audience will be taken. Bad art assumes that it knows how every member of every audience will (or "should," if you will) react to each of these steps, and therefore believes there is only one "right" conclusion to reach at the end. Taking (or "manipulating," if you will) someone through each step of their process is a natural part of art and how it works; assuming you know that person's reactions and relying upon those reactions to make the logical jump to the next step is a salient feature of bad art. That's how I think of it. Hence the pigeon. I don't think art is there to convey a message as in "you should think this," but it is there to convey messages as in "here are some pieces of the world that contribute to why I think this, and I think this, what about you?" Also hence the subjectivity deal with straight white men and so forth. (And n.b. sexual orientation, race and gender are not the only salient features that contribute to a person's perception of a piece of art or making of art, they're just the ones with the largest lobbies right now. Class needs a larger voice, but the ways that the other lobbies get into the structure are inherently classist, so . . .)
I, however, have a particular bias at play here, which is that I don't believe there's a "right audience" for any piece of art. I think if there is, if there is a *class* or *group* of people rather than a smattering of individuals who have no connection to a particular piece of art, it's the fault of the art/artist. Not everyone believes that. Which is not to say that that's the case with RENT; I imagine there are plenty of lesbians who are delighted about RENT, just that none of them are Sarah Schulman. (I finally read PEOPLE IN TROUBLE, by the by, and hoo boy is that another round of conversations about authenticity . . . the fundamental argument of the book is that of separatism, that bisexuality doesn't exist and/or isn't politically appropriate, and that the only people who can honestly understand the cruelty of the world are homosexuals, and it seems to me hostile and nasty but at the same time another page in the authenticity book. And boy is it an example of conclusion-art--it's mad at you if you don't think what it thinks. I also found that I couldn't see it as more of a source for RENT than I could see the culture at large as being one.) I think Larson thought himself universal, and maybe he's wider-reaching than I'm willing to acknowledge. But that leads to a question of Broadway audiences and theatrical classism and so forth, and I'm not quite up for that today.
Yeah. That's all she wrote.
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