Eva Moorman
There are a lot of words and a lot of scenes in Eli’s Heart, but not everything I wrote
made it into the book. A writer’s conference I attended a couple of years ago
left me with this gem: sometimes you need to write it, but the reader doesn’t
need to read it. In other words, sometimes writing enriches your understanding of
a character yet isn’t necessary to move the story forward.
My sense is that the better you know your characters, the
more they will come to life for your reader. Writing about Krissy Porter’s
years on the Conservatory campus were a journey back to the past for me; and
many of the faculty members I had been fortunate enough to study with are
uncannily similar to the faculty members who made such an impression on Krissy.
One faculty member, though, who didn’t make the cut was
Krissy’s drama teacher, Eva Moorman. While she was a great character, she was
minor in Krissy’s universe as a music major. But I liked her so much I kept her
in my “drafts” folder. There are vestiges of this scene in Chapter Three, but
here’s more.
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(Krissy) was studying lines from a script, the scene from Peter
Pan where Peter and Wendy meet for the first time. She and her friend
Marilyn had persuaded their drama teacher, Eva Moorman, to let them prepare the
scene for class. Krissy and Marilyn were both voice majors, but had jumped at
the opportunity to take Acting 101 with Eva.
Eva was a disciple of Constantin Stanislavsky. Krissy had
never heard the name until she met Eva. One of the first acting exercises Eva
gave her Acting 101 students was to wash their hands and consider all the
elements involved, so that they could stand in front of the class and wash
their hands without soap or water, but the class would see the soap and
water because the actor was so believable, it would seem to be there.
When she demonstrated this, it was amazing. Eva really
seemed to be using an invisible bar of soap. Krissy was convinced she could see
the suds dripping off Eva’s hands. She could almost feel the water, because Eva
was so obviously feeling it. Krissy washed her hands over and over, and tried
hard to feel the soap and water without actually using them.
She failed miserably, thereby living up to Eva’s
expectations.
The scene from Peter Pan was one that Krissy and
Marilyn hoped would be included in a public performance of scenes by acting
students. They agreed it would probably be a cold day in hell before Eva would
let them perform it in front of an audience, but they both loved the play and
enjoyed working on it, regardless.
On this particularly beautiful October day, Krissy was practicing
the scene by herself, making a great effort to not sound too much like a hick
playing David Barrie’s Wendy. Eva had said to Krissy and Marilyn. “Whatever you
do, do not attempt an English accent.” She weighted every word when she
said it, as if she were speaking in italics with a period between each word. Of
course, Krissy immediately decided she’d have to try it, but certainly not
anywhere in earshot of Eva.
Krissy stretched, closed her script, and stood to walk to
West Hall for her drama class. Leaves crunched under her feet as she walked,
and she smiled at the sound as she looked up at the clear blue sky overhead.
She was eighteen years old, and could not imagine how her life could be better.
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Campus of the Conservatory of Music, Cincinnati
I understand her omission from your novel, because the scene didn't advance the story. But I'm delighted to read the excerpt here, because studying with Eva in Cincinnati was another connection you and I had, in addition to both being from the same hometown and performing in that famous production of "Carousel." We may even have studied with Eva at the same time -- but I was a high school student doing a workshop she taught on the weekends. Odd that our paths never crossed in Cincinnati.
ReplyDeleteOne other thing: Eva's great claim to fame was that she had taught Tyrone Power. She was quite a character!
ReplyDeleteShe was really something. I felt privileged to have been one of her least favorite students.
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