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  • Angel Street

    Spooky! The Manningham family has recently moved into a new house full of old secrets. While husband Jack struggles to conceal his past trangressions, wife Bella drifts toward insanity, as the house’s gaslights flicker and footsteps echo in the attic. Even Scotland Yard makes a signature appearance. Does the mix of plot-driven whodunnit and dark twentieth-century character study sound familiar? It should. Angel Street inspired the 1939 film Gaslight with Ingrid Bergman, and successfully ran on Broadway in the late sixties. Now it’s coming to Theater in the Round, who will no doubt show us all sides of this complex mystery. 245 Cedar Ave., Minneapolis; (612) 333-3010, www.theatreintheround.org

    THEATER: Dirty Blonde
    Park Square Theatre, July 17-August 8
    In the realm of legendary twentieth-century blondes, who looms largest, Madonna, Marilyn, or Mae? We’d vote for the brassy, bossy, up-front-and-in-control Ms. West. So, apparently, would Claudia Shear. In her 2000 play Dirty Blonde, the early-American sex bomb inspires a connection between a librarian, Charlie, and an actress, Jo, who explore their love for each other and West against the backdrop of West’s life. Jodi Kellogg plays both West and Jo, returning to Park Square in a reprise performance that further blends the stories of the legend and her fans. 20 W. 7th Place, St. Paul; (651) 291-7005, www.parksquaretheatre.org

    THEATER: The Phantom of the Opera
    Orpheum Theater, July 14-August 8
    Antiques Roadshow fans beware: The Orpheum’s production of Phantom contains graphic scenes depicting violence against excessive ornament. Broadway’s most beloved romantic tragedy moves to Minneapolis, along with its ten-story, half-ton chandelier, which, during the performance, crashes onto the stage and shatters to bits. And you thought Prince smashing his nonsensical symbol-shaped guitar was dramatic! For a play that is known far and wide, with every song memorized by many a teenage girl (or middle-aged housewife), the only way to go out is to go big. So it is that Phantom arrives with the full array of accoutrements from the New York set, including that ill-fated chandelier, to give Minnesota audiences an affair to remember. (612) 339-7007; www.hennepintheatredistrict.com

    RESTAURANTS: Machu Picchu
    2940 Lyndale Ave. S., Minneapolis;
    (612) 822-2125
    If the question is “do French fries belong in a stir-fry?” then the answer is Machu Picchu. While the game of musical chairs continues apace with restaurateurs at the intersection of Lyndale and Lake, the Saltados at this Peruvian-style joint have made us glad they’ve stuck it out. Their new expansion features a nifty little bar in a nicely lit room facing Lyndale. Gastronomic temptations include Papa a la Huancaina, about which you only need to know the phrase “feta cheese cream sauce.” If Paddington Bear ate this well, he never would have left darkest Peru.

    RESTAURANTS: Tin Fish
    3000 E. Calhoun Pkwy., Minneapolis; www.thetinfish.net
    Everyone thinks they could be a writer, and everyone thinks they could run a restaurant. Folks don’t realize how much work, tedious work, is involved in either enterprise. Well, we confess that our second-best idea—after starting this magazine—was to open a good fish-and-chips joint, in the classic British style of a walk-up chippy. True, you can find fish and chips all over town, but other than Mac’s in St. Paul, none is dedicated exclusively to this noble cause. Now Minneapolis has a proud contender, in an amazing location: The Tin Fish is the Minneapolis Park Board’s seasonal restaurant in the boathouse at Lake Calhoun. The prices are a little steep (running $10-$15 for an actual meal) and the wait can be unsettling, but the quality (walleye, salmon, cod, cross-cut fries, slaw—upscale!) has us beaming with civic pride. Each of the city’s great lakes deserves a delightful gathering place like this. Now how about a model yacht club at Loring Pond?

  • Dirty Blonde

    In the realm of legendary twentieth-century blondes, who looms largest, Madonna, Marilyn, or Mae? We’d vote for the brassy, bossy, up-front-and-in-control Ms. West. So, apparently, would Claudia Shear. In her 2000 play Dirty Blonde, the early-American sex bomb inspires a connection between a librarian, Charlie, and an actress, Jo, who explore their love for each other and West against the backdrop of West’s life. Jodi Kellogg plays both West and Jo, returning to Park Square in a reprise performance that further blends the stories of the legend and her fans. 20 W. 7th Place, St. Paul; (651) 291-7005, www.parksquaretheatre.org

  • The Phantom of the Opera

    Antiques Roadshow fans beware: The Orpheum’s production of Phantom contains graphic scenes depicting violence against excessive ornament. Broadway’s most beloved romantic tragedy moves to Minneapolis, along with its ten-story, half-ton chandelier, which, during the performance, crashes onto the stage and shatters to bits. And you thought Prince smashing his nonsensical symbol-shaped guitar was dramatic! For a play that is known far and wide, with every song memorized by many a teenage girl (or middle-aged housewife), the only way to go out is to go big. So it is that Phantom arrives with the full array of accoutrements from the New York set, including that ill-fated chandelier, to give Minnesota audiences an affair to remember. (612) 339-7007; www.hennepintheatredistrict.com

  • Machu Picchu

    If the question is “do French fries belong in a stir-fry?” then the answer is Machu Picchu. While the game of musical chairs continues apace with restaurateurs at the intersection of Lyndale and Lake, the Saltados at this Peruvian-style joint have made us glad they’ve stuck it out. Their new expansion features a nifty little bar in a nicely lit room facing Lyndale. Gastronomic temptations include Papa a la Huancaina, about which you only need to know the phrase “feta cheese cream sauce.” If Paddington Bear ate this well, he never would have left darkest Peru.

  • Tin Fish

    Everyone thinks they could be a writer, and everyone thinks they could run a restaurant. Folks don’t realize how much work, tedious work, is involved in either enterprise. Well, we confess that our second-best idea—after starting this magazine—was to open a good fish-and-chips joint, in the classic British style of a walk-up chippy. True, you can find fish and chips all over town, but other than Mac’s in St. Paul, none is dedicated exclusively to this noble cause. Now Minneapolis has a proud contender, in an amazing location: The Tin Fish is the Minneapolis Park Board’s seasonal restaurant in the boathouse at Lake Calhoun. The prices are a little steep (running $10-$15 for an actual meal) and the wait can be unsettling, but the quality (walleye, salmon, cod, cross-cut fries, slaw—upscale!) has us beaming with civic pride. Each of the city’s great lakes deserves a delightful gathering place like this. Now how about a model yacht club at Loring Pond?

  • Peter Krause: The Rakish Interview

    HBO unveiled Six Feet Under in 2000, at a time when nobody thought TV could top The Sopranos in terms of first-rate drama. But Alan Ball’s show, centering on a family that runs a funeral home in Los Angeles, immediately proved to be as addictive as the mafia saga, and even more so. Having just begun its fourth and much-anticipated season, the show has become as rich and engrossing as a skillfully written novel.

    Despite their improbable setting, Six Feet Under’s characters are hardly preoccupied with death. They’re struggling, like the rest of us, to find ways to be happy during the short time we’re here. At the center of their sometimes poignant, often lyrical stories is Nate Fisher, one of two sons of the recently deceased patriarch, who reluctantly agrees to help his brother keep the family business afloat. A refreshingly modern protagonist, Nate is at once difficult and eminently relatable. In television’s lineup of cardboard male types—gruff cops, happy-go-lucky dads, wise-cracking slackers—Nate’s intelligence, wit, and despair are so three-dimensional and vivid, he starts to feel like someone you know.

    What’s it like to act in the role of such a complex, smart, and often overwhelmed character, particularly for so long? Peter Krause, who plays Nate, explains that it’s just as rewarding—and sometimes exhausting—as it sounds. Krause, who grew up in Detroit Lakes and suburban St. Paul, took time out in between filming Six Feet Under and rehearsing for a Broadway revival of Arthur Miller’s After the Fall to talk to The Rake about the show—as well as suffering, the irrelevance of marriage, and how Nate’s misery has helped Krause find more happiness.

    THE RAKE: I find it interesting how people refer to Six Feet Under as a soap opera—they don’t know how else to classify it.

    PETER KRAUSE: It’s a family drama. There are soap-opera elements to it. It’s like a soap opera in its sensationalistic storylines.

    Yeah, but all shows have sensationalistic storylines. Six Feet Under is a family drama, but it’s not a happy, upbeat family drama. It’s about the regular course of human lives outside of hospitals, courtrooms, and police headquarters. It’s amazing that there aren’t more shows that just focus on ordinary life and do it really well.

    Well, how do you get those sensational storylines? How do you make it dramatic, you know? A funeral home is something that nobody thought they could get away with, but of course it has the same backdrop of life and death that M*A*S*H did, except it’s not wartime, it’s just everyday life. People live and die and battle demons and each other and their own self-destruction every day, and it’s just as dramatic as any two politically opposed countries, or showing the hospital where the wounded go. On Six Feet Under, the wounded are everywhere, the war is happening on a personal level everywhere.

    And how, especially for Nate. I can’t believe he is having such a tough time again this season. How is it for you as an actor, to play a character for whom the stakes are so high for such an extended period of time?

    It’s very intense. I didn’t expect his downward spiral to be never-ending, which is what it’s been. It’s difficult because it’s not like doing a movie for a couple of months where you play a tortured character and then you move on.

    What’s your overall take on the show, now that you’re wrapping up your fourth season?

    I’m still really enthusiastic about what the show has to offer. I don’t think there’s anything else like it on television. We’ve never seen the role of Nate Fisher before in any fashion that I can think of, except perhaps David Janssen in The Fugitive, years ago. I don’t think anybody has suffered quite like Nate has on television. He’s also quite an original character in terms of what he does. He’s not a cop, he doesn’t carry a gun, he doesn’t wield any great power. He’s not a doctor, so there are no life-and-death issues. He doesn’t hold any political office. He’s just a guy—and what’s more, a guy who isn’t living where he wants to live or doing what he wants to do for a living. He hasn’t experienced a satisfying relationship, and tragic things happen to him.

    Those are the reasons why people can relate to him. He may be the most honestly average character that television has seen in quite some time.

    I think so. The departure at this point is that having a number of tragic events happen to you, and to those around you—I think it starts to change you. It wakes you up, and you’re gonna go one of two ways: You’ll get so despondent, you’ll be in such despair, so depressed, maybe to the point of putting a bullet through your head. Or you’re gonna move the other way and choose to be really happy in the face of everything, and develop a kind of “screw it” attitude and just work on your own happiness. I really lean more toward that direction, but that isn’t necessarily what’s happened to Nate, so it’s a bit strange.
    Yeah, I think I’ve been expecting Nate to sort of bounce back. Particularly because Lisa didn’t seem to be making him happy.

    It’s interesting to look at the show in its entirety and think about how individuals make decisions when they’re coerced by events in their lives. I don’t know if Nate would’ve necessarily married Lisa if he hadn’t just gone through what he went through with Brenda, and if he hadn’t found out that he had a potentially fatal brain ailment. Those were the things that were surrounding that decision. Then you have the specter of his own childhood, his relationship with his father. I think that he really wanted to be there for his daughter, and I understood him trying to make an imperfect situation workable.

    You’re a father now, too, right?

    Yes, I have a two-and-a-half-year old, so my fatherhood happened to coincide with Nate’s fatherhood. My understanding of what he’s going through as a new parent is about as good as it can get from moment to moment. Taking care of a new person in the midst of starting a new relationship, especially with someone you wouldn’t be married to if you weren’t having a child together—it asks a lot of questions of the audience: What is marriage? Why do people get married? Has marriage outlived its goodness in the world that we live in?

    Sounds like you’re a little skeptical about marriage.

    The reasons for getting married are baffling to me. I am not married, and based upon the vision that I had of adults during my childhood, nobody seemed to be that happy with marriage. So I always felt like if a team of wild horses can’t keep me from getting married, only then I should get married.

    But otherwise, no way?

    I just think that most people go into it with a sense, on some level of their consciousness, that it’s something they should do, that they ought to do. But it’s a choice.

    Well, I think for some people it’s a symbol of security.

    Absolutely, but it’s steeped in societal dogma. I think it’s steeped in a desire for acceptance and approval of the family and parents. That’s just my own opinion.

    A lot depends on your experiences with family.

    Yeah, people tend to repeat the relationships that they developed with their family as kids. It’s hard to break through all that stuff. I just think it’s deadly when you think that you have to behave a new way or a different way than you wish to because you are now a husband or a wife.

    It can be stifling to the self, definitely. But there are a lot of people who prefer to have that structure.

    Definitely. As a child, you’re witnessing your parents, together or separately, dealing with other adults, and that’s a template for how people get along. It’s very important to find a way to have a workable relationship, whether together or apart. And I think that’s what Nate was doing with Lisa and it felt odd to him because he wasn’t used to that much compromise. But he’s already compromised himself a lot—by moving home, by being a funeral director. You know, I don’t write the show. But there are times when it feels like the character of Nate is an average guy who gets swallowed up by the world, and can’t find it within himself to fight back and make himself happy. In the midst of things, I try to show how Nate is very happy to have his daughter and he’s trying to be a good parent. I don’t think that it’s believable or truthful that he’s happy to be living in the Fisher family funeral home, except that he’s near his family. He hates his job through and through. He finds a way to be valuable to the people who come in by consoling them, and that’s about all he can take away from his job.

    So much in Nate’s life is wrong. Doesn’t it get exhausting to play him for that reason?

    It does, but it doesn’t on its own. What’s exhausting is balancing it all. Last year I finished the series and the next morning I was on a plane to Vancouver to start We Don’t Live Here Anymore.

    That screened at Sundance, right?

    Yeah, Laura Dern and Mark Ruffalo and Naomi Watts are also in it. It’s based on a couple of Andre Dubus short stories about two couples who end up sleeping with each other’s spouses. Slipping right into that film wasn’t necessarily the best thing for me personally, but it was a good thing professionally. I really enjoyed doing it—the director was great, the cast was great. And now after finishing this season of Six Feet Under, I fly to New York and do Arthur Miller’s After the Fall. But that’s what ends up being hard about playing Nate—piling other work on top of it, and it just so happens that the other work is also very… tragic. And dramatic. I’m ready to do comedy again.

    You started out in comedy, and suddenly you’re in this torture chamber! When did you get into acting?

    During college. I had done one play in high school. I hurt myself doing track and field, and there was a girl I wanted to get to know who was into the theater, so that’s why I auditioned for that play.

    I’ve made so many decisions based on that.

    Based on libido? Yeah! That was how I chose my college. There were lots of cute Swedish blond girls running around. I went to Gustavus Adolphus College, named after a king of Sweden. He killed a lot of heathens during the Crusades, I guess, so they Latinized his name and gave him a college.

    Your most recent Minnesota address was in the Twin Cities, right?

    Yeah, it’s a nice place to be a kid. I was born up north in Alexandria. Then my parents moved to Detroit Lakes, and then to Roseville.

    Your earlier work—Sports Night, The Truman Show, Carol & Company—was mostly comedy. Were you drawn to comic roles when you began acting?

    Not so much. I had gone to graduate school at NYU with the idea that I wanted to be able to play anybody or anything. I had the idea that anybody around me was a character I might play. My job was to study human behavior, to be as flexible a person as I could possibly be so that I could understand another person’s circumstances and life rules and desires—fears, belief systems, all that stuff. That was part of the training at NYU, learning how to neutralize yourself. You learn how to do that physically, mentally, emotionally…

    In other words, erase your influences?

    Let go of your own identity. Of course, you can only do that to a certain extent, but that training certainly teaches you a lot about how identities are fashioned and accumulated and how there is the essential self that each individual is born with. How do I put it? You could look at it like God has done a gesture drawing, and that gesture never really changes. So the essential self basically stays the same. But of course, tragic things happen to people and, you know, they get banged around a little bit.

    How did you make the transition from Sports Night to Six Feet Under? Did you audition?

    I auditioned for the role of David first, then they called and said, “You know, we’ve been having a difficult time finding Nate, Alan really feels like you’d make a great Nate, and we have some strong choices for David.” I kind of felt like, “Oh great, now I’m going to be neither.” But I reread the script from the viewpoint of Nate and realized that was the character that was probably more terrifying for me to play because it’s closer to myself. But the transition was a very nice one. Sports Night was very language-oriented. It was very verbal, we talked really quickly, and picked up our cues. It was also, though, a very modern show. Casey McCall on Sports Night and Nate Fisher on Six Feet Under are a couple of modern men in imperfect relationships. For Casey, his work was his home, and he really loved being there, but that’s not the case with Nate. The relative tone of the shows is quite different, but both feature conflicted modern men. I was happy to get more into the acting after that, rather than just delivering the language. The behavioral and emotional terrain on Six Feet Under is far more sophisticated than it was on Sports Night.

    What do you think Nate’s essential self is like?

    Nate is like a lot of people. I think Nate just wants to be happy, and unfortunately for him, he finds that difficult sometimes. He doesn’t let suffering move past him or through him. He’s very frustrated by the fact that there is so much suffering in life. But of course, that frustration causes more suffering. So he definitely has a few things to learn about hanging onto suffering. The more you can let things that are damaging and miserable pass through you, the happier you can be. Nate gets pummeled around pretty good by the cosmos.

    It’s kind of remarkable that he doesn’t really have any coping strategies after all the hell he’s been through.

    Well, he’s been shutting down. I mean, over the course of time on Six Feet Under, you see Nate sleeping a lot. And a lot of things happen in his dreams that he needs to work out in his conscious life. You know, that’s certainly one way of moving through life. If you don’t address something on the conscious plane, your growth is just going to be slower. So Nate in some ways chooses to be asleep. He’s a person for whom what’s happening to him is simply too much.

    I just have to say, I’d like to see Brenda and Nate get back together.

    As an actor, Nate’s relationship with Brenda is confusing to me, too. Once your father dies, you’ve encountered a fatal neurological condition, you’ve had a child with someone you didn’t plan on, and you got married and it wasn’t all that great, and then she’s dead and now you’re a single parent with this job you don’t want, living in this house you don’t want to be living in… At some point, you have to start thinking a little more consciously about what you’re doing. I just can’t believe you’re gonna stay fast asleep, continue to stumble all over the place.

    Do you think Nate’s relationship with Brenda is destructive?

    I don’t see it as necessarily destructive, but I don’t find it to be overwhelmingly happy or healthy. At a certain point, I think the unrelatable issues are things that either the writers don’t know how to write about, don’t want to write about, or haven’t chosen to write about yet. I disagree that dysfunction is the only conflict you can show on television. I think you can show functioning conflict and have it be compelling. Brenda and Nate are ripe for having a very expressive, communicative, conflict-filled relationship—one that’s not about what isn’t said, but about what’s said: disagreeing about things, having disparate experiences of reality, but being able to allow their realities to overlap and also have realities that don’t. They don’t always have to be so protected and uncommunicative.

    For someone who doesn’t believe in marriage, you sure sound like a marriage counselor! But I get it. Instead of always showing wildly dysfunctional behavior, they could focus more often on low-level conflict within a functioning structure.

    Yeah, exactly. I feel like we’ve seen that, and after Brenda loses her father and Nate loses his father, and they deal with the infidelity in their relationship… and don’t forget about her crazy brother Billy. I mean, they’ve gone through a lot separately and together, and I don’t buy it that they wouldn’t communicate on a very high level.

    It’s true, there are so few movies or TV shows about real, slightly flawed relationships. Seeing Nate and Brenda actually work things out could be dramatically interesting.

    Yeah, I think it would be fabulous to watch that.

    Sometimes TV writers tend to dream up more fantastical stuff instead of going back to the characters and figuring out what the next stage in their development might be.

    There’s nothing wrong with telling really great, compelling stories. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle did it wonderfully with Sherlock Holmes, but I don’t think that’s ever been Six Feet Under’s strong suit. I think its strong suit has always been the revelation of truthful human behavior.

    So you’re trapped in the abyss of the incredibly tragic character!

    Yeah, but it’s therapeutic. It’s actually made me a person who gravitates towards happiness a lot more when I’m not working. I’m not very serious outside of work these days. I just like to screw around.

  • Force of Habit

    The bells have been ringing for thirty minutes, but it is the sound of a cane rattling through the empty, cavernous church that suggests prayer. It is held by an old man, his stooped body covered in the flowing black habit of a Benedictine monk. He enters from the sacristy, clicking, clacking, up a barely perceptible incline. When he reaches the altar, he pauses and bows, then turns to the left and clicks and clacks his way upward to a lonely seat in the dark wooden choir.

    The early morning light is meager, cast from a stained-glass skylight above, through clear windows that run the length of the nave, and from the massive stained glass abstraction that dominates the back of the church at St. John’s Abbey. Other men in habits arrive, bow, and then take seats in the austere straight-backed choir slots. They arrange prayer books and hymnals on the stands in front of them and wait, casting their eyes on the simple wooden crucifix that hangs from the levitating white baldachin. At seven a.m. sharp, a white-haired monk rises from his seat in the choir. “Lord open my lips…”

    “And my mouth shall proclaim your praise,” follow the accumulated voices of the Benedictine monks, a soft morning thunder rolling out from the choir over the empty pews.

    A single note echoes from the pipe organ. The monks on the choir’s left side sing a verse from Psalms, their voices resonant and nearly undivided. After a pause, the monks on the right side sing a verse. The song continues, shifting back and forth across the choir in a sort of divine stereophonic effect, brothers singing to brothers singing, occasionally joining together on a verse, offering their voices to each other and to God.

    When the psalm ends, after the last organ note fades into an ethereal echo, there is a full minute of silence, a contemplation of the prayer just sung, the moment interrupted only by a sneeze, or the occasionally audible grumbling of a stomach. Then the psalms continue, the canticle comes, the responsorial rumbles. Morning Prayer lasts for roughly thirty minutes, depending on the day’s demands, before the monks shuffle silently from the church.

    They walk from the sacristy into the cloister, and then turn right into a wide hallway with tile floors and mostly bare walls, passing a lounge where several copies of the day’s Star Tribune have already been pulled apart. The procession continues, still silent, down a flight of stairs, into a darker hallway, past more lounges, past a massive floor-to-ceiling bulletin board covered with sign-up sheets for prayers, readings, haircuts, and kitchen duties, and then through two wooden doors into the abbey dining room. Pastel-colored religious paintings and stained-glass images of foliage hang from the wood-paneled walls. A beautifully carved wood podium stands ceremoniously in the middle of the space; a massive china cabinet dominates a far wall. Eggs, sausages and other dishes are served in chafing dishes on stout wooden tables. It is a very much an old room in style, and yet certain details—the harsh lights, the plastic dishes and trays, the Wheaties and other boxed cereals—suggest that practical updates and conveniences have been integrated. The brothers eat breakfast in silence.

    This has more or less been the morning routine since 1856, when a group of Benedictine monks from Pennsylvania arrived in St. Cloud to tend to the German Catholic population. In the 150 years since its establishment, St. John’s Abbey, located on 2,500 acres in Collegeville, ninety miles north of the Twin Cities, has exerted a profound influence on both the Catholic Church and the history of Minnesota. The liturgical reform movement responsible for English and other non-Latin masses received some of its most influential and eloquent support from monks at St. John’s, which is also home to a university and prep school. Minnesota Public Radio was launched within the Abbey’s cloisters (and Garrison Keillor’s first radio performances took place here). The abbey’s Liturgical Press remains one of the most important religious publishing houses in the world, printing journals and books that continue to influence both the scholarly and popular understanding of religion and spirituality. The community has counted among its ranks prominent historians, theologians, liturgists, artists, and philosophers.

    Nevertheless, St. John’s Abbey is undergoing the most dramatic changes in its history. For decades, it was the world’s largest Benedictine monastery, with more than four hundred monks living there at its peak in 1963. Today, it has 175, and their average age is sixty-five. The abbey’s traditional role as a provider of parish priests to Minnesota’s churches has become largely obsolete, its monks neither youthful enough nor sufficient in numbers to do the job. The large central Minnesota farm families that once provided the abbey with its most plentiful source of novitiates have been lost to changing rural demographics, leaving the abbey to compete with the temptations of big cities and non-religious careers. Most serious, the sexual-abuse scandals that erupted in America’s parishes also shook St. John’s, altering its culture, its image, and its relationship to Minnesota. Yet even through its darkest hour, the abbey has continued to find novices and retain members, who in turn find relevance in a Minnesota prayer community based on the writings of a sixth-century monk.

  • Placebos & Lip Service

    There certainly has been a lot of fuss lately about the health insurance crisis. A couple of weeks ago in the New York Times Magazine, Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton—a person who is guaranteed to get a rise out of excitable Americans on both ends of the political spectrum—set forth her case for reform. Again. She noted that the situation has only gotten worse since she was laughed off the rostrum the first time she proposed radical change to a broken system that will not heal itself.

    Within the week, the puissant Newt Gingrich wrote to acknowledge that he agreed wholeheartedly with at least one of Hillary’s principles: that reform must focus on the individual. Although he didn’t say precisely what he means (undoubtedly that innovation and change must come from individuals exercising their profit motives, not the fed acting like a nanny state), we were gratified to learn that the issue means enough to him that he actually founded something called the Center for Health Transformation.

    When Hillary and Newt agree on something, the end is surely nigh; only the willfully stupid don’t see the mess we’re in. Business leaders are noticing that employee health benefits are the single biggest debit on the company spreadsheets. When the captains of capitalism begin to complain, powerful people begin to listen. But what can the powers and principalities offer, other than flagrant lip service?

    It is an interesting impasse. The only way to effect genuine change is to muster sympathy from influential folks who worry about health insurance only in connection with their stock portfolios. We live in times when enlightenment comes in only one flavor—enlightened self-interest—and no politician will take up the cause of real reform until it is clear that such a position will get him power, money, or both.

    We wonder why William McGuire, the CEO of United Health Group, is so eager to raise money for George W. Bush. The president is grateful for the hundred thousand dollars McGuire has raised on behalf of his re-election. Does Minnesota’s highest-paid executive know something we don’t about what is required to overhaul health care? We hope so, considering he was paid ninety-three million last year to run the nation’s largest and most profitable health care company.

    We like to pick on McGuire, but we know the problem is systemic. Of sixteen corporate officers at United Health, twelve have given a total of twenty-three thousand dollars to the Bush reelection campaign (just one thousand dollars short of the maximum allowed by law), while none have given a red cent to that bleeding heart John Kerry. (Lois Quam, the head of one division who is also married to DFL point man Matt Entenza, played it safe with a harmless donation to Dick Gephardt.) It may also be worth noting that four United Health executives reporting to McGuire bring home a total of $66.7 million in annual salary.

    Which begs the question: Just how committed to change can a person be, who is compensated so handsomely by the status quo? And why does United Health make its home in a state where the company cannot legally operate its core business because it is a for-profit health management organization? Perhaps it is to insulate its executives from the public opprobrium their greed so richly deserves.

    What is the Republican agenda for treating the health care crisis? It is to blame bogeymen, to distract from real issues with straw men and red herrings. The people presently in control like to claim that what is really driving health care costs are frivolous lawsuits and filing inefficiencies, and an absence of competition in the marketplace.

    McGuire, in his euphonious annual letter from the chairman to stockholders, makes grandiose claims about the need for broad societal initiatives, while gloating about the performance of his company. He makes no specific recommendations for change—at least not anything that might ruffle stockholders. What’s really needed, in the argot of the day, is more “science-based decision making” (in other words, more insurance-company bean-counters making even more decisions—it is called actuarial science, you know) and the computer-compatibility of patient files. This is a little like blaming the oceans on the rain.

    “Our health care can—must—work better, be more efficient, and truly provide for all people,” he wrote last year. “As a nation, we can and must cover everyone.” And yet he also points out that “the magnitude of the challenges in health care, combined with ideology, lead some to propose preemptive or unilateral decisions.” The clear message is that drastic times require timid gestures.

    Let us translate McGuire’s game plan for you: We can squeeze even more money out of the system for our “stakeholders” by continuing to turn up the heat of our rhetoric, while cashing in our stock options, and being careful to do nothing of substance. When the issue is complicated, it’s best to blame the trial lawyers (malpractice chicanery!) and the nurses (lousy filers!), and raise as much money as is legal for political candidates who care about the basic human dignity of massive profits.

    On Tax Day, United Health reported record first-quarter earnings and increased margins. Profits are way up. Oddly, the health care situation for most non-millionaires has not noticeably improved.

  • Louie the Wine Guy

    May 25, 2004

    With two week’s worth of wine events to report on, this entry is packed with tasting notes. It is a busy time of year, springtime, so full of promise. The Napa Valley Vintner’s Association event of early May was the harbinger for the lively Wine Fest weekend on May 14 and 15, which featured a variety of gatherings celebrating Napa Valley wines and raising money for a local charity. It was my great pleasure to introduce Fernando Frias of Frias Family Vineyard to The Wine Doctor, so that the fabulous Frias Family wines might become available here in Minnesota. The deal was struck, so stay tuned for what could be the most exciting new wine to enter our market in some time.

    Speaking of The Wine Doctor, I recently had the good fortune to sit down with him to taste the wines of Mike Januik, formerly the winemaker for Chateau St. Michelle. Mike had become perhaps the most powerful force in the Washington State wine industry, through St. Michelle’s dominance in the market. So why did he leave? Simply put, to work toward making the best wines in the world. Januik believes that Washington State can produce wines as distinctive and expressive in varietal character as those from the best regions of California. After putting nine of his wines to the test, here’s my opinion: His chardonnays are very solid, but these days not many of us are interested in paying $30 for a chardonnay. His merlots were not distinctive, but then I don’t find that quality in many merlots (Pride Mountain and Paloma being two exceptions). Januik’s ’01 Cabernet was approaching greatness, and I could see where the high ratings were deserved. But it was his Syrah, both the 2000 and the 2002, that made my heart sing. These wines are worth every penny—seek them out and consume with certain delight!

    We also tasted a ’96 Chateau Corbin Michotte St. Emilion, which, at $31.99 retail, didn’t impress me too much. But I am tough to please when it comes to French Bordeaux, having developed such a Napa palate. I did get to try just this past Saturday a ’98 Chateau Ducru Beaucaillou, quite a prestigious Bordeaux from the St. Julien region. This was a finely structured wine, but I still preferred its tasting mate, a ’97 Clos du Bois “Marlstone.”

    The Wine Doctor and I also sampled a couple of tasty offerings from the South American producer Budini. Both the 2002 malbec and cabernet were very much worth their asking price of about $10 a bottle. Likewise the red and white blends under the label “Le Bistro” were very good, when you consider the $8.99 price.

    Moving on to an event I presided over on May 15, during which a small group celebrated with four flights of Napa wines. Standouts included S. Anderson “Stag’s Leap” 2000 Chardonnay ($24.99) and the Kendall Jackson 2001 Cabernet “Grand Reserve” ($22.99).

    And, lastly, a wine dinner on May 22 gave us the opportunity to taste Schramsberg’s “Mirabelle,” a non-vintage blend sparkling wine. A great bubbly for picnics, it’s also a great value at about $18. Another standout was the quirky zinfandel from “Blockheadia Ringnosii.” Winemaker Michael Ouellette honors his French heritage by making a wine that is very Rhone in its styling (perhaps akin to a Chateau-neuf-du-Pape, or in a similar manner as Bonny Doon’s “Cigare Volant”). This is a great wine to pair with a spring lamb barbecue. A Ferrari-Carano ’00 Reserve Chardonnay went over very nicely with a salad of spring greens, feta, and caramelized walnuts. And then came the big cabernet blends mentioned earlier, the Ducru Beaucaiilou and the Clos du Bois “Marlstone.” Both were massive and yet supple—great beef wines. And I must mention that just this past Friday I noticed at Sam’s Club in Maple Grove that the ’97 Marlstone was on sale for $24 and change. That, dear friend, is a steal!

    We ended this fabulous evening with two knockout dessert wines: First, a sublime Eiswein from Franz Reh in Germany; and second, a delightful port from Silver Oak’s winemaker, Justin Meyer. Along with some locally produced passion-fruit-filled chocolates and a precious Stilton cheese from England, dessert became an international love-fest! Ah, gluttony…

    So, what is up on the local scene? I was checking out one of the Cost Plus Word Market outlets, and they do offer an occasional reason to stop in a buy a few bottles. This month they are featuring Cline’s Red Truck blend, as well as the Toasted Head Chardonnay from R.H. Phillips. Two very nice spring picnic wines. Another chain, The Cellars, is having somewhat of a May sale, with a hodge-podge of selections discounted through the end of the month. A few big-name Napa cabs stand out, like Caymus and Staglin Family. And they stay balanced by offering an assortment of ’97 French Bordeaux as well. I might be tempted by the ’97 Chateau LaGrange, St. Julien, at $26.97.

    With the spring wine sales now past, the next big sale to anticipate is Hennepin-Lake’s coming in June. Stay tuned for more news on this sale-to-beat-all-sales, if you believe everything owner Phil has to say… Well, time to jump back outside and enjoy what is turning out to be a long and cool spring. The city gardens and parks are lush and gorgeous this year, so grab your favorite bottle of wine, your favorite friend, and go enjoy!

  • Soundtrack to Mary

    I can’t think of anyone whose career I am more interested in or more forgiving of than Prince’s. Let it be known, I’d follow the tiny man who penned “Shockadelica,” “The Cross,” “House Quake,” and “Bambi” into the gates of hell if he asked me to. In the nineties I was one of those diligent tools who would drop everything and hightail it to Chanhassen to happily sit outside Paisley Park for hours in sub-zero temperatures for his “surprise three a.m. gigs”… that sometimes never happened. Let’s see, I can’t feel my feet, I have to be at work in two hours, and all I got was this lousy souvenir tambourine shaped like a part of the male anatomy? Cool. Let’s do it again tomorrow night! To this day I could cry that I loaned a cute boy my “sold under the counter” vinyl copy of The Black Album that he forgot was left in his car that had been towed to the impound lot where it sat in his back seat for five record high temperature days one August.

    In case you think I’m some drooling Prince-can-do-no-wrong Minnesotan, I’ll risk public stoning by saying I think Purple Rain is ass. I stumbled upon it recently while channel surfing, all I could think was “ouch, there’s a time in history that hasn’t aged well.” Guitarist Wendy Melvoin’s many saucy stage threads made my teeth ache: miniskirt, nylons, and white basketball high tops? No, please. And I’m sorry, “Dr.” Fink, but somehow your stage persona seems like an afterthought. “Get the keyboard player some scrubs and be sure to cover his Jheri Curl and his face.”

    The vast cavern between P’s hits and misses is what makes him so fascinating to me. I don’t think he consciously thinks, “Hmmm… Let me write a real stink-burger opus, with an amateurish screenplay to match, just to irritate the haters.” On second thought, maybe he does. Oddly enough, I could respect that. Other than his ill musicianship, it’s the mystery of the man that I love. It’s all very Wonka-like. In fact, rumor has it Around the World in a Day was produced by Oompa-Loompas.

    I’m still surprised by the sound of his speaking voice coming out of that tight l’il body. You think it’s going to be squeaky and small and then out comes the sound of chocolate melting in the mouth of a baritone pre-op transsexual. Much like my curiosity with the pope, you can’t picture either of them doing normal, everyday things. Plunging a toilet, waiting for the cable guy? Not so much. It’s also very important to me to know if either of them owns jeans. I like to think that Prince even has four-inch heeled slippers built into the feet of his jammies.

    Send your purple prose to Mary Lucia at popularcreeps@yahoo.com.