vip in the city

Machiavelli at the ArcLight

Instead of dinner, SYB went in for pre-theater tea at Alice’s Tea Cup. Since first discovering this place a couple of years ago – thanks, NL – it’s become my go-to place for when I’m craving a warm scone, or soothing pot of tea in the neighborhood. As SYB noted in the past, though, the estrogen runs thick in the air inside this quaint little shop/restaurant. It’s girly and dainty, but laced with an undercurrent of the bizarre that’s injected into the children’s story from which it draws its inspiration.

As a young girl, I found Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland — the Lewis Carroll original, not the Disneyfied rendering — quite perplexing, and a little scary. Check out the text with the original Sir John Tenniel illustrations via Project Gutenberg.

We stepped inside and were immediately greeted with the warm smells of sugar and spice and everything nice. We ordered the “Mad Hatter” for two: a three-tiered tray piled with smoked salmon and lapsang souchong-smoked chicken tea sandwiches, three scones, chai-spiced creme brulee and assorted fresh-baked cookies. From the extensive tea menu we each selected a pot: Indian chai and “Wedding chai” — both of which were highly aromatic, and brewed with milk and honey.

The food and drink was served in quaint mismatched china dishware with pastel flowers painted along the gilted edges.

And oh yes, the wonderful scones — my favorite in the city — dense and warm, accompanied by a ramekin of fresh cream and sweet berry preserves. The chocolate-strawberry scone was chock full of sweet, melted chunks; the pumpkin, glazed moist.

CS slipped in to join us toward the end of the tea service, finishing off the cookies and the vanilla-cinnamon scone. From Alice’s it was a short walk to the ArcLight Theatre, where we were meeting SC and JG for tonight’s play, Richard Vetere’s Machiavelli.

The 99-seat theater is located on the lower level of the 1887 Blessed Sacrament Roman Catholic Church on 71st Street between Broadway and Columbus Avenues, and modeled on the 14th century French Gothic Sainte-Chapelle in Paris.

The title refers, of course, to Niccolò di Bernardo dei Machiavelli, the 16th century political philosopher. Playwright Vetere offers a sympathetic portrayal of the man most closely associated with the phrase “the ends justify the means,” suggesting instead that Machiavelli may have been a product of his turbulent times, adapting his stated views to survive the rotating regimes of the Medici empire. Machiavelli, incidentally, never penned those famous words – the phrase is an arguably misleading oversimplification of the tenets expressed in The Prince.

Machiavelli wrote his seminal work in late 1513 (through it was only formally published posthumously in 1532) furthering the notion that power is independent of morality, and that authority and leadership are independent of virtue.

In his most famous passage:

Upon this a question arises: whether it be better to be loved than feared or feared than loved? It may be answered that one should wish to be both, but, because it is difficult to unite them in one person, is much safer to be feared than loved, when, of the two, either must be dispensed with. Because this is to be asserted in general of men, that they are ungrateful, fickle, false, cowardly, covetous, and as long as you succeed they are yours entirely.

Relatively little is known about Machiavelli’s early life compared to the other important figures of the Italian Renaissance, leaving the events open for liberal interpretation. The play’s action opens in a Florentine prison, where Machiavelli is being tortured under suspicion of conspiracy against Giuliano de Medici. Machiavelli’s quick thinking enable him to escape these circumstances, launching a pattern where adaptability becomes the key to his and his family’s survival. By focusing the action on Machiavelli’s home life — his relationship with his devoted wife, Marietta, and his daughter Baccina — rather than his political maneuverings, Vetere’s comedic portrait offers a somewhat more sympathetic treatment of the infamous man.

The acting was solid — I most enjoyed the interactions between Machiavelli (James Wetzel) and his fiesty wife, Marietta (Liza Vann). And our group was particularly interested to see Giuliano’s nephew Lorenzo, as portrayed by Jason Howard, whom CS met at the bus stop a few weeks ago. Howard is presumably less twitchy, prone to violent rages and boil-y in real life.

The play’s weakest parts were the narrative interludes as delivered by Alfonso (Lex Woutas) to introduce, break and conclude the performance. The rhyming couplets of his soliloquies didn’t quite scan — or rhyme: “reptilian”/”Machiavellian”? — but the writing wasn’t the fault of the actor, and all things considered, Woutas did a reasonably good job in the thankless task.

Afterwards, the five of us commiserated on the rainy street outside, and discussed plans for upcoming holidays parties, while offering directions to the occasional European stranger.