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Who am I?

A classically-trained singer and a translator between Czech and English, based in Prague, Czech Republic. My ambition is to also be a documenter, through various mediums, of what art means and what it means to be an artist.

What is the On the Verge Series?

It started as a blog (Soprano on the Verge, 2019) where I wanted to talk candidly about the life of an average degree-holding but out-of-work opera singer. This then turned into a YouTube channel (Opera on the Verge, 2020) and a podcast (Convo on the Verge, 2021.)

As life returned back to a kind of new normal after the pandemic, I decided to focus on the podcast, which is all about spotlighting individual artists, most of whom I know personally, whom I think of as the unsung heroes of the arts. These days, I’m doing one podcast interview with an artist and one blog post in the form of a personal essay every month and making videos only occasionally. The best way to keep up is to sign up for the newsletter, which I send out on the 13th of every month.

My Story (For Now)

I don’t much enjoy telling my life story, but if I were a person exploring the On the Verge Series, I would want to know more about its creator. So, here is one way I might tell the story of the three decades of my short life so far:

I grew up shuttling between Prague, Czech Republic, and New Orleans, Louisiana.

My father is an American writer and my mother a Czech interpreter and translator. For the unlikely story of my parents’ meeting, and my accidental conception during the Velvet Revolution in Prague, I’ll refer you to Alan Levi’s 1993 portrait of my father in the Prague Post.  

I grew up around the Prague Summer Program for Writers, which my parents founded in order for me, and later my two sisters, to be able to grow up in both the Czech Republic and the United States. Being bicultural led to a lot of trouble when I was a child, especially in Czech schools where students and teachers alike thought of being half-American as a character flaw. When I was 14, my parents made the ill-advised decision to have me start college early so as to escape the abusive Czech school system. Though I did enjoy studying college-level literature from a young age, retrospectively I think I should have stayed with my peers.

Because so-called creative writing was the main kind of art I knew growing up, I wrote things since I was very young. When I was 12, I won two Czech poetry competitions, one of which was judged by the dissident writer Josef Škvorecký who gave me the first prize and special mention. When I was 18, a book of my translations into English of the poetry of Pavel Šrut came out under the title Paper Shoes with Carnegie Mellon University Press with which my father published most of his own work (I add that latter detail to make clear that this was very much an accomplishment having to do with connections.) I also published translations of two short stories by Bohumil Hrabal in literary journals (Hayden’s Ferry Review and the now defunct Calque) soon after the book of Pavel Šrut translations came out. My only other publication, after a long hiatus, was my own short story in 2019 in Redivider Journal.

My lack of publications for most of my adult life has to do with the fact that, in my early teens, I started to want to work with music rather than language. I loved the math of music, its mysterious physics. I thought it held some kind of key to the universe. Since my parents didn’t really push for me to get a “proper” music education from a young age, the only way I could study music seriously in college was by becoming a singer. Luckily, singing seemed to be a talent – the only time I seemed to be accepted by my peers was when I sang (mostly jazz standards.)

After I cobbled together a fake high school education by piecing together various college classes and a semester here and there in American public schools (there are crucial gaps in my basic knowledge because, the truth is, I barely attended high school), my father insisted I get a college degree in the US and that I study at the university where he taught, now in Michigan, where he transferred from New Orleans when I was 13. I was miserable living in the Midwest. My only stroke of luck was that the university I was forced to attend happened to have a good music school. I got to study composition for a year, and took extra theory classes and, to this day, some of the best music-making I have been a part of was as a member of the university choirs.

After finishing my Bachelor’s, I wanted to go home to the Czech Republic, mainly because I was terrified of losing touch with my other native language. Part of the reason I was so miserable in the Midwest may have been because it is such a linguistic monoculture. I got into the voice department of the music school of the Academy of Performing Arts in Prague and, from there, sung small roles in regional Czech theaters in my mid-twenties. I won’t get into my so-called singing career – you can read the official version on my “professional” website.

Parallel to my music studies, I translated movie scripts, treatments, pitches, since I was 19. This has been my main, lucrative, job for most of my adult life and is to this day. Now, I’m at the beginning of producing a short musical film, and my peek into scriptwriting, albeit as a mere translator, has helped me conceptualize the project creatively, though the film has a very uncertain future practically. I also became the coordinator (against my will, to be honest) of my father’s Prague Summer Program for Writers in my mid-twenties, which I grew up around and meant that I met and hung out with a lot of writers, some even famous, from a young age. Managing this summer workshop allowed me to cut my teeth on organisational work which has come in handy when organizing my own “indie” performance projects, though I am still at the beginning of the process of being a serious independent artist.

In my later twenties, I started to experiment with online content (that’s where the On the Verge Series comes in) and, thanks to that, got to attend the cultural journalism residency at the Aix-en-Provence festival in 2021. This has probably been the most prestigious thing I’ve gotten to do completely on my own merit. It marked the beginning of a new chapter.

My aim is to document the world of artmaking and the position of the artist in culture from the inside, as a working artist myself. I feel very lucky to be able to interview artists and edit their portraits out of those interviews – cumulatively, I want their voices to tell the story of how people find beauty and purpose in a world which seems to have less and less of those things. Besides being a kind of journalist (in a very New Journalism sense), I’m conceiving of various projects as a singer and performer which align with what I think the value of independent artmaking is and plan to document the creative and practical process behind those projects in both written and audiovisual form. It is an uncertain path which doesn’t hold the promise of upward mobility, or even eventual stability, but feels like the only meaningful way forward with the particular skillset I have.

If, for some reason, you crave to know more about me, or crave to hear it in a different medium, this is the pilot episode of my Convo on the Verge podcast, which I made in January 2021 and in which I tell another version of my life story. It’s a story I tell differently by the day and by the hour.