Superfluities Redux

by George Hunka
Artistic director, theatre minima

A Theatre Surrounds a City:
Vienna's Burgtheater


Thursday, 15 April 2010

A Critique of Tragedy 14

UPDATE (17 May 2010): A few days after I posted the below, an a propos story about an upcoming production of Sarah Ruhl's Passion Plays appears in the Sunday 18 May New York Times. Says Zak Berkman, artistic director of the Epic Theater Ensemble, which is producing the plays in Brooklyn's Lafayette Avenue Presbyterian Church: "I missed the sense of community religion gives you growing up. Theater should feel like a secular church."

It is interesting to note that the theology of Jones' Peoples Temple perhaps owed more to a secular, progressive, even Marxist egalitarianism than traditional Christianity itself. In any event, Celia McGee's full article is here.



The final tableau:
The curtain comes down at Jonestown in 1978,
king's throne at center stage

Tragedy in America. Even one who defines himself as something of an internal exile (aesthetically, if in nothing else) turns once in a while to his own country: it is unavoidable, for this is where art first and most intimately impinges on the self. In tracing the stream of tragic consciousness through American drama, I am first faced with the dilemma that this is a country deliberately founded, that it is early in its evolution, unlike the millenia of civilization in Africa, Asia and Europe, which was not ideologically deliberate. The tropes of American self-invention, of new beginnings, of the conquering of a physical frontier: these are unique to American experience, and such tropes suggest a progressive, idealistic foundation: a "city on a hill," as Puritan John Winthrop noted in 1630, alluding to Matthew 5:14. It is based in work and faith as redemptive activities; and the suppression of sexuality and Eros in the program of improvement remains with us to this day.

Not that there isn't an American tragic consciousness, which first emerged in the novels of Melville and Hawthorne, and early twentieth-century American theatre too questioned the basis of this foundation. In the 1920s, American tragedy was Expressionist (The Adding Machine, 1923) as well as lyrical (Beyond the Horizon [1918], Desire Under the Elms [1925]). In the following decade, however, the American drama fell under the thrall of the progressive Left and melodrama, not unlike Europe — Brecht visited the U.S. for the first time in the mid-1930s; the establishment of the Group Theatre in 1931 not only pioneered American acting techniques but also a progressive American drama in the work of Clifford Odets; and the Federal Theatre Project established in 1935 was populated by artists with radical leanings such as Orson Welles, John Houseman, Elia Kazan and Marc Blitzstein.

I noted the post-war emergence of a stream of American tragic drama here, but further along in the postwar era the stream thins to a trickle. But it is there if you look for it: in Edward Albee's Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, Tiny Alice and A Delicate Balance; in Shepard's Buried Child and a few other plays; even David Mamet's Edmond and Glengarry Glen Ross. If not tragedies by Aristotle's definition (which is not the only one), they are informed by an intent to look darkly into the American abyss between American ideal and American reality, providing neither redemption nor hope. It is interesting that American formal experimentation with the form of drama is more evident in these tragic plays than in the comic, which while influenced by absurdism remained firmly domestic (such as the plays of Christopher Durang).

My thoughts are drawn to Jonestown. Like America, it was founded as a community in exile, dedicated to social justice and in flight from perceived religious persecution; it too aimed for a progressive, politically ameliorist community; it too used sex as a means of control and submission than free experiential exploration (despite a puritan sexual ethos). Although the community itself was largely composed of black and poor men, women and children, it was almost entirely administered by upper-middle-class, well-meaning, college-educated and white men and women (not unlike our current government, and indeed the staffs and practitioners of American institutional theatre today). Both in the U.S. and in its African outpost, citizens of Jim Jones' church regularly gave theatrical performances for themselves — quite apart from formal worship services, though they partook of theatricality as well — but these were hardly tragedies: they were musicals, joyous, seeking to bind the community in a collective gesture of self-congratulation. The tragic metaphysics of such a community emerged not on its stage, but from around and beneath it: until the end, when from that same stage the king delivered his final soliloquy as the platform filled with the dead.

This is the stuff of an American tragic consciousness as profound as that of Europe's. Within the American ideal, it is unacceptable: and rather than explored, it is ignored, though its traces linger in our language. The phrase "drinking the Kool-Aid" entered the language as a result, but its meaning changed somewhat over the years, indeed diluted: it has come to signify a firm belief, or a faith in what might possibly be a delusion. But the Flavor-Aid that was drunk at Jonestown was not laced with hallucinogens or opiates; it was laced with potassium cyanide, and its product was not collusion, belief or social amelioration, but death. Perhaps this is some thread of a possible American tragedy: and in its identity with the community conformity of the men and women of The Adding Machine, perhaps a clue to a tragic theatre of catastrophe for American shores.


Other "Critique of Tragedy" posts here.

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