Brian Sutherland and Robin Abramson in GHOST WRITER at Riverside Theatre
By PAM HARBAUGH
Riverside Theatre turns down the volume and ratchets up the intellect in its production of “Ghost-Writer,” performing now on the Waxlax Stage.
It is a slow, studied play and Riverside’s production has a properly strong emphasis on restraint. In fact, it’s not until all the layers are peeled away and a final lighting cue bursts forth that the audience may feel the most thrilled. It is in that final moment when the audience experiences the deeper rumblings of emotions in characters so repressed by their era. Indeed, in the careful hands of director Allen D. Cornell, this slight, ephemeral thrill becomes a most unusual bit of catharsis.
Written by Michael Hollinger, “Ghost-Writer” is set in 1919 and is a mystery, examining a number of themes, including: The exacting world of writing, the metaphysical, the disregard of a woman’s own creative voice, and finally, romantic awakening in an era of strict self-control.
In it, handsome and famous author, Franklin Woolsey hires prim bookish secretary Myra Barbbage to type what he dictates. Her hands fly like busy bees over the keys. A discussion of a semi-colon versus a full stop soon ensues and she becomes immediately invaluable to the novelist.
“He would provide the words, and I would provide the punctuation,” she says.
Their relationship grows richer. Myra knows instinctively what he is about to say and will finish his thoughts on paper before he dictates them.
Not pleased with this relationship is Woolsey’s wife, Vivian, a woman with confidence and curves to spare. Although pleased that Myra is not as womanly as she, Vivian nevertheless is bothered by their special relationship and assumes a watchful eye.
Hollinger immediately establishes that Woolsey dies and that Myra is speaking to an unseen fourth character, a bit evocative of “A Telltale Heart.” And indeed, like that Edgar Allan Poe classic, this unravels slowly…oh so slowly…yet certainly not as grimly. But we do come to learn that she believes the author’s spirit dictates to her in the quest to finish what will be his greatest work.
But make no mistake, this is not Noel Coward’s “Blithe Spirit” filled with an interloping presence. Indeed, the “ghost” haunts like all those who have left our lives.
“What is a ghost but a vivid memory appearing when we least expect it,” Myra says.
What fills this drama is the recollection of the author/secretary/wife relationship and the revelation of the power of the creative force all wrapped up in painful Edwardian restraint.
We are left with the question, is her writing indeed metaphysical or, more probable, the work of a gifted woman whose voice would have been silenced in 1919.
This deliberate, studied exploration of character is common to Hollinger’s other plays, including “Opus,” which concerns a string quartet, and “An Empty Plate in the Café du Grand Boeuf,” which concerns in part Ernest Hemingway and had a glorious production at Riverside Theatre two seasons ago.
But if you thought you had to pay attention with those two plays, and perhaps know a bit about classical music and literary allusions to reap the riches, you’ll have even more to do here.
As it is from the point of view of Myra, this one-act play turns into a dramatic etude. The audience must stay alert, read between the lines, observe the nuances (in lighting and costuming as well), listen to the eloquent silences. Only then will you cash in on the payoff as the play eventually accelerates, landing you in the lap of joyful creation and then pulling you back again into proper decorum.
As Myra, the petite Robin Abramson is a powerhouse. She maintains the formality of the period while summoning up an abundant but restrained emotional core as well as typing wizardry. (Throughout 90 minutes of ultra fast typing, she jammed the keys of the ancient typewriter only once, but the actors were at the ready for such an occurrence.)
Brian Sutherland brings to the stage a tender, well-rounded portrayal of Woolsey, turning him into such a romantic soul, yearning, perhaps finding, but never acting on what is in front of him except, perhaps, in a ghostly form.
Adding necessary conflict is Vivian Woolsey, played with understandable menace by Kim Cozort Kay. Dressed in Anna Hillbery’s feminine costumes, she brings a sensuous presence to the stage.
Cornell, who is also the scenic designer, sets the production in the round, amplifying the idea that the audience is examining the relationship and the truth at its core. Although, no doubt more of the audience would like to see the moment where the writer and the secretary acknowledge their feelings. Nevertheless, as he did with “An Empty Plate,” Cornell employs a pristine director’s style. But differing from some of the antics in “An Empty Plate,” here Cornell maintains a slow, steady pace, putting at front Hollinger’s carefully crafted play and Abramson’s tour de force performance.
Lighting designer Sarah Jean Elliott gives exquisite poetry to the pacing here, establishing the sense of a gathering storm, which is the story’s central metaphor. The shadow of clouds moves across Myra’s face in time with her testimony, as it were, as the storm threatens to open up and pour. Elliott’s final lighting touch will steal your breath away. Josh Maywood’s sound design of the distant storm is subtle and establishes nuanced mood.
Hollinger said in a recent interview with DC Theatre Scene that he was inspired to write the play by his mother’s death in 2006 and how his father was adjusting to “the hole that my Mom left behind.” He was further influenced by a story about the history of the typewriter in which he learned about Henry James’ secretary Theodora Bosanquet claiming that she had finished James’ last book after his death.
“Ghost-Writer” certainly stays true to what Hollinger refers to as the “presence of absence.” It is taut, with precise, writerly language. And although it demands careful attention from the audience, “Ghost-Writer” will satisfy those who like more exactly wrought drama that sets the stage for examination and discussion.
SIDE O’ GRITS: “Ghost-Writer” runs through April 14 on the Waxlax Stage at Riverside Theatre, 3250 Riverside Park Drive, Vero Beach, FL. Tickets are $55. Call 772-231-6990 or visit RiversideTheatre.com or click on their ad.
This is an edited version of a story running in Vero News.