More thoughts on the Rosenberg-Cleveland Orchestra-Plain Dealer trial
It’s the end of week two of the trial pitting music critic Don Rosenberg against his employer, the Cleveland Plain Dealer, and the management of the Cleveland Orchestra. How this case will be decided is anyone’s guess, but, needless to say, I have a preference.
As you will recall, Rosenberg was taken off his longtime beat covering that orchestra, accused of being too rough on music director Franz Welser-Most. From the beginning, this case struck me as critical – no pun intended – to the future of our endangered profession. (Hey, never miss an opportunity to theatricalize, as the Maria Callas of “Master Class” says).
For the last few decades, newspapers all over the country have been devaluing criticism. calling for more feature stories, trend pieces, news briefs, etc., and less actual critical thinking. Even before the Internet and the blogosphere it spawned, where anyone can take on the appearance of a critic, the place of the independent reviewer with actual credentials of education, experience and a clearly defined artistic value system has been on shaky ground in many papers.
I think some of this may have factored into what happened in Cleveland. If editors get the idea that critics are just glorified consumer reporters – you can trust this concert; don’t waste your money on that one – then what difference does it matter what "product" they cover? And if a “manufacturer” (especially one who buys ads in the paper) doesn’t like what the critic is saying, heck, just move him off the beat.
Likewise, music organizations have increasingly picked up on this notion that a critic is primarily a marketing tool, not a judge of artistic quality. My colleagues and I have heard all too often the line: “We need help selling tickets. Can’t you do a story?”
Maybe I’m crazy or naive, but
Judging by the kind of comments you can find on Web sites where the Rosenberg story has been reported or analyzed, there are plenty of folks who see him as a villain, a spoiled elitist who finally got his comeuppance for being so unappreciative of a conductor’s superb talents or for having an unfair agenda. I have a hard time seeing it that way, if only because I’ve known this critic too long, have discussed music with him too often to believe he’s a crazed, one-track-mind conductor-killer.
I guess what also bothers me about this case so much is that it reminds me of things that happened to me (everything is about me, haven't you noticed?), and makes me wonder where I’d be today if I had worked for editors with a different mindset.
My first full-time critic job, after several freelancing years, was in Fort Lauderdale, a community that had read nary a discouraging word in the local paper about the hometown orchestra and its longtime conductor. When I offered such a word, the campaigns against me started quickly. I’m talking about leaflets on seats in the concert hall asking symphony-goers to contact the paper and demand that I be fired. The publisher was on the board of the orchestra, so he had already heard plenty of complaining (he told me that it made for some uncomfortable cocktail parties, but he never once suggested I change my tune).
Then came the delegation to the chief editor, where I had to sit quietly and listen to symphony board members explain how I had written too many negative reviews of the orchestra and its nationally respected maestro. I was, in short, a heartless menace bent on destroying everything they had built there. The editor listened politely, thanked them for coming in and said that I had just been doing my job, which I would continue doing.
That’s what critics everywhere hope to hear, not because we’re so damn high and mighty, let alone right all the time, but because we’ve devoted ourselves to a profession that is about passing artistic judgment as we see and hear it, not boosting community pride, placating rich donors, stroking musicians’ egos. (Since I’ve been in Baltimore, I had to attend a similar meeting at this paper, requested by management officials of a certain orchestra upset with the negative things I had been writing about their leadership. The result of that session turned out the same.)
If critics can be tossed aside for making someone unhappy, something’s wrong somewhere. If a newspaper bows to the pressure of arts organizations mad about coverage, why not cave in to politicians or developers or sports team owners who get peeved for the same reason?
I’m not saying critics are invariably pure and faultless. Far from it. I’ve read my share of reviews by writers whose evaluations not only differ from mine, but reveal attitudes or conclusions I find highly questionable. I’ve suspected some critics of unfairness, hidden agendas, biases that prevent them from seeing what I consider a bigger, better picture. (Some of these folks may well have entertained similar thoughts about me.) But I’d never want to see any one of them cut loose by their publications solely because a conductor or a board president got annoyed.
I’ve said before that I wish the situation in Cleveland had never reached this point. It all seems a little surreal. But maybe a trial is a good thing, and maybe, when this matter gets into the hands of a jury, the outcome will reaffirm the lines between criticism and coddling, integrity and expediency.