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Sunday, July 01, 2018

Book of Mormon: Why Lorrie Moore Writes

In a novel, the writer sells the reader a story; in reportage, his or her powers of perception and analysis. In the realm of autobiography and memoir, it might be said, one sells oneself. The more dramatic one’s life experiences and the more divergent one’s beliefs from the mainstream of the culture, the more readers one wins. Khushwant Singh always enjoyed the persona of a professional provocateur, as suggested by the very title of his widely syndicated column, “With Malice Towards One and All”. The purpose behind his writing, he tells us in Absolute Khushwant, has always been “to inform, amuse, provoke”.

Her criticism collection, “See What Can Be Done,” tackles the pleasure—and the pain—of the life of the mind.

“First,” its opening lines instruct, “try to be something, anything, else.” Explain why, when and how shit rises to the top in this life on earth ...

Why Lorrie Moore Writes


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The Book of Mormon: Finally a musical that stands up to the hype

The Book of Mormon arrives on a wave of praise — it's been a critical and commercial darling everywhere it's played and a winner of nine Tony Awards.
People have been lining around the block to secure tickets and it's so successful that even Mormons themselves are getting in on the action by using the publicity to recruit new members.


On Saturday, at Melbourne's official premiere, you could feel that anticipation and enthusiasm even before the curtains opened. People were ready to love the show.
Hype can often ruin a production for audiences, but what is incredible about The Book of Mormon is it completely stands up to its success.
The Book of Mormon uses the structure and style of classic Broadway and turns it on its head.
It's a glowing tribute to all the things people love about musicals: elaborate dance numbers (with a nod to the legendary choreography of Bob Fosse), catchy show tunes, and larger-than-life performances and sets.
But that is where the similarities end.
You'd be hard pressed to find another mainstream musical theatre show that could fit AIDS, Hitler, and genital mutilation into such a charming and hilarious romp.
The only thing that comes close is the Mel Brooks musical The Producers, but even that would be afraid to cover some of the ground that The Book of Mormon covers.

Brain child of South Park creators



Playwrights Matt Stone and Trey Parker are two of America's most successful satirists and have been making cult TV animation South Park for almost 20 years.
What started as an underground series soon became a global sensation and their smart and warped sense of humour was embraced by a legion of fans.
Nothing is truly sacred on South Park and they are some of the best equal opportunity offenders in the business.
They often employ and debunk stereotypes in their work and The Book of Mormon is no different.
The story is a simple one.
Young and naive Mormon missionaries Elder Price and Elder Cunningham are sent by the Church of the Latter Day Saints to Uganda to offer the locals "salvation".


Elder Price and Elder Cunningham are played impeccably by Canadian Ryan Bondy and American A J Holmes. Both are veterans of previous tours of The Book of Mormon.
They are electric on stage, the performances are so polished and so mannered that you can easily forget you are watching actors on a stage.
The intensity of the two leads ensures that no-one in the theatre leaves unmoved.
They are a classic comedy duo. The straight man and the goofball.
But what is so clever in this show is the way they develop and change on the course of the journey. And their character evolutions are expertly played.

Exploring maturity, community and unwanted urges

The musical does obviously poke fun at the Mormon Church, and in a hilarious number titled Turn it Off, they explore the nature of repressing unwanted feelings, in particular same-sex attraction.


Rowan Witt plays the closeted Elder McKinley with a camp frenzy, which is utterly hilarious and expertly choreographed.
His whole body language is an aching love letter to the glory of showbiz.
However, what makes the story work so well is that it is not just poking fun at Mormons, but it is a story about these characters maturing and learning about life.
They learn about helping each other and helping the community around them.
In the end it's inconsequential what the religious dogma is or is based upon, it's really about bringing joy to each other and the musical does that in spades.
The Ugandan characters are spectacular; the singing, costumes and dance moves are a riot and are also a ridiculous play on stereotypes.
There is much fun to be had at the expense of the Disney version of Africa.
The Lion King is mentioned more then once, but I'm fairly sure there are no maggots in the scrotum in any Disney musicals.

You'd have to be humourless to be angered

It's hard to take offense at any of the jokes, as it's all so full of joy and energy.
You'd have to be humourless or deeply conservative to actually be angered by the show.
Zahara Newman, who plays Nabulungi the Ugandan love interest of Elder Cunningham, is a perfect blend of naivety and warmth.
Her voice is stunning and her innuendo-laden duet with A J Holmes in Baptize Me is a marvel.
It's like a classic 80s love duet waiting to happen.


The show is full of highlights, one being the surreal and incredible Spooky Mormon Hell Dream.
The staging, costumes and choreography of this number is one of the best I've seen in musical theatre.
And I won't get the vision of Adolf Hitler and serial killer Jeffrey Darhma fellating Mormons in hell out of my head for some time.
The audience were in hysterics for the whole show, sometimes laughing so hard you missed the punch lines.
It was refreshing to see people embrace the profane and provocative with such relish.
The Book of Mormon brilliantly proves that you can get away with anything in comedy if it's smart and truly funny.




•  The Season: A Satire, by Alfred Austin (1861) 
“Short of very good books, I know nothing which gives as much pleasure as very bad books. Everyone has his pet bad book, therefore; and I have mine. But although it might be fairly easy game I never find anybody else to have read it except a few friends to whom, with all the emotion of entrusting a thousand pounds to a financier, I have entrusted it. Nor would my really bad book be much easier to replace than a thousand pounds. There is a disconcerting power of volatility about (say) the Book of the Month to be reckoned with. If you do not catch it during the Month it disappears. For example, I am in constant pursuit of a new work by Dr. Cronin. And always it was the book last month. Short of hiring a man to wait in Henrietta Street for the next moment of apparition I shall forever be deprived of a very real pleasure.
It was, however, upon The Season: A Satire by Alfred Austin, that I proposed to write. On considering it again, there can be no doubt that it is a very unusually bad book. It is supremely, mystically, bad. Most of it is not bad in the way of being funny. It
is just bad. Like this:
O blessed moment! … Duns! Detractors! Fate I
Hit me your hardest—but I dine at eight.
My thoughts are stolen? half my verses halt?
Well, very likely: please to pass the salt.
Jones won’t accept your bills: he funks the risk.
Does he? What matter? Potage a la bisque!
“There are, however, a few notably ridiculous passages. There are two passages I am particularly fond of:
Romantic boys! be still. Will angry names
Like “battered beast” annul an Earldom’s claims?
Life is not wholly sentiment and stars:
Venus wed Mercury as well as Mars.
Hush your lewd tattle ! seek your slighted beds!
A cornet waltzes, but a colonel weds.
“And another, which goes further to prove that Alfred Austin, like others of our Laureates, had some trouble in compelling the English language into verse:
What! … So they say … Bah! Nonsense … But it’s true:
True, sure enough–will lay you ten to two.
Jack saw the brief, Respondent’s name endorsed …
Great God in heaven ! Our Blanche to be divorced!
“But this badness is perhaps a little too showy. It is a greater feat to have kept up the solider badness of the remaining seventy pages. Or to have invented the bold retort, the English equivalent of Excelsior!, the exclamation at once practical and vigorous, Potage a la bisque!” 
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