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In this impassioned and persuasive book, Bill Ivey, the former chairman of the National Endowment for the Arts, assesses the current state of the arts in America and finds cause for alarm. Even as he celebrates our ever-emerging culture and the way it enriches our lives here at home while spreading the dream of democracy around the world, he points to a looming crisis. The expanding footprint of copyright, an unconstrained arts industry marketplace, and a government unwilling to engage culture as a serious arena for public policy have come together to undermine art, artistry, and cultural heritage--the expressive life of America. In eight succinct chapters, Ivey blends personal and professional memoir, policy analysis, and deeply held convictions to explore and define a coordinated vision for art, culture, and expression in American life. No se han encontrado descripciones de biblioteca. |
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However, I found many things to disagree with in this book, and I found a few things downright offensive. Ivey takes shortcomings of some of the largest, most arrogant arts institutions in the country and attributes them to the entire field in a way which to me suggests a profound ignorance of the variety and vitality of some really amazing work being done all across the country by orchestras and other arts institutions in cities small medium and large.
Ivey has insightful things to say about some of the recent changes in both copyright laws (and the interpretation thereof) and radio station ownership rules, changes which have benefited large corporations and arguably damaged artists, teachers, and consumers in ways that were not even considered at the time. He has an obvious agenda of wresting control of historic master recordings away from the vaults of multinational conglomerates, arguing that short term profit minded companies undervalue these important parts of our collective heritage. I’ll grant him that there is plenty of evidence that the free market has a hard time measuring “quality” in the arts: today’s hits may well be consigned to the garbage bin of tomorrow, and works that are widely ignored today may someday be acknowledged the masterworks of our time. But that doesn’t really mean that every incidence of artistic endeavor by every artistically inclined person needs to be captured for posterity.
Ivey reserves some of his most biting commentary for the orchestra field, saying things like “Sure, plenty of classical music gets made, but, as even insiders acknowledge, nobody seems to care.” In his world, Classical music’s sole redeeming quality is that it “encourages deep contemplation, a state more difficult to achieve in rock, blues or hip-hop.” Ultimately, Ivey seems to believe that all those people in all those cities all across America who’ve worked so hard to create orchestras to serve their communities have misdirected their efforts: “Let’s encourage 25 or 30 symphony orchestras to maintain and present the finest and most demanding classical repertory; the remaining 550 can do something else—perform works by composers in the state university music school, or commission pieces memorializing landmark community events.” This bizarre conclusion brings to mind the image of “Seinfeld’s” famous “Soup Nazi.” Only in my vision it was Bill Ivey, standing at the head of a long line of people from cities small and large (including, one can only assume, the entire citizenry of my new home state of Alabama), saying “No Tchaikovsky for you!” to all but a very few. In a book that purports to link democracy and a healthy cultural landscape, this left me seriously scratching my head. ( )