Eden? Inferno? IDK! I’ll just flip a coin.

Heads – Eden

Tails – Inferno

Merry Sunday to you all! And no I did not actually flip a coin for this question but I was hoping it would attract your attention. ^_^ This question is difficult because I don’t think New York, or at least my New York, can be characterized as an Eden or inferno, good or bad, black or white, etc. My New York is gray. It’s a blend of both sides of the coin. It exhibits both the good and the bad. But that’s why I love it. It makes the city human-like.

Last year at this time I was scurrying around working on all those daunting college applications. Maybe it was the fact that we lived in a small Long Island town, but for some reason my friends were obsessed with getting out of here and I mean like going to Michigan, Tennessee, Georgia, California, etc. But I couldn’t imagine leaving New York. It always has, always will be my home. There is a certain magic about New York. It’s ability to amaze you every time you walk through her streets. It’s no joke, go to the same area of Manhattan or any borough every week and I guarantee you will see something different.

There was a piece we read in our English class earlier this semester by E.B. White called, “Here is New York” where he says, “To a New Yorker the city is both changeless and changing.” This line is so true and so beautiful because in my opinion White epitomizes the very essence of New York. As the seasons, times, people, etc. change so does New York. Times Square for instance is living proof of this. But at the heart of New York, the ideas that found it, its cultures, beliefs, etc. these will never change.

Earlier I said the city is human. In all of us is the potential to do amazing things, the potential to do good. Yet at the same time there is that little “devil” within all of us, the voice of our temptations, the source of our impulses. New York is the same way. We’ve seen the amazing things New York is capable of; unfortunately there are the other elements that make it an inferno. Such as the busy hustling, the insensitivity, the anarchy, etc.

I’ve spent my entire life here and I plan to spend the rest of it here too. I think Zohar was right on the dot in her point of taking a break, sometimes you do need to take a break and let the fires settle so New York can be your Eden again. That’s a reason why I love Long Island; it offers a sort of escape and solitude when things get out of control.

I still stand firm on my belief that New York is a blend of the two rather than one or the other. However, if I was forced to pick between the two…I would say New York is more of my Eden. There is a magic and beauty here that one can seldom find elsewhere.

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Times Square Can’t Shine as Bright as My Eden, but the Flames of the Inferno May Dull It Down

Some folks like to get away,

Take a holiday from the neighborhood.

Hop a flight to Miami Beach or to Hollywood

But I’m takin’ a Greyhound on the Hudson River line.

I’m in a New York state of mind.

-Billy Joel

 

New York enchants me.  Yet it ticks me the heck off.  Living here is something no one would understand unless he were here. New York isn’t any one movie we watched in class, or any one play we read.  It is a conglomerate of the experiences we have and share here, something that is unique to each individual.  And here’s mine.

I’ve spent the majority of my last 12 years of life in New York City–the five boroughs of it, not just Manhattan–and I can honestly say that I see something new of it at least every week, if not every day.  That’s what I find amazing and beautiful about it, that there’s just so much you can see, hear, smell, do, and you still would not have experienced it all.  In a way, I still walk around like a tourist, taking pictures and doing “tourist-y” things like walking around Central Park and going to Times Square, because after so many years, this city still enchants me.  There’s just something romantic and captivating about walking around Manhattan at night, about standing on an NYC rooftop and watching the sun set.  I can’t explain that magic in words, it’s just something you have to experience.  An Eden on planet Earth.

But it’s just so hard to be here.  You can try your hardest to get used to living here, but nothing, nothing, makes the feeling of missing your family go away.  I try not to think about it because the more I do, the sadder I get.  But when it comes down to it, my highest priority in life is my family, and living without them has tinted my New York City experience: it makes it hard to love New York as much as I want to.  I envy my little cousins in Israel who are best friends because they have grown up together since birth, and wish I could be a part of that.  And a message to all: never, ever, take visiting your grandparents for granted, because to some it is such a limited opportunity.

New York City is the inferno that’s been holding me back from that, my family bonding.  But then again, is it NYC’s fault?  If I had been living in a different city in the U.S. would I still feel the same? Perhaps.  How about another city in the world? Could be.  But to me that’s irrelevant, because the fact is that I’m here.

Otherwise, New York is an inferno of a commute.  You want a car?  Pay for parking…everywhere–and double anything you’d pay anywhere.  Miss your meter by a minute?  Ticket.  Highway?  Traffic.  Service road?  Traffic.  Perhaps I should take public transportation?  Leave your house an hour early, bus only shows up a half hour later.  Wait for the train, and be told belatedly that it isn’t running and you should take the alternative (the one that’s twice as long of course).  Does New York City care that you have your first Arts in NYC class and that your professor requested that you be in class on time? Nope.  Does NYC care that your friend’s been waiting for you an hour at the Met already? Nope.  Isn’t it nice to have NYC commute to blame for it all?  Sure. Does it change the fact that you’re in an inferno of a commute?  Sure as heck, nope.

So New York is an appealing place for me to be living–there’s just so much that I want to take in, and I never feel that I’m lacking in things to take in.  But it’s hard, and there are few people who can or will disagree with that.  But hey, nobody said life would be easy.  I just try to remember to take it easy, and to take it slow when I need to, even when the city is telling me otherwise.  And when the going gets too tough, I escape.  Escape the inferno enough to be able to calm down, and come back and see New York as my Eden again.  Boston at night on a building rooftop with people you love, the Charles River water flowing through, it’s enough.  Just take that deep breath, relax, and finally be able to come back to New York and see it as my Eden again.

View of the Charles River, Boston. Fall 2011

 

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I’m Sorry, But It’s the Truth, My Truth.

I have asked myself this question for more than five years. Five years ago, I definitely said New York City is my inferno. I don’t remember how many times I have cried at night before sleeping because I thought my life in here was a nightmare. When I was lying on my bed and thought about my hometown, my tears just began to drop involuntarily. Nostalgia was one cause, but there are reasons. Life is always full of changes, but I didn’t expect such large differences between the two places. Although I wasn’t rich in China, at least I had a more decent living condition than I did in New York City. I don’t know whether I am justified in having so much comparison between the two places, but that always happened when people have lived in more than one region. Perhaps people may wonder why I would even come to America if I had a decent life in my hometown. Again, this answer may not be justified, but that is my only answer—I didn’t have any control over this issue, just like I didn’t have control over who my parents are. I may be able choose where to go when I finish undergraduate school, at least for the past and present time, I had no choice.

Life is tougher for my parents. That was the reason my mother always said, “I come here because of you.” While I really sympathized with her, I never agreed on this matter. I know that my parents have given up a lot to come to America, but my life didn’t become any better either. She always says that my future will be better in America, but who knows what will happen in the future. Just look at today’s economy, and see how depressing it is.

What exactly are so bad about New York City? Just like other places, if people are poor, they can hardly survive. Being poor is not a sin, but people simply cannot live in poverty. This is true in any place. Therefore, I began to ask myself what the American dream really is. Is it only a representation of wealth and money? At least I don’t agree. There are too many stories about people who are well educated come to America and look for jobs that are incompetent with their educational levels. Are they satisfied with their lives? Some of them may yes, but most of them would say no. Money is not omnipotent. It cannot exchange for reputation. It cannot be the substitutes for the achievements people are pursuing. I finally figured out that the American dream is not special at all. It is just that people’s expectations are too high. It was true that America was very prosperous in the old days, and many people had changed their lives through hard work, but these days don’t exist anymore, at least not in 2011.

My opinion towards New York City becomes better after I went to college. College is a pleasant experience because I can experience the beauty of New York City. To be honest, I have never been to any performances in New York City before attending college. This was the reason I was so excited about every performance that I went with class. I cannot say I like every performance, but the experiences were very enjoyable. I can never forget how many people I have asked to get to the Cherry Lane Theater the first time I went to the Greenwich Village. I can never forget the glamour of the Metropolitan Opera House as well as the entire Lincoln Center. The arts in the city are really attractive to me. I also want to thank New York City because it teaches me a lot. It provides me with so many educational opportunities, so I can finish my high school and college educations without worries. It helps me to understand the importance of education after having so many nightmarish experiences. (Although it’s a digression, I still want to write this down. I finally understand why young people were fighting for colleges after the Cultural Revolution in China. It is a turning point of one’s life without any doubt.) I can now choose a field that I think can best change my life. Although it may not be the field that I like the most, it is the one that is the most beneficial to me. (It is sad to love something that you shouldn’t love.) I believe in my choice and myself.

New York City is a shining star on earth. Yet to me, it is just the same as the other cities, or maybe worse. People cannot experience its difficulty if they are not in it. New York City would never be my Eden, but it would not be my inferno either. After all, I have spent my most crucial time in this city. It is the most important place for my education. It shapes my future, and I cannot deny its influence on me.

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Eden? Maybe. Inferno? Maybe.

Um, well, this is a difficult question.  I’m not too sure.  My image of an Eden is somewhere that is flawless, preferably white, clean, and meeting my every need.  It is a heaven where all feelings of pleasure and comfort are met.  My image of an Inferno is a torturous, painful place full of discomfort and agony.  In terms of these definitions, New York City is neither of these yet it is both.

NYC is far from heavenly, to say the least.  It is not perfect, but neither is anywhere else.  It certainly has flaws and thrives to play on my nerves, but in terms of my needs, it certainly meets them.  I have not looked for something and have not found it in NY.  Transportation is of the upmost ease, with many means of which to travel, food can be found in a variety of price ranges, and entertainment is as simple as walking through the streets. New York has everything; great sources of education, many creative opportunities, as well as many social advantages.  The entire world gathers here; this diversity allows for uniqueness and yet lets me fit in at the same time.

Is it my inferno? I don’t think that it is, though I cannot say that it is not. New York can be so frustrating to the point of absolute disgust.  The subway stations are the farthest from clean as it can get.  Now, I’m no germophobe, but sometimes it can get ridiculous. And the crowds! Don’t get me started on the pressing throngs that can suffocate you to no end.  I despise the 6 train during rush hour for that reason.  And the audacity of some of the riders, thinking I’m absolutely vile because I so much as bumped into them or because I can’t make room for them simply because there is no room.

The endless construction that is now a permanent part of the image of NY manages to sadden me further as I think of this city as a place to eventually settle.  Always the constant change, an upgrade to what’s better.  It has become a permanent mentality; we always want what is bigger, better, more expensive, never mind that what we have may be perfectly fine.  New York is never satisfied with itself, always needing to change and reconstruct as if to impress someone.  What are you, a teenage girl?

Though I have a lot of negative remarks about the ways of our city, I’m not ready to bolt any chance I get.  I could see myself settling here and beginning a family; it is not an unpleasant thought.  Yes, leaving is also a large possibility, as I want to travel outside the bubble that we tend to build around us.  I guess NYC, to me, is a cross between the two, a sort of neutral ground, earth (since earth is between heaven and hell). It is my home base, somewhere I can leave and return to, but not anywhere that I can completely reject or completely embrace.

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Eden and New York? Yep…definitely synonymous :D

Que pasa, amigos? Today I want to discuss with all of you why I consider New York to be my “Eden.” I resided in New York all my life and ever since have grown deeply attached to it. What I enjoy the most about New York is its diversity and breadth of talent. It truly astonishes me when I see people from so many different backgrounds and individuals that possess such fantastically unique skills. For instance, I remember when I went to Carnegie Hall for a school trip and the mellifluous sounds of musicians playing their instruments were angelic. Each note was so perfect, yet so soothing to listen to. Furthermore, observing people from so many distinct regions was scintillating. I felt that it gave me an opportunity to learn more about their cultures and beliefs. I do not regret once living in New York and always felt at home here. I say this because of the wonderful education available here, the myriad of places to visit, and the innumerable activities to participate in. For the most part, most people I have met while living in New York are amiable and enjoyable to converse with.

Moreover, I consider New York as a sanctuary because I was always at peace here and never went through any difficult circumstances. My family settled in New York with ease and they possessed the same intentions most immigrants had to live here: opportunity. I definitely agree with the fact that New York is a place of opportunity. In my case, I have been exposed to many research and internship programs, which I tried out for successfully and participated in volunteering. In addition, the breathtaking view of the city always makes me happy to know that I live in such a wonderful place. I remember when my family and I took the seemingly everlasting elevator expedition to the zenith of the Empire State Building. My goodness, what a spectacular sight! Also, I had the chance to traverse the Intrepid, which was a very exciting experience. The high-tech airplanes, submarines, and jets aboard the Intrepid were amazing. In New York, I always had something to occupy my time, whether it was hanging out with friends, visiting the park, traveling to the city, or just enjoying the pleasant atmosphere of my neighborhood.

Maybe the reason why I am so attached to New York is I have been living here all my life and have adjusted to its way of life well. I have traveled to many other states, such as Pennsylvania, Connecticut, and Maryland but none seem to display the grandeur New York contains. The beautiful skyscrapers, various shopping malls, parades and diversity all define New York. I simply cannot imagine living somewhere else besides New York. Of course life can be rough here for some people, but with the experiences I have underwent with my family, no grievances are made. I also feel more comfortable living here because most of my family from India immigrated to New York, as well. Thus, I have the chance to visit my family relatives often and spend time with them. I remember my mom telling me how in India there was a lack of diversity and that people were often burdened with a plethora of restrictions. However, over here I have the chance to meet new people daily and can be my own independent self.

Essentially, my experience in New York has been a positive one and I am really glad to be living here. I’m just happy I have a gem of a family and that nothing can make me happier than living with them here in this splendid region. With the many opportunities New York has to offer, I’ll be sure to take advantage of them and become a successful person. New York is my haven and I hope to live here for as long as possible. When I think of home, I think of New York. Now that Thanksgiving is imminent, I can say with much assurance that I am thankful to be in New York! 😀

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At Least We Got To Dress Up…

I’ll be completely honest with you. I did not enjoy the opera. At all. I know that may seem like a pretty terrible thing to say. There are probably tons of people out there dying to watch an opera but don’t have the opportunity to. But throughout the entire show (does it really have to be so long?), I was unable to connect with the plot. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that we were sitting miles away from the stage. It was difficult for me to distinguish the characters from one another, especially the males, since their costumes seemed pretty similar.

This was my first time attending an opera. I was under the impression that operas consisted of an incredibly talented singer in a shimmering golden evening gown standing there for three hours straight, singing in a foreign language. I had no idea it was going to be in a form of a play! Although I wasn’t able to completely understand what was going on, I’m glad this opera played out in an actual story. It was definitely more interesting than watching just one person sing.

From reading the subtitles, I was able to somewhat understand the plot of the opera. A few aspects of the storyline frustrated me. Don Giovanni somehow always manages to be able to escape from his pursuers! And why are the women in the opera so naïve? I admit, after the first act, I was dozing off a little bit. But I’ve learned that nothing wakes you up like several billowing towers of blazing fire rising from the stage. I think I can still feel its heat on my face.

Other than the extremely awesome fire scene, I also really liked the setting of the stage. There was a particular scene where the characters were dancing. The background had a gorgeous red and gold theme, which really captured my attention. Although I wasn’t really able to see the costumes they were wearing, I specifically thought the black dress was incredibly beautiful.

The music was of course, phenomenal. It may not be something I would put into my iPod, but the orchestra really did a tremendous job accompanying the singers. The range of the singers’ voices is unbelievable. I remember hearing people around me gasp when one of the female characters hit an insanely high note. I was in awe as well.

I don’t think the opera was successful in appealing to a younger audience. It takes a lot of patience and maturity to sit through such a long show and actually appreciate the form of art. Most teenagers like us would have a difficult time trying to connect with the meaning of the story and the type of music. Opera is a very classy and sophisticated form of art, but it is definitely not intended for a younger audience.

I think the opera adds to the fantasy of New York City. At a few hundred dollars a ticket (the ones close to the stage), the opera was designed for the extremely wealthy people. Attending an opera is an extreme luxury and not something everyone can experience. Upon arriving, I thought the theater was absolutely breathtaking. The chandeliers and red carpets on the grand staircases really added to the extravagance of it all. Overall, I did not really enjoy the opera, but I am very grateful I was given the opportunity to experience something as grand as this. And of course, it was very fun to spend time with my classmates again. We all looked pretty spiffy that night, didn’t we!

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The Phaaaaaaaaaatom of the Opera is inside my mind…

What do I know about opera? “The Phaaaaaaaaaaaaatom of the Opera is inside my mind….” That is all I know about opera. I have absolutely no idea where I heard this from nor do I know what it is talking about but I do know that it has the word “Opera” in it. As you can see, I have no knowledge of opera whatsoever but that’s ok… now let’s get to Don Giovanni

Every time I go into a performance, I am always excited and ready to experience something new, something that I’ve never seen before, especially this time because I have never been to an opera before and I’ve heard so much about this specific opera. I would be able to dress nice and finally immerse myself into the wonderful world of opera! With all this excitement about viewing my first ever opera, came utter disappointment.

Don Giovanni simply was not appealing at all to me. First, let me start off by talking about the set, one of the few parts of the opera that I did appreciate. I thought that the idea of the set being accommodated to be transformed into multiple different settings was clever and that it added another dimension to the play. In the opening scene, where we saw Leporello sitting down on the front steps next to Donna Anna’s house, I thought, “Wow, this set is really small,” but later on, the set opened up into a party scene with everybody dancing which showed its versatility.

The only other part of the play that I appreciated of the opera was the music. There was a constant flow of music playing throughout the whole opera which did make it more enjoyable and did add to the overall experience. It was actually soothing to hear the music and did really help me almost go to sleep during the second act until the fire ignited out of nowhere. The singing of the people were also fantastic even though I didn’t really understand a word they were saying. I actually thought that the singing was actually pre-recorded and that the actors were just acting to the music. It wasn’t until intermission was I told that the actors are really singing as they are acting which made me appreciate their efforts a lot more.

Next up on the list, the costumes. Since we were sitting sooo far away, I couldn’t really tell who was talking at any given time, what the actors looked like, and who wearing what, but it seemed to me that some of them were wearing ragged old clothing which befuddled me.

So what did I think of the actual Opera? This is where it all goes downhill… I thought that the opera was really, really, really boring. The plot lacked substance, as it was just about this one guy who goes around fiddling with many different women from many different counties–especially the ones from Spain. One major downfall of the opera, for me would be the fact that it was in Italian, a language which I have no proficiency in and is completely foreign to me. I was in a three-way battle, the battle between reading the words, having the time to look at the opera while reading the translations, and falling asleep. In the end, it was a draw between reading and watching while reading, as I did not completely fall asleep. I didn’t really come out with anything after viewing Don Giovanni, other than “The flames were cool.”

Do I think the performance was successful in appealing to a younger audience? Absolutely not. I mean, which teenager really wants to go to the opera to watch a bunch of people singing in a foreign language repeating their lines multiple times… definitely not me. That wasn’t the only turnoff, it was also the plot which made it boring because it simply wasn’t relevant to us. The opera took place in the 1700’s with people who have completely different problems to us.

Pertaining to the question of the experience of Don Giovanni, as a fantasy or nightmare, I’m a little ambivalent. I would say that it was a nightmare in a sense that I direly wanted to get out of the opera as soon as it ended and a fantasy in the sense that I got to see all these rich people in there natural habitats, the metropolitan opera house. During intermission, is when all these people came out and I saw the fantasy side of New York.

All in all, even though I despised the opera, I would say that it was a positive experience for me since I got to experience what opera is like. If there was a record for the most amount of performances, events, or exhibitions disliked, I probably would have broken that record but hopefully, the next event is better.

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Nightmare at the Opera

With all the sex, sadism, deceit, revenge, and messengers from Hell, it’s easy to forget that Don Giovanni was intended for a younger audience. Obviously, all the kids these days are committing sins and seem to forget if they continue their devious acts they will face dire consequences. In this particular situation, you will be taken to the depths of Hell where you live an eternity being tortured at the hands of the Devil. Despite the evil message, from what I heard from most of my fellow students, except for Ashley of course, the creator’s efforts to make Don Giovanni appealing to a younger audience were unsuccessful.

Having seen operas in the past, I have discovered that one either loves the opera or hates it. Unfortunately, I am not an opera lover. I’m not very fond of the fact that I usually need binoculars just to see the performance, need subtitles to understand the dialogue, and that all the refreshments are overpriced. The only positive note was that bathrooms had toilets that you could flush with a pedal–pure genius. But more importantly, these factors put in the position to perceive the show with a negative attitude that did not fair well in the overall criticism of the performance.

The plot of Don Giovanni was actually quite interesting, but the seemingly endless duration of the performance made it difficult enjoy. Surprisingly, I was one of the few students to not fall asleep or die of boredom during the show. The misadventures of Don Giovanni and his servant Leporello made a great story, but the necessity to repeat every line a hundred times due the structure of the opera made the performance much longer than it needed to be. Honestly, if Don Giovanni was done as a play instead of an opera and was cut down my about two hours, it would have been a much more enjoyable experience for everyone.

Despite my hatred for the opera, the singers and the orchestra blew my mind. Although the constant singing got on my nerves, I was highly impressed by the performers’ ability to sing at such volume as to make themselves audible throughout a theater the size of a baseball stadium without a microphone! Also the music, written by the famous Mozart, underscoring Don Giovanni was phenomenal. The orchestra was always able to capture the intensity of each scene placing the audience in the perfect mood at every moment. Yet this doesn’t make Don Giovanni distinct. Every opera I attended in the past had performers that could sing exceptionally loud and orchestras that could capture the mood at every moment so it isn’t all that special.

Although Don Giovanni was hard to watch, I found the set and costume design very interesting. Moving the same set in and out and arranging it in a different fashion as if it was a different part of the city in every scene was very clever. Also the transitions from scene to scene were smoothly done as the walls opened to a courtyard, house, or cemetery as if you were walking through an alley or doorway. Not to mention that the fire effects were probably the most memorable part of the performance as Don Giovanni was pulled into the depths of Hell. In addition to the amazing set, the costumes—or at least what I could see from the nose-bleeders—were very authentic. Even though I never lived in 18th Century Italy, the class of each character could have been easily figured out just by looking at their costumes. Instantly, I could tell the Leporello was a servant, Don Giovanni was very wealthy, etc. The Commendatore, Don Pedro, also had a very creative costume when he returned from dead as a ghost to warn Don Giovanni about the consequences of his actions. Personally, I thought the set and costumes were the highlight of the show, which isn’t saying much.

Looking back on my opera experience, I feel that the opera represents New York City in the sense that you either love it or hate it. New York City it could either be unbearable, or the city of your dreams. Contrary to the opera, I love New York City—especially after spending the weekend in Philadelphia. Also, the life of Don Giovanni reveals, similar to New York City, that living the dream life is fragile and can transform instantly into your worst nightmare. New York City is a tough city to live in and if one isn’t careful, it could be your worst nightmare.

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I Have Been Betrayed!

Don Giovanni took away my opera virginity with promises of a grand time and a spectacular night, but alas, when it was over, I, like many others, had been betrayed. Having never seen opera before Don Giovanni, I always thought I’d enjoy it because I enjoy singing and listening to orchestral music. Man, was I wrong. I love music and embrace all types, but this opera performance was so hard to endure. The whole thing was around two hours of the actors singing in Italian, repeating every other sentence for about three or four times, or more. I was not totally enthralled as I expected myself to be, however the whole experience wasn’t completely negative.

The plot of the performance was one of three aspects that kept me interested. Although it was hard to tell what was going on because of our location in the furthest back row, I was able to determine the situation through the subtitles provided to us. You had your protagonist Don Giovanni who was basically the anti-hero of the whole story, pissing everyone off until the heavens decided his life was over. The entire hunt for Don Giovanni was really hilarious. He always found a way to escape. As much as it was a funny thing, I found it to be disappointing. I was convinced that each scene where they had Don Giovanni cornered, would be the ending where he ultimately dies. Anyone who enjoyed the opera would have been happy to find out that the performance continued, but to be honest, I wanted to get out of there.

The second of the three aspects is the music. I love music. Music is everywhere, and it is awesome. The orchestra that accompanied the performance was just fantastic. Their musicians were obviously skilled, and they played their cues on point. Each scene was accompanied with music (It’s hard to imagine the opposite), and the loudness of it all was enough to keep me awake and reading the subtitles. Actually, at many points throughout the opera, I found myself ignoring the subtitles, closing my eyes, and imagining myself conducting the orchestra (As anyone around me would have noticed!). This was perhaps what I enjoyed the most about the opera. One would think I would have much to say about the opera style singing itself, but I actually didn’t find the singing to be striking. Don’t get me wrong here, the singers were phenomenal; their harmonization was superb, their sustain was impressive, and the fact that they could do this while moving around was astounding. I just really wasn’t too fond of the substance. I couldn’t connect emotionally with the singing perhaps because of certain reasons having to do with myself or perhaps because of the singers themselves. Either way, the connection just wasn’t there and I really just found myself paying more attention to the music.

The final aspect of the performance that kept me interested was the set. It’s apparent that much work had been put into designing the set. The brick house complex, reminiscent of the buildings back in Don Giovanni’s time, was really well made in terms of appearance and functionality. The set was able to morph with ease into different sets, and with the aid of the lighting and other factors I may be unaware of, it really brought out the atmosphere for the scene. Good examples of this are when the house split into two, and when the set transformed into a party scene, utilizing the use of warm colors. Along with the set, I think the costume design was pretty great. The clothes really set the characters apart and helped me identify who was who from such a far distance. It would be hard however, for me to mention specific details of certain costumes due to my bad vision and inaccessibility to binoculars.

Personally, although I can find a good amount of positives within this opera, I don’t believe that the opera showed a great appeal to a younger audience. Much of my claim comes from the feedback of my fellow peers who complained about how bored they were, and how incredibly long the performance was. Many of them, including me at one point, were either asleep, or falling asleep. This is not to say the young audience overall didn’t enjoy it. I’m sure there are a handful of my peers who would disagree with me. Still, I heard more complaints than praise that night.

With regard to New York being a fantasy or nightmare, I feel that the opera definitely fits in more with the fantasy side of New York. Up until Don Giovanni, I had always pictured viewing opera as something I’d never do unless I had a lot of money to spend. A LOT of money. I always wondered about how an actual opera was, piecing together my exposure of opera through movies and other indirect outlets. Yet, it was never quite like my experience with Don Giovanni. I always held opera in high regard as an elite art form, and it was perhaps that standard I set that had made me disappointed that night.

Don Giovanni is a well developed opera, with its interesting plot, extremely talented singers/actors, great set, and amazing orchestra. Such factors when put together create an amazingly crafted piece, however such a piece isn’t fit for my taste as well as a good amount of the younger audience. Today’s teens just aren’t entertained by the slow paced action of opera among other things. Such a claim stated, will opera be able to survive in the future when its main audience is gone? Such is an important question to be answered in time. Until then, those who enjoy opera, keep on keeping on. You have my utmost respect.

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This Entertainment Requires Effort.

I like to begin my reviews on performances by letting readers in on the opinions and preconceived notions that I take in with me. These notions obviously are not self-constructed epiphanies that I simply make up and believe. In fact, they’re opinions and reviews of my fellow peers, professors and even professionals, who have seen the show. To prevent the evils of bias, I consider the views of a group of people, and then let myself be the deciding figure. In this way, I compare my views from before and after a performance, and show how my opinion was either refuted or strengthened with the delivery of the performance as well.

Hence, let me start with letting everyone in on the impression I had of The Metropolitan Opera and Don Giovanni, before my actual experience. Taking my Professor’s experience into consideration, I expected the audience to be filled with wealthy, old snobs who carry the most belittling attitude possible. I really looked forward to the people “dripping in jewels” with glamorous outfits, however. It would be an interesting experience and sight since not only would I be a watching the opera, I’d get a glimpse of the privileged wealthy ones as well. The opera Don Giovanni itself, would be strong a sleeping pill. Students stressed how hard it was to keep their eyes open, let alone the fact that their eyes had to work extra hard by reading the subtitles and watching the opera. It would be a torture to sit through hours of a boring performance, I thought. However, there must be something to the performance that kept it ongoing and popular at the theatre, I thought. In the end, I had to go watch the opera. There was no argument on that.

To my surprise and pleasure, I really enjoyed the opera. Granted that reading the subtitles and having to watch the performance was a little difficult at times, but it was completely manageable. I knew exactly what the characters were singing about, and I looked forward to the unfolding events of the story. At times, the unnecessarily long songs and expression of emotions worked to my benefit because it gave me time to understand exactly how the character was feeling. Of course, a closer seat and look at the character’s expressions would’ve have enhanced my experience. I would’ve been able to see the pain in Donna Anna eyes, the anger in Elvira’s eyes, and the mischief in Don Giovanni’s eyes. Despite the fact, the dialogue and lyrics captured a decent amount of sentiments of the play. It was enough for the audience to understand how each character was feeling. Perhaps watching the opera from afar allowed us to focus more on the auditory aspect rather than the visual aspect of the play. It is an opera, after all. Professor Healey mentioned how operas would have fat old women singing the parts of beautiful young maidens, back in the day. At least this opera didn’t distort the image of the story. In our case, it only helped us focus on the dialogue and singing more.

The weak points of the opera were definitely the stage sets and the costume design. Although the moving buildings were cool, they didn’t fit in to the story all the time. For scenes that included a street view or the cemetery, the dark and old-fashioned architecture worked well. However, I just couldn’t process that same set being used for a village celebration or Don Giovanni’s house. Most importantly, I do not think the outside of a Commentadore’s house would look the way that it was shown. He is indeed, a wealthy high ranked official. The costumes of the characters misplaced societal statuses as well. Elvira and other girls looked equally wealthy as Donna Anna. Leporello’s costume wasn’t too different from Don Giovanni’s costume either. Maybe my distance from the stage blurred the distinction in the costume of the master and the servant, or perhaps, the costumes weren’t designed well enough to truly represent the status of each character.

At times, I found myself weird for even thinking the performance was a great experience. During the intermission, students were either complaining about how lost they were or how sleepy the performance made them. Part of these complains were rooted in the fact that we were sitting so far away from the stage. The distance took away the life of the opera, and the stage seemed more unrealistic (and even boring) than television itself.  All young opera viewers will probably be presented with such a situation because The Metropolitan Opera does not make the upfront seats affordable.  How will the young generation appreciate the art form, if its brought to them in the most diluted and uncomfortable way? The storyline, singing, and acting might be marvelous on its own, but if the audience can’t see the performance well, there is only so much that they can take from it.  Another aspect that might be unappealing to young viewers is the language barrier. Sure, the story takes place in Italy and the Italian language would be a more realistic depiction. However, this turns off young viewers. The jokes become annoying and the laughs come late, because the dialogue is read on a little screen, rather than heard with a tone. The performance can no longer be watched with relaxation, for the viewers must now read along with the performance to actually figure out what’s going on. It’s entertainment that requires effort. Young viewers are not willing to put in the effort, or won’t invest in watching the opera again because it requires effort. The best contrasting example that comes to my mind is that of Asuncion. Not only was everyone seated up close, jokes and dialogues conveyed in English made sense to youngster brains and this allowed for the story to flow as well. Hence, a young viewer will most likely be put off by different elements of the opera. I might actually be weird then, because I liked the opera regardless.

If anything, my opera experience added on to the fantasy of New York City. The Metropolitan Opera itself gave a taste of opulence, exemplified by the chandeliers and red velvet walls and floors. To add on to the atmosphere, the audience was heavily made up of wealthy people who wore their wealth on themselves (clothing and jewelry). An outsider would only take this image and mistakenly constitute it to represent all of New York City. The nightmares of the city are nowhere to be seen.

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