People have expressed surprise to learn that I write literary books
and poetry alongside my Lambda-winning mystery series. To me, all
writing is genre in one form or another, just as all gender is a form of
drag. ;-)
Here are some recently-released poetry videos from a session at City Park Library. Cheers to Jeff Kirby and Don Pyle on these!
POETRY AND DRAG
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Labels: Canadian poetry, Canadian poets, gay Canadian poets, In the Museum of Leonardo da Vinci
AFTER THE HORSES
The festival was a huge success. Even I was impressed with the offerings from so many brilliant writers and creators. Now it's time to move on to other things. This fall has brought a plethora of rewards, including After the Horses, fourth in the Dan Sharp mystery series. When I interviewed Shyam Selvadurai at the Naked Heart festival last month, he asked how I enjoyed writing mysteries, both of us having come from purely literary backgrounds. "I love it," I answered truthfully. "Because I can say things I can't say in other types of writing." I mean that in all sincerity. I can write in a way that enables me to be free of the weight and oppressiveness of academia and considerations such as canon and concern for the literary landscape. It's my way of keeping it real.
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Labels: author Jeffrey Round, Dan Sharp, Dundurn, gay mystery, Literary noir, mystery series, Toronto
NAKED HEART: An LGBTQ FESTIVAL of WORDS
Please join me and 120 fabulous writers in Toronto for a history-making event from October 15 through 18, 2015.
www.nakedheart.ca
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MOMENT OF TRUTH: SWEET CHARITY AT THE SHAW FESTIVAL
Unless I've missed some obscure part of his oeuvre, I would hazard
the guess that no one will ever accuse Neil Simon of creating
fully-dimensional, true-to-life characters. Most of them are half-people
who exist largely as comic outlines.
Yet in those one- and two-dimensional creations he touches again and
again on universal themes that resonate with all of us: the need to
belong, the need to be loved, and of course relationship issues. Never
for a moment should we assume that his characters do not deal with
reality, even if we’re usually laughing at them.
In the opening scene, Charity Hope Valentine meets her "boyfriend"
Charlie in Central Park. When he gets his chance, Charlie pushes her in
the lake and runs off with her dowry. Some boyfriend.
… the dance and song numbers keep the story moving merrily along without too much technical razzle dazzle.At the dance hall where she works as a hostess, the other girls tell Charity to face reality. She refuses. He’ll come back, she claims. How does she even know Charlie loves her? Because when she tells him she loves him, he replies "Ditto." Hopeless, unrealistic, and yet how many of us have been one half of that couple we find so funny on stage, starving for love?
Director Morris Panych brings out these sweetly comic moments with ample flair. More than a month after its opening, the comedy is tight and effective. (I had heard otherwise.) The dancing is mostly in equally good shape, though a tush or two always seemed to be off the beat in the major ensemble opener, Big Spender. (Maybe it's hard to choreograph bottoms, but that's not a good thing.) What is right is very right indeed, however, and the dance and song numbers keep the story moving merrily along without too much technical razzle dazzle. Just like in an old-fashioned musical.
Simon leads us to that emotionally-fraught moment where truth is revealed.As the self-seeking Charity, Julie Martell delivers a highly capable performance, nicely supported by co-stars Mark Uhre as playboy Vittorio Vidal, and Kyle Blair as Oscar, her fussy, purity-obsessed suitor. Their comic conundrums seem comfortingly real.
True to form, after an array of comic silliness, Simon leads us to that emotionally-fraught moment where truth is revealed. Charity fears telling her new boyfriend, Oscar, that she has hoodwinked him and cannot stand it any longer. She must confess. Little does she realize he already knows the truth: she doesn't work in a bank. She works in a dance hall.
For a time, at least, Oscar says it doesn't matter because Charity makes him feel alive. It's what love's all about. For all the characters' lack of dimension, these are moving moments and we're right up there with them sharing in their triumph over petty human foibles. While it may not last, Sweet Charity has her moment of truth, and so do we.
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Sweet Charity runs at the Shaw Festival until Saturday, October 31, 2015.
Performances at the Festival Theatre, Niagara on-the-Lake.
Directed by Morris Panych, with music by Cy Coleman, lyrics by Dorothy Fields.
Based on the book by Neil Simon.
Starring Julie Martell, Mark Uhre, Kyle Blair.
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WHEN HEARING IS BELIEVING
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Labels: Arnold Schonberg, Bela Bartok, Bluebeard's Castle, Canadian Opera Company, Dan Relyea, Ekaterina Gubanova, Erwartung, Johannes Debus, Krsztina Szabo, Robert Lepage
BY KEITH GAREBIAN -- STAGE AND PAGE
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Labels: Bradford Fairfax, Canadian authors, Canadian Literature, Dan Sharp, gay Canadian writers, gay fiction, gay mystery, GayLit, mystery series
THE JADE BUTTERFLY
Introducing volume three in my Lambda-Award winning Dan Sharp mysteries, from Dundurn Books. I hope you pick up a copy or four from your fave independent bookstore. Please ask for it whenever you are in your local library, as well. Every little bit helps promote a starving writer. (Not too proud to ask!)
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Labels: Canadian Literature, Dan Sharp, gay mystery, Jade Butterly, Lambda Award winner, literary-noir writing, Tiananmen Square
ART AS THERAPY
Everyday life can make it hard enough to maintain your balance without the violence that obliterates the silence and solitude. Despite the way-below-freezing temperatures Wednesday, I found it impossible to stay inside after hearing of the Charlie Hebdo murders. My mind felt like a boom box in an echo chamber, replaying the news events over and over till I had to escape. To me, it wasn't much different than if I or another LBGT author had been targeted for the contents of our books. To shake off the thoughts, I knew it would be better to be surrounded by people, even if I didn't know them. What better choice, then, than to go to a public place that celebrates freedom of expression, freedom of choice and freedom of ideas? As luck would have it, the Art Gallery of Ontario was presenting a show called Art As Therapy. It was made to measure.
Stage One: leaving the house at minus-18 celsius and dropping.
Stage Three: choosing your favourite artists. Van Gogh always tops my list (A woman with a spade, seen from behind.)
I also love Lawren S Harris (Old Houses, Toronto, Winter)
Claude Monet (Charing Cross Bridge, Fog)
More Lawren S Harris (Autumn Forest with Glaciated Bedrock, Georgian Bay)
And Paul-Emile Borduas (3+3+2)
I hope it's not for our wars that we'll be remembered, but for our art.
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