I’d love to hear about the family plays, among my picks or just generally, that most resonate with you. In Williams’ words, “how beautiful it is, and how easily it can be broken.” In light of tomorrow’s submissions deadline for Forward’s 2021 monologue festival – which will focus on stories of home – this week’s picks explore why family matters, and why matters involving family can be challenging as well as rewarding, constricting as well as replenishing. All that family can be – as well as the many ways in which we ask far too much of it – has been driven home anew by this tumultuous year, in which most of us have necessarily spent so much more time at home. But it’s also true, as Amanda recognizes, that family often offers a haven in a heartless world. “In these trying times we live in,” says Amanda Wingfield in The Glass Menagerie, “all that we have to cling to – is each other.” Amanda is speaking about family one of the many reasons Tennessee Williams’ play is rightly considered among America’s best is because here and elsewhere, Amanda is both right and spectacularly wrong, a heroine and a figure of ridicule.įamily can’t possibly be and fulfill all that Amanda invests in it. VOLUME 19: SEPTEMBER 30, 2020: FAMILY MATTERS VOLUME 11 | VOLUME 12 | VOLUME 13 | VOLUME 14 | VOLUME 15 | VOLUME 16 | VOLUME 17 | VOLUME 18 VOLUME 1 | VOLUME 2 | VOLUME 3 | VOLUME 4 | VOLUME 5 | VOLUME 6 | VOLUME 7 | VOLUME 8 | VOLUME 9 | VOLUME 10 We hope you'll enjoy his recommendations for the best arts-in-quarantine content. 19 Curated by Advisory Company member Mike FischerĪdvisory Company member Mike Fischer is a dramaturg and former theater critic for the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel.
I tried to change the tone of the piece to give it more of a range of vocalisation but it took too much away from the words and the meaning of the scene.Virtual Arts Guide - Vol. I wanted to show my vocal skills and this speech didn't have enough alternation in pitch or range so it was all kind of monotone. The main reason for this was because the character required a strong American accent, this was a problem for me and I struggled to get the accent. I liked this monologue but I did not choose to use it as one of my final submissions. I think the rest of the play will explain itself. This is our father who left us a long time ago.He was a telephone man who fell in love with long distances he gave up his job with the telephone company and skipped the light fantastic out of town.The last we heard of him was a picture postcard from Mazatlan, on the Pacific coast of Mexico, containing a message of two words - 'Hello - Good-bye!' and no address. There is a fifth character in the play who doesn't appear except in this larger-than-life-size photograph over the mantel. But since I have a poet's weakness for symbols, I am using this character also as a symbol he is the long-delayed but always expected something that we live for. He is the most realistic character in the play, being an emissary from a world of reality that we were somehow set apart from. The other characters are my mother Amanda, my sister Laura and a gentleman caller who appears in the final scenes. I am the narrator of the play, and also a character in it. In memory everything seems to happen to music. Being a memory play, it is dimly lighted, it is sentimental, it is not realistic.
This is the social background of the play. Here there were disturbances of labour, sometimes pretty violent, in otherwise peaceful cities such as Chicago, Cleveland, Saint Louis. Here there was only shouting and confusion. Their eyes had failed them or they had failed their eyes, and so they were having their fingers pressed forcibly down on the fiery Braille alphabet of a dissolving economy. I reverse it to that quaint period, the thirties, when the huge middle class of America was matriculating in a school for the blind. I give you truth in the pleasant disguise of illusion. He gives you illusion that has the appearance of truth. But I am the opposite of a stage magician. "Yes, I have tricks in my pocket, I have things up my sleeve.
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