I’ve been meaning to write about Vivien Schweitzer for a while, now. I can’t find anything about which to call her out, because, well, she’s good. So I’m taking this opportunity to point out an oft-neglected rhetorical device: Extreme Understatement. Anti-hyperbole. Perhaps there’s a fancy ancient-rhetoric name for it, I don’t know.
What? Look it up? Okay. [looks it up]
It’s called Litotes. Here’s a good example:
“Business carried on as usual during alterations on the map of
WWII = alterations on the map of
Here is another (good example and favorite rhetorician):
When David Robertson first conducted at the Metropolitan Opera in 1996, he had the distressing experience of leading a performance of Janacek’s “Makropulos Case” in which a tenor died onstage.
Holy crap! “Distressing”? More like fucking terrifying, if you ask me. Potentially traumatic, even.
Then, this:
Things went more smoothly on Saturday night, his first appearance at the house in a decade, leading Mozart’s “Entführung aus dem Serail” (“The Abduction From the Seraglio”).
More smoothly = nobody died onstage. Wow. Exemplary.
Keep it up, Ms. S.
Original article here.
2 comments:
What? Really? No comments on my most positive-y post ever? You sorry souls. Ancient rhetorical theory is a...hidden passion. Tear me apart, peeps!
Your name is retrograde for "opera rotas." How's that for a tear?
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