| Rothman wonders that Smiley, an accomplished hymnodist, cannot hear in Essella's music an extraordinarily powerful fusion of tribal and western music. Yes, she is liminal, exactly the source of her great beauty. The Teatro, on the other hand, has no authenticity of vitally fused native and western. |
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Here’s not a dream of sundered tablets, father, but a living nightmare of exploitation. Teatro Amazonas. Rhinemaidens served by Youra, Goddess of the River. Sing us a saving psalm, father. What time ye hear cornet, flute, harp, sackbut, psaltery, and dulcimer, fall down and worship. Only for Essella it’s gourd, skin, pipe, and the very breast itself. Have you no ear for salvation? |