Saturday, 6 April 2019

Shepherd Island Discs

Umbagong Park
Today I went for a walk, as I often do in the later afternoons and evenings. The clocks go back tomorrow, so there will be fewer opportunities to get out in the coming months. My knees don't like to run anymore but I still love to get out in the fresh air, and I usually listen to podcasts as I walk around the parks and back roads.

Desert Island Discs is one of my favourite podcasts, and today, as the sun lowered towards the horizon and inflamed the branches of the autumn trees I listened to an episode from a couple of months ago featuring James Rebanks, Shepherd and Writer. He mainly talked about Herdwick sheep, The Lake District, and farming in general, as you would expect. I like these things, and he was erudite and interesting about them, his family, and the education he embarked upon later in life. 

He had sound musical choices (by which I mean I liked them all, apart from Johnny Cash). He chose tracks by Kirsty MacColl, Nina Simone, Pulp, and Billy Bragg & Wilco. I was a bit disappointed that he chose Ernest Hemingway's The Old Man and the Sea as his book and said that he didn't really want The Bible or the Complete Works of William Shakespeare. He claims to be a writer, so surely even if he has no interest in religion or sixteenth-century drama, he can appreciate the stories and the storytelling within these literary canons. 

What really stood out for me in the program, however, was a throwaway comment that he made. He said he had read somewhere that the average British child today spends less time outdoors than the average prisoner. I looked into this when I got back indoors and found a survey from 2016 which seems to verify this. I was shocked. 

I love being outdoors and I did as a kid. Climbing trees, riding my bike, playing a peculiar version of badminton, walking by the river, even just sitting on the grass and making daisy chains are some of my favourite childhood memories, and the basis of some of my earliest friendships. Being outdoors and breathing fresh air restores my mental and physical health. I know that some places are too polluted to enjoy these environmental benefits and that I am lucky to live where I do. 

And yet, it's true that I rarely see young folk playing outside, despite the beautiful scenery, parks and open spaces that make up this Bush Capital of Canberra. My walk takes me past this rather odd sculpture of a group of kids playing football. They are regularly given different shirts to wear, dressed up warmly in winter, and treated to Santa hats at Christmas time. People obviously care about them and in some strange way want to incorporate outdoor play into their community. Sadly, these motionless mannequins are displaying way more activity than most young people today.

Friday, 5 April 2019

Cross-Cultural Chekov: Hotel Sorrento



Hotel Sorrento by Hannie Rayson
Eltham Little Theatre Inc

Eltham Little Theatre, 15 Feb - 2 March 2019

Australian amateur theatre groups love Hannie Rayson’s Hotel Sorrento, with good reason. It is by a local playwright with resolutely Aussie themes and it features strong roles for women (who make up most of the auditionees in community theatre).
The story centres on the Moynihan sisters who grew up together in the seaside town of Sorrento. Hilary (Alison Jones) still lives in the family home with her father, Wal (Roderick Chappel) and her teenage son, Troy (Mason Frost); Pippa (Michelle Cooper) is a businesswoman visiting from New York; and Meg (Sharenya S Kumar) is a successful writer who has returned from England with her husband, Edwin (James Chappel). When the three sisters are reunited after ten years apart, they feel the constraints of family life and sibling rivalry as ancient grudges and old grievances re-emerge.
Middle sister, Meg, has written a book which is shortlisted for the prestigious Booker Prize, and has set the local community alight. Neighbour, Marg (Chris Perkins) is fascinated by the details within; her friend, Dick (Peter Helft), is offended by what he sees as Meg’s dismissal of her background; and all concerned want to know how much is ‘true to life’ in the semi-autobiographical fiction. Hotel Sorrento is largely about family ties and the reliability of collective memory; the main focus is the relationship between three sisters and who has the right to tell their story, so it is a great positive that these relationships worked well.
Hannie Rayson creates plausible characters, and through their interactions, she layers the text with deeper social concerns. It’s a lot of responsibility, but the trio shoulder it admirably and present a solid grouping, despite some different acting choices. Alison Jones brings a calm patience and warmth to the role of Hilary; her gentle mannerisms a delight to watch as she embodies so much more than she says. Sharenya S. Kumar is a touch melodramatic as Meg; although the flamboyance may suit the character, it feels at times as though she is performing in a different play, or perhaps a musical or pantomime. Much needed naturalism is introduced by Michelle Cooper as Pippa, whose every facial and bodily gesture expresses a range of emotion from frustrated resentment to unbridled amusement.
Alison Jones as Hilary and Michelle Cooper as Pippa
The question of storytelling – who gets to do it and who owns the narrative – is approached from many angles ranging from personal and intimate to political and global, and everyone gets their say. In a 2014 interview, Hannie Rayson explained, “Who has power, how do they wield it and who suffers at the hand of it, are questions [that] always interest me. So I go to the family to explore them. I understand it in a family context. I can take the audience with me on that and make the links between what we understand in our known worlds with how the tensions might express themselves politically, in a bigger national canvas.”
In this production, directed by Kath Buckingham, the impulse to expand every metaphor proves a hindrance. The set (designed by Phil Holmes and Brad Buckingham) is too crowded with all the elements given equal weight and therefore jostling to find space. The conflicted characters in Hotel Sorrento spend a lot of time internalising their thoughts and emotions while gazing out to sea; the surrounding ocean is a strong image with its omnipresent ebbing and flowing and relentless energy, and the scenes on the edges of the stage are those that work best when actors and characters alike are unencumbered by furniture and free from physical and metaphorical restrictions. It would be satisfying to see them given greater release.
Troy (Mason Frost), Hilary (Alison Jones), Edwin (James Chappel), Dick (Peter Helft) and Meg (Sharenya S. Kumar)
Meg and Edwin’s interchanges before they leave England are conducted at the back of the stage with poor lighting and projection, which makes them difficult to see and hear. Similarly the pivotal scene where Hilary connects tenderly with Troy is handled sensitively by both actors but undone by awkward staging. The indoor/ outdoor effect of the porch of the house opening directly onto the dining room/ kitchen is confusing and hampers the speed of action as actors cannot move seamlessly from one location to the next. Lighting changes are slow, with some scenes held for far too long whereas a quick snap change would help with pacing.  Many lines are lengthened and several cues are late leading to dialogue, which should be fast-paced interchanges, instead becoming ponderous and dragging the narrative down.
Sharenya S. Kumar as Meg with James Chappel as Edwin
The theme of cultural cringe is a contentious one. It was a timely topic in 1990, but a quarter of a century later, these lengthy debates seem somewhat unnecessary. The scenes in which Marge and Dick argue over identity and (ex-)patriotism, and their introduction to the family dinner table to swap stereotypical slurs are the weakest moments of the play. This is no fault of the actors (Chris Perkins and Peter Helft handle their expositional roles with charm and commitment), but rather due to the fact that we have moved on to such an extent that these once-fresh discussions now seem tired and clichéd.
Indeed, Hannie Rayson herself said several years ago, “If I were producing the play now for performance, I would cut most of the references to the cultural cringe in relation to Britain. That time has passed… I think Australia has a pretty robust sense of self. The swagger born of insecurity about our cultural worth has all but disappeared”. She continued, “Hotel Sorrento was a play I wrote very early in my writing life. I think it is structurally flawed and expresses much of my inexperience as a dramatist… It was a journey of the soul, and even though I now think it's clunky in part, it's strange because actors, directors and audiences love it. It is my most produced play. It has had hundreds of productions.”

The reasons for that are still clear, and it is largely due to the humanity of the three sisters. Like Chekov’s multi-faceted counterpoints they are flawed and repressed, and often unable to express their feelings for each other and the situations they find themselves in. But they are also bright and funny and deep and complex and we know them; in fact we are them and we are ineffably drawn into their circle of light.

The cast of Hotel Sorrento