For this trek to Europe, I was fortunate to fly on Turkish
Airlines, a decision that had two immediate consequences. First of all, this
particular international company does not fly out of Pittsburgh, compelling an
extra leg of my trip from the Steel City to The Big Apple, adding a day of travel
on both ends. Secondly, being Turkish Airlines, in order to get to Lyon,
France, I would need to take a layover just down the road a piece in Istanbul.
Rather than spend 13 hours in the airport between flights home, I was able to
extend my layover, and have a day in a city that I had long longed to visit.
The paper and the trip were shaping up nicely.
Mother Nature, however, did not want to cooperate. The day
before I was to leave Pittsburgh, my bus to New York City was cancelled as New
Jersey was placed under a travel ban in anticipation of the record-breaking
snow that was to bury Manhattan. After a bit of very stressful scampering, I
booked a seat on the only train, and in fact the only mode of transportation
between Pittsburgh and New York, that would get me to JFK International Airport
in time for my flight – if that flight should even take off the
following afternoon.
Upon arriving in New York City, the snowstorm was painfully
evident by the lack of debilitating snow. There was more snowfall in Pittsburgh
that morning, the major part of the weather deciding to head north to Boston.
Still, the question of delays hung in the air. The flight I had booked was the
only flight I could take that would get me to Lyon in time for the conference.
That evening was spent with friends and watching a rehearsal
for a staged reading of one of USP’s Artistic Director Elizabeth Ruelas’ plays.
Arising from the couch early the next morning, I made my way to the airport
where everything went off without a hitch. I was in the air for more than nine
hours to Istanbul for a three-hour layover before a three-hour flight to Lyon.
Thirty minutes on a train and ten minutes on the thoroughly efficient metro
later, I was checking into my hotel.
Not succumbing to jet lag, I decided to take in Lyon’s
spectacular Roman ruins. There are two theatres on the hill of Vieux Lyon, one
being the oldest Roman theatre in Gaul. The excellent museum on sight was free
that day, so I was able to take in quite a bit before heading back to the hotel
to nervously rehearse my presentation. Presentations we rehearse, but
Shakespeare, no. As the last speaker of the day and the only performer on the
agenda, a persistent question nagged me: am I going last because they think
I’ll be entertaining, or because nobody sits through the entire conference? My
stomach was in knots, filled with butterflies or kittens, whichever metaphor
you prefer.
The following morning, I arrived early giving myself plenty
of time to get lost. The conference was held on the Déscartes campus of the
École Normale Superieur, and when I reached the room, it was locked. The
receptionist informed me that the room was reserved from 9:30, which was
curious because all the materials for the conference listed 9:00 as the start
time. I had difficulty using my computer while traveling. Had I missed an
important email while I was in transit?
I began seeing students moving in the right direction, and heard mention
of a conference and speakers, so I followed. I must have arrived just a bit too
early. It’s still better than the alternative.
More topics were addressed than I thought would have been in
a conference devoted to reading Love’s
Labour’s Lost. Speakers came from the UK, Scotland (a transplant from
Pittsburgh), Norway, France and of course the USA (me). I was the only one not
connected to some institution. Would I be taken seriously? Would I be
understood? Would anybody care? These were the questions that occupied my mind
while the other speakers took their turns, causing me to miss a good amount of
their presentations.
It turns out that the answer to all of my questions and
worries was ‘yes.’ The program was
running 20 minutes behind schedule when I took the stage. While preparing it
struck me that I was not reading a paper, but giving a presentation. During my
time, I mixed things up by presenting from in front of the large desk at the
front of the room and not reading directly from my paper, but using it more as
an outline. As difficult as it was due to nerves and adrenaline, I tried to
speak slowly. Most of the attendees were students, and English was their second
language. A majority of the presentations were in English, so I hope that we
were understood.
I was able to explain how Shakespeare was able to direct his
actors through cue scripts, how shifts between verse and prose alert the actors
to a change on stage, how pronouns direct blocking and how a couple of
important rules of staging Shakespeare without rehearsals effect the
performance and the interpretations of roles. My paper was greeted with some
very welcomed comments and questions when I was finished although the
conference went over time. I also know for a fact that some of the students who
had been checking out fishing videos on Facebook throughout the conference
ended the day by checking out USP’s page - a very encouraging sign.
The entire experience left me wanting to do more
conferences. They are a great way to keep in touch with what is going on in the
world of Shakespeare, and to spread USP’s name and methods. I am grateful to La
Société Française Shakespeare for the opportunity and all of their help and
support. A big thank you goes out to the presenters for their time, talent and
knowledge. To read ‘An Unrehearsed Cue Script Perspective on Love’s Labour’s Lost,’ and the other
papers presented at Lyon and at the second part of the conference taking place
on February 13 and 14 in Paris, visit La Société Française Shakespeare’s
website in March (http://shakespeare.revues.org/?lang=en).
After leaving my hotel the next morning, I wandered around
in search of a post office only to find that it was closed on Saturdays. Then I
got off at the wrong stop on the metro before waiting for half an hour at the
wrong stop for the train to the airport. Thankfully, I made it on time.
That evening and the next day were spent in Istanbul, and
while having absolutely nothing to do with Shakespeare I still enjoyed an
amazing time there.
The ten-hour sleepless flight back to the USA the next day
was punctuated with three crying infants going off every 20 minutes. We arrived
in JFK on time, however, the city and airport were in the grips of another
snowstorm fear. Upon landing, I was notified that my bus, scheduled to leave 5
hours later, was again cancelled. Between sitting on the tarmac for two hours
and a slow A Train to the Port Authority, I missed the last bus to Pittsburgh
for the evening. Instead, the night was spent on a very generous friend’s futon
before getting the only train from New York City to Pittsburgh the next day.
I spent 9 hours of my birthday on the train catching some
much needed rest, before arriving home at 8pm, only 14 hours later than
originally intended. Thankfully I was greeted by my much-relieved wife for a
lovely birthday dinner.
This entire trip amounted to over 45 hours in transit, 2
trains, 4 planes, 3 cities, 3 languages (4 if you count the people in Turkey
who thought I was German) and one great experience sharing USP with a
completely new audience and sparking interest in the process.
Ah - the distances we go for Shakespeare, and the
experiences he gives in return.
-Andy Kirtland
The Unrehearsed Shakespeare Project
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| My traveling companion Balzac is ready to go! |
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| Signage for the seminar |
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| The view of Lyon from Vieux Lyon |
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| Feels like you're there, doesn't it? |
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| I've waited a long time for this picture, so have those people on the bench. |
