In this respect our theatre does not differ materially from the
theatres of other countries except in one particular. In Europe the
juxtaposition of nations makes an interchange of conventions possible,
which brings about slow change or rapid revolution. Paris, for example,
has received visits from the Russian Ballet which almost assumed
the proportions of Tartar invasions. London, too, has been invaded
by the Russians and by the Irish. The Irish playwrights, indeed,
are continually pounding away at British middle-class complacency.
Germany, in turn, has been invaded by England (we regret that this
sentence has only an artistic and figurative significance), and we
find Max Reinhardt well on his way toward giving a complete cycle
of the plays of Shakespeare; a few years ago we might have observed
Deutschland grovelling hysterically before Oscar Wilde's _Salome_, a
play which, at least without its musical dress, has not, I believe,
even yet been performed publicly in London. In Italy, of course,
there are no artistic invasions (nobody cares to pay for them) and
even the conventions of the Italian theatre themselves, such as the
_Commedia del'Arte_, are quite dead; so the country remains as dormant,
artistically speaking, as a rag rug, until an enthusiast like Marinetti
arises to take it between his teeth and shake it back into rags again.
Very often whisperings of art life in the foreign theatre (such as
accounts of Stanislavski's accomplishments in Moscow) cross the
Atlantic. Very often the husks of the realities (as was the case with
the Russian Ballet) are imported. But whispers and husks have about
as much influence as the "New York Times" in a mayoralty campaign,
and as a result we find the American theatre as little aware of world
activities in the drama as a deaf mute living on a pole in the desert
of Sahara would be. Indeed any intrepid foreign investigator who wishes
to study the American drama, American acting, and American stage
decoration will find them in almost as virgin a condition as they were
in the time of Lincoln.
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