April 26, 2007
The Next (book) conversation
Can a conversation inspire a city? A people?|
Nextbook, an organization devoted to Jewish literature, culture and ideas (www.nextbook.org) came to L.A. last weekend, staging a full day festival at UCLA's MacGowan and Freud theaters called "Acting Jewish: Film, TV, Comedy, Music," the first of what it hopes to be an annual event.
According to Nextbook Director Julie Sandorf, the notion of an L.A. festival was inspired by Pulitzer Prize-winning playwright, filmmaker and author David Mamet, whose book, "The Wicked Son," Nextbook published with Shocken. The festival's purpose, Nextbook Program Director Matthew Brogan declared, was to bring "together writers, actors, directors, and musicians to talk about the imaginary Jews of popular culture and their real life counterparts."
Mamet agreed to participate in the event, in a conversation on the subject of "Make Believe Jews," in the words of the event's program, "about how Hollywood has treated the Jews and his own attempts to create a different kind of onscreen Jewish character."
Mamet's interlocutor was none other than yours truly. I must now disclose that I was paid an honorarium for the pleasure and the challenge of doing so (they actually handed me a check when I walked off stage!); and that for the occasion I purchased a new jacket at Sean, my favorite men's store (I didn't need to disclose that part; I just wanted to). Sandorf introduced me as "a great friend of Nextbook," which is a compliment I accept. Such is my bias to take into account as I share my subjective impressions of the event.
On Saturday evening, Los Angeles Times film critic Kenneth Turan hosted a screening of two silent films. First was D. W. Griffith's 1910 short "A Child of the Ghetto," which featured footage shot on New York's Lower East Side. It was akin to traveling in a time machine to see the bustling activity of families and street peddlers on Rivington Street (today's equivalent would be walking down Alvarado Street in Los Angeles toward Langer's Deli, where the vibrant ethnic community is Latin rather than Eastern European Jews); followed by "East and West," a 1923 Yiddish film starring a young Molly Picon that established the pixy-ish qualities that would, in a few years, make Picon the highest paid Yiddish actress in the world.
Sunday, Nextbook presented eight different panels on film, TV, Hollywood novels, food, and music including such diverse presenters and topics as Bruce Jay Friedman, Bruce Wagner and Ella Taylor on the Hollywood novel; Frank London, Jewlia Eisenberg and Josh Kun talking Jewish music; and Jonahan Gold, Leslie Brenner, Evan Kleiman and Jeffrey Shandler discussing food and film. The panels overlapped and intersected and, like any festival, there was always the risk that you were missing something interesting happening somewhere else.
For example, while I was on stage with Mamet, Turan was in another hall sharing the exuberant ethnically Jewish pre-code film comedies of Max Davidson -- a presentation I would have been eager to attend. Similarly, I missed seeing my friend, journalist David Margolick, participate in the panel on "Jewish Stardom," which also included USC professor Leo Braudy (one of the most knowledgeable film experts around); artist, essayist and self-proclaimed Jew-ologist Rhonda Lieberman; and the very learned and entertaining Jeffrey Shandler, who co-authored with Jim Hoberman the excellent and essential "Entertaining America: Jews, Movies and Broadcasting" -- all because I rushed to hear Adam Gopnik talk about Jewish comedy.
Gopnik was, much like his essays in the New Yorker, erudite, charming and polished. He revealed that he arrived in New York in 1979 hoping to be a stand-up comic, or a songwriter -- and it is safe to say that he has become a literary tummler, heir to a tradition of reporting and performance, part Robert Benchley, part Calvin Trillin. As for my conversation with David Mamet, I have little recollection of what was said (my mind always goes blank the minute I leave the stage), but I've been told a podcast will be available soon from Nextbook.
My friends and family report that the conversation covered a full spectrum of Jews on film, from Mamet's own childhood performances for the Chicago Board of Rabbis, to the Yiddish Theater in Odessa, the Group Theater in New York, "The Jazz Singer," "Exodus," movies about the Holocaust, and Jewish characters Mamet has created, including a recent episode of "The Unit" called "Two Coins" that took place in Israel.
I've been told that often the most important information in a psychoanalytic session is revealed in the last few minutes, just as we often put the most important info into the P.S. of a communication. One of the highlights of Mamet's appearance for me came in a follow-up question from the audience when Mamet told, or more correctly in the parlance of Hollywood, pitched the assembled listeners a story involving both an Israeli fighter pilot and tales from Rabbi Isaac Luria that he hopes to write and direct.
But that was just my panel. I spent the rest of the day bouncing among the presentations. Here are some things that struck me:
The day after the event, questions popped into my head: Was the conference too academic or intellectual? A case of too many panelists talking about movies, music and books, rather than seeing (or listening to) writers and artists performing their work? Was the audience, the majority of whom were over 40, too old? What does it take to get people 30 and under to attend? How many attendees does it take to make a festival successful? Worth repeating? Does Los Angeles need a festival of Jewish culture? What does it accomplish?
I know the questions are worth asking, but I'm not sure the answers matter. Particularly given that the traditional Jewish answer to the question, "Does it help?" is: "It doesn't hurt."