Directed by Naomi
Newman. (Through March 25. A Traveling Jewish
Theatre, 470 Florida St., San Francisco. Two
hours, 35 minutes. Tickets $25. Call (415) 399-
1809 or visit http://www.atjt.com/).
Deep in his own dark night of the soul, an
Israeli novelist wrestles with the enormity of
the Holocaust. Locked in a Nazi concentration
camp, an old man spins fantastical tales for the
amusement of the camp commandant. Hidden in the
deserted Warsaw Zoo, a band of intrepid
children's-story heroes faces an evil greater
than its members can begin to comprehend.
One story exists fitfully within another in
"See Under: LOVE," Corey Fischer's
astonishing new drama that opened Monday at A
Traveling Jewish Theatre. Adapted from Israeli
writer David Grossman's epic 1989 novel (as
translated by Betsy Rosenberg), the 2 1/2-hour
play pits fact against fancy, imagination against
the imaginative faculty, to probe the nature of
human good and evil.
More than a Holocaust play -- though
"Love" is certainly that -- it's a
captivatingly creative but bracingly bold look
into the depths of the heart where the vengeful
fury of the victim meets the humanity of the
torturer.
Its intricate stories-within-stories structure
is uniquely suited to the troupe's story-theater
style. Director Naomi Newman makes inventive use
of seven terrific actors, a puppet (a striking
man-baby creation by Dennis Ludlow,
vividly manipulated by Joan Mankin) and a few
boards to depict everything from a train or BMW
to a time machine. A dolefully suggestive score
and bracing sound effects by Albert Greenberg
(co-founder of the company with Fischer and
Newman) anchor the action and enlarge the themes.
The raw bulk of the concentration camp looms
over the writer Momik Neuman's book-crammed study
in Richard Olmsted's simply eloquent set. There,
Aaron Davidman's gentle but driven Neuman is
trying to write the story of "the Nazi
Beast" his survivor parents tried to hide
from him as a child -- so obsessed that he
doesn't see how badly he's neglecting his wife (a
patient but fed-up Mankin) and child.
Neuman conjures the story of his interned
great-uncle Anshel Wasserman (played with
stunning stolid weariness and pain by Mark
Samuels), a successful Polish Jewish writer of
children's books under the name Scheherazade.
Like his namesake, Wasserman strikes a bargain
with his captor, camp commandant Kurt Neigel
(Norbert Weisser). But in an "Arabian
Nights" reversal, Wasserman demands that
Neigel kill him at the end of each installment.
No matter how many times he's gassed or shot, the
old fabulist can't die.
The versatile Mankin, Helen Stoltzfus, Julian
Lopez-Morillas and Robert Sicular play the ragged
prisoners (in Todd Roehrman's apt costumes) who
morph into the heartbreakingly sincere heroes of
Wasserman's "Children of the Heart"
books. Stymied to find themselves grown old in
the Nazi-ravaged Warsaw Ghetto, the committed
righters of wrongs must face a more personal
tragedy: The story of a baby who will mature,
grow old and die within a single day as told by
Wasserman as imagined by Neuman. Meanwhile, the
magnetic Weisser takes us relentlessly into the
conflicted heart of the Nazi officer.
This is tough stuff -- beatings, rape,
repeated gunshots to the head -- so vividly
enacted that it's irresistible. What remains a
little unsatisfactory is Fischer's treatment of
Neuman, particularly in regard to his own family,
but for that one may need to read Grossman's
novel. This adaptation makes you not only hunger
to read the book but fearful and exhilarated by
the prospect of doing so.
In related events, Grossman and Fischer are
featured in the City Arts and Lectures series
tonight at Herbst Theatre (call (415) 392-4400).
Grossman will speak at a Holocaust Literature
Conference on Friday at the University of
California at Santa Cruz (call (831) 459-1225)
and at an all-day symposium, "The Future of
the Holocaust: Storytelling, Oppression and
Identity," Sunday at Yerba Buena Center for
the Arts (call (415) 399-1809).
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