Ballet performs Anna Karenina to music by Tchaikovsky
Montreal’s Place des Arts 15-18 April
Anna Karenina the greatest novel ever
and Nabokov declared it “flawless.” Faulkner described it as “the best ever
written.” Hemingway, Woolf, Proust, Joyce, Mann, and countless others learned
large parts of their craft from it. In 2007, Time magazine published a poll of 125 big-name authors—from Norman
Mailer to David Foster Wallace—which placed Tolstoy’s epic tale of outlaw passion
and self-destruction at Number One in a list of “The Top Ten Books of All
stage, film, television, radio, opera, dance, and other adaptions of Anna Karenina have swelled consciousness
for more than 100 years; a 2012 film version starred Keira Knightley
and Jude Law. And now over four nights and one afternoon in mid-April 2015, St.
Petersburg's Eifman Ballet will perform their 2005 version of Anna Karenina in Montreal.
Boris Eifman isn’t celebrated for his subtlety. Some see too much yang and not enough yin in his work, and compare him unfavourably to George Balanchine. But can't we just enjoy extreme emotions belted out with staggering energy and technical virtuosity? Every artist works differently. It is our duty to watch carefully. We mustn’t always reflexively and harshly judge every new work against the masterpieces of the past.
Anna Karenina, Eifman eschews subplots
and focuses on the trichotomy of Anna, her tedious bureaucrat husband Karenin,
and her dashing cavalry officer lover Vronsky. He keeps most of Tolstoy’s key
themes and obsessions intact. What is this thing called life, then? What is our
duty to society, marriage, children, family? Can we be happy? Eifman hears the echoes
of these questions, and creates rituals with their reverberations. For him, dance
is not an imitation of reality. It penetrates the very core of reality. It
seizes on the roiling sea that is the subconscious, incantatory, sometimes
terrifying and magical world that lives inside us. We intuit that somewhere
inside us lives the true, natural world, a world not subject to society’s
artifice. But we also know that society’s artifice is crucial to our very
the death train coming.
It comes, and Anna throws
under its carriage, for love.
passion condemns her to the life of an outcast. She cannot find happiness in
her travels, in her husband’s rich estate, or in the habitual amusements of the
society in which she lives. In the rapture of love, she strives toward the
selfhood and inner peace that love cannot by itself endow. Even in her exalted
state, she cannot find an unwavering self or an untroubled peace. How can she then
experience the flames of love, outside her disappointing 19th century icebox
marriage, except by melting into a dangerous passion?
a high society ball in Moscow (where Anna and Vronsky fall in love); at a racetrack
in St. Petersburg (where a reckless Vronsky breaks his horse’s back); during a carnival
assembly in Venice (where sinister masks glisten in the mist); we see
hypocrisy, jealousy, faith, fidelity, and carnality sway, leap, twirl, dart,
and pirouette. We eye bodies rivering in desire, longing, consummation, and
torment. We observe Anna’s fluid thoughts and free associations tumble out in a
stream of consciousness made of ardent signals, gestures of anxiety and, finally,
a desperate lust for oblivion. We delight in the intricate patterns that all these
bodies create; we delight, and we squirm. In inchoate rage, Karenin rapes his wife.
In bitter betrayal, Vronsky destroys the Orthodox Church of Anna’s mind, like a
bomb dropping on St. Petersburg’s exquisite Smolny Cathedral.
is a master at creating effective visual equivalents of emotional states: a
serenity of swans now promises bliss; a murder of crows now menaces it. Below
an ominous bridge, intermittently lit up by lightning obscured by fog, a
turmoil of dancers pulses and churns like the contents of Anna’s psyche. We
hear the deathtrain coming. It comes, and Anna throws herself under its
carriage, for love.
music is a mélange of 14 pieces by Tchaikovsky. The stylistic and emotional
range of Russia’s greatest composer orbits and sweeps the dancers through the Mozartian charm of his Serenade for
Strings, the foreboding of Roméo et
Juliette, and the devastation of the Pathétique.
Eifman founded his now nearly 60-dancer company in 1977. Though grounded in the
300-year-old tradition of Russian classical ballet, he achieved an early
reputation as a “choreographic dissident.” In the teeth of the Soviet dance apparatchiks, he fused expressionist
theatricality and a contemporary intellectual and psychological outlook into
the received language of ballet. In his new dialect, emotion prisms through
strikingly sharp and precise patterns and impulses that disrupt the fluid lines
of tradition. His is an audacious individual reformation of classical rigour
for our time. It marries modern showmanship with a traditional sophistication that
traces back to the court of Peter the Great.
has created more than 40 dances in his St. Petersburg choreographic laboratory,
a perpetual motion machine for one maestro's vision.
is a very special art form that allows us to delve into the subconscious and
the heart of psychological drama,” says Eifman. “Anna Karenina allows us not only to go deep into the heroine’s
psyche, but also to fully understand her psychoerotic essence.
is more important: to preserve the widely accepted illusion of harmony between
duty and emotion, or to allow true passion to take over? These questions beleaguered
Tolstoy, and they are still inescapable today. Yet there are no answers. There
is only the unquenchable thirst for understanding, either in life or in death.”
Eifman Ballet performs Anna Karenina
, April 15-17 at 8 pm and April 18 at 2 pm and 8 pm in Salle Wilfrid-Pelletier of Place
des Arts, Montreal. Presented by Les Grands Ballets Canadiens. Tickets: $62-$124.
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