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Sunday 13th November 2011
An Interview with Tom Wells

An Interview with Tom Wells

Tom’s play, The Kitchen Sink, is the first recipient of the Simon Gray Award at the Bush Theatre, which each year supports a new piece of writing. The Kitchen Sink runs from 16th November to 17th December at the Bush Theatre.

For more details and to book tickets, visit the Bush Theatre website.

How did The Kitchen Sink come about?

It was commissioned by The Bush, while I was doing something at the Arcola. I was invited to the Bush, and we had a little chat where I told them what my idea was, and then I went away and wrote it. It was all quite straight forward, really.

What idea did you start with?

I wanted to write a play about a family who were quite nice to each other. Lots of people write about families who are nasty to each other, but that’s not what I know. When I showed it to my Dad he said, ‘there’s a lot of home in this, Tom’. But it’s the only family I have, and you have to write about what you know. In fact, all my plays are set around Withernsea, near Hull, and quite domestic.

How did The Bush help you develop the play?

I did the first draft and then got a few notes from Josie [Rourke – Artistic Director of The Bush]. The material was all there in the first draft, but there was no plot to speak of. It was just people sitting around.  Josie suggested how I could bring out certain things. Like the milk float goes wrong in the autumn – in the first draft it happened out of nowhere. Josie suggested making more of it, and so there is the bit of the milk float on the sink at the start. She taught me about planting something if you want it to happen later on or at the end. In the first draft I didn’t really explain lots of things. One bit I added is a scene between Billy and Martin when Billy gets accepted to art school. I realised that I’d never explained that Billy got accepted in the first draft. But it gave the opportunity to have a scene with his Dad, which is good because it gives that extra connection at the end.

What plays or playwrights have influenced you?

I’ve always loved the kitchen sink plays. They’re the things that I read first, when I started training to be a playwright. Look Back in Anger  - Osborne,  Delaney etc. And I think one of the main things they’ve done is to lead to a type of TV comedy – things like The Royle Family, Gavin & Stacey and Mike Leigh. It’s very detailed.  When I started I thought I might play with the genre a bit. I like the idea of writing a kitchen sink play where the sink is a character, as a kind of tribute. I thought of writing a year in the life of a kitchen sink, and it has become that in a way. Pete is there as an outsider to the kitchen sink set-up, as someone who doesn’t have a family and misses what everyone else in the play has. But it’s also quite handy that he’s training to be a plumber, so he can actually fix the sink.

So is it a happy family?

They are a functioning family – it works – but they’re not very good at talking to each other. Everyone has a thing that they want to do, and everyone apart from Martin is doing that at the end. Martin is doing what he wants to do at the beginning, but the world changes around him and leaves him behind.  A lot of the scenes I’ve still no idea if they’re sad or funny. I hope both. The milk float being towed away is the best example of that. We’ve done readings, but I don’t know yet how each bit will play.

The difficulties the characters face in the play reflect a lot of the problems in the country as a whole at the moment. Was that deliberate?

I don’t think it’s a case of trying to create a contemporary story, you just do. It’s just a particular set of circumstances. Withernsea is a small place. When Woolworths closes or a Tesco opens it has a big effect. There aren’t that many alternatives. It’s not easy to get another job. And the milkman is an iconic figure – someone who has a small business in a community, and that’s gone. That really affects a small community. It’s a family of quite independent people. What Martin likes about being a milkman is that it’s sociable, and he feels valuable. Sophie is similar, though she has a different skill. Kath’s got a different attitude to work. What she’s good at is being a mum. Being a lollipop lady and a dinner lady is just a job.

How are the rehearsals going?

They’re a good laugh. Everyone has a family, so it’s easy for it to come alive. Everyone has their specific roles. When Lisa, who is playing the Mum, first started rehearsing with the set she immediately started being a Mum, instinctively getting things out of cupboards and things.

The play has changed a bit too. You don’t want to make things obvious when you’re writing it, but then you realise in rehearsals that things need to be made clearer. You can keep refining it. But some things never quite work properly. You have to respond to what happens in rehearsals. For example, I knew I wanted Peter to be from somewhere else, and we have him coming from Preston because that’s where the actor playing him is from. So that’s involved changing the script a bit. But a play is never quite finished.

How did you start writing plays?

I did a course at the West Yorkshire Playhouse. It was the first time I’ve ever met other writers, or seen new plays. I didn’t really like theatre before then, I didn’t get it. When I finished uni I went back home. I dropped out of training to be a teacher, did some brief, disastrous temping, then worked in a cafe. The West Yorkshire Playhouse did this thing called, So You Want to be a Writer? You didn’t have to have written a play, just write a letter about why you want to be a writer. I just wrote about the rubbish jobs I’d had, and got accepted. Then we wrote a short play, and some of us then wrote a longer play. Then someone decided to take my play [Me, As a Penguin] on tour.  That’s how I started.

What’s next?

Now I’m working on some short films for Channel 4, and a commission for Paines Plough and the Hull Truck.

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Monday 1st August 2011
Winner of the 2011 Simon Gray prize at Portsmouth Grammar School
Many congratulations to Peter Rapp, who is the first winner of the Simon Gray prize at Portsmouth Grammar School. The prize is awarded to a student at Simon Gray’s alma mater who has demonstrated particular achievement in English or Drama.

Here is an example of Peter’s work.

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Wednesday 8th June 2011
Butley Trivia
In Simon Gray’s 1993 film Unnatural Pursuits, Alan Bates, who played Butley in the original production in 1971, has a conversation with a limousine passenger, played by Nathan Lane, who went on to play Butley on Broadway in 2006. In the same episode, Bates takes a cab driven by Wendell Pierce, co-star of the HBO series The Wire with Dominic West, the latest actor to play Butley.

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Friday 4th March 2011
Christopher Morahan in Conversation with Colin MacCabe

An interview with Christopher Morahan

The television, film and theatre director talks to Colin MacCabe about his career and collaborations with Simon Gray

December 2010

Colin MacCabe: Christopher Morahan is one of the most successful directors of post war British theatre and television and also had a very considerable career as an administrator in both.  You obviously made a choice for theatre very early in your career. When was your first attraction to acting and producing and directing?

Christopher Morahan: I think it started in the dramatics society at school. The biggest part I ever played was Mrs Dubedat in The Doctor’s Dilemma at the age of thirteen. I was going to be an architect. My father was an artist and a film designer and producer; he and I had always fancied the idea of my being an architect, but towards the end of my national service, at the ripe age of 20, I became impatient at the notion of it. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to make my living as an architect for seven years, so I wrote to him and said look I think I really would like to be a film director. Which was in a sense rather absurd but nevertheless quite feasible because my uncle was in it, my mother had been as well and so on and so forth, even my grandfather at one time worked in the plasterer’s shop, in one of the Elstree studios. And he said fine. I thought I was going to come up against a parental refusal, or shall we say disapproval. But he said no, no. But he said: “You ought to ask some advice about this”. So he put me on to Thorold Dickinson, a really marvellous English director – film director – who had worked with my father a number of times. And I asked his advice and he said: don’t go into the film industry. It’s a craft business, and in a way it’s a slightly closed shop. Find out about acting and plays. Then you’ll be able to see really where you want to go. So I wrote to a lot of repertory theatres and got no reply. And I decided to hitchhike around the home counties. There used to be a repertory in every small town, in the south of England, and I got a job at Henley-on-Thames. I worked there in weekly rep for about nine months and thereafter I was very fortunate, I went to a very good theatre school. I went to the Old Vic Theatre School, which was headed by Michel Saint-Denis, and George Devine. I had two years of that and worked one summer vacation for Percy Harris, Motley, as an assistant designer on the Orson Welles Othello, and the following year did research for George Devine when he was doing Volpone in Stratford. So I had an introduction to big theatre, but decided not to become a director directly because I wanted more experience, so I worked for a time as a stage manager. But I found the theatre at that time pretty dreadful, dominated by the well-made play. I’m talking about the early 50s. In the mid 50s I decided it might be more interesting to go into television, so I went to the BBC and became an assistant floor manager. When I said I wanted to be a director they said, it’s not possible. Couldn’t possibly have you as a director because we always get our directors from the film industry or the theatre or from broadcasting. Four months later I doubled my salary going to ATV, as a floor manager. But then I had the good fortune to be one of the floor managers on a soap which immediately became a national event – not my working for them – but it became a national event, Emergency Ward 10. It ran for about 30 years and I floor managed episodes two, four and six and directed episode nine, I think it was.

Emergency Ward 10

MacCabe: So that was your first outing as a director……

CM: Yes, yes that’s right. I went to the boss of ATV, and I said look I’d like to be a director, and he said start in three weeks. No training at all. But it was marvellous. I did eighty of them in two years.…

MacCabe: One has the sensation hearing people talk about those early years, when ITV opened up and the BBC responded to it, that it was an extraordinarily adventurous moment.

CM: It was like the wild west. If you rode into town and only had a pair of pistols you could get a job. Or nerve to say I want to be a director – they said fine, ok start. And ITV did revolutionise television in this country. The BBC was very conservative, dull, most of the people had been there for rather too long and they used to do a big play on Sundays, and then they’d go back on Thursdays to repeat it. Whereas at ITV a number of very bright people came, notably from Canada, because American television – New York television in the 50s was remarkably strong – that’s where the centre of television drama was in America, it hadn’t gone to California at that time, it was New York, United States Steel Hour and so on and a number of distinguished and highly regarded people started there at that time. You know – George Roy Hill and Sidney Lumet and Franklin Schaffner: considerable figures, and good writing, very good writing indeed. And that was imported to ABC when Sidney Newman came over. Sydney Newman who had been running CBC drama in Toronto. And he brought over a number of directors – Ted Kotcheff, for instance. Charles Jarrott. And he recruited Alan Cooke and Philip Saville over here. And it was a must. Every Sunday evening we would be in to watch Armchair Theatre. It was a revelation, what could be done in 52 minutes, exciting plays, good acting, good story telling. And they set a mark to which one aspired. In the fullness of time, three or four years, I became a freelance, and went to the BBC to do Z Cars, and then increasingly, during the 60s, I found myself working more and more at the BBC. I enjoyed literate plays, and liked, particularly the range that was suddenly open to us when BBC 2 was created. A season of George Orwell, for instance – Coming up for Air and Keep the Aspidistra Flying – and two plays by de Montherlant – you know, strange thing to do, but I found them fascinating – The Master of Santiago and Malatesta

MacCabe: How was what is now called the commissioning process? How did something get to the screen?

CM: Well, Sydney created three departments: a Series department, Serials department and a Plays department. Each of which was the creative home for up to about a dozen producers. A producer, with the script editor, would submit ideas to his Head of Department, and then up to the head of drama. It was an extraordinarily simple system. The controllers at the time were audacious –Hugh Greene the director general, had created a sense of change and excitement at the BBC, particularly when, BBC 2 started, allowed it to look for a very, very rich mix. A number of young people came in to television. Ken Loach, Waris Hussein, John McKenzie for instance, – it was a lovely time, one could do practically anything. Out of that I had the good fortune to work very closely with John Hopkins, and I did a couple of his plays, and then he showed me the script of Talking to a Stranger. And Talking to a Stranger was a kind of milestone for me, with Judi Dench and Michael Bryant –it was a critical success. Very painful, very, very painful. Television had been a kind of blunt instrument, at that point – you broadcast what you’d made in the studio. Gradually as video tape editing became more common place, Ken Loach drove a horse and cart through the BBC system. You weren’t supposed to film a drama unless some part of it could be made in the studio. So he did about four scenes in the studio for Up the Junction. and with Tony Imi just went and shot stuff on 16mm, and of course the BBC engineers had all been saying – you can’t have 16mm, you’ve got to have 35.

Up the Junction

Well, he challenged that, and brought back Up the Junction and Cathy Come Home, which were just astonishing. And suddenly one felt television was the place where things were happening. It became vividly exciting. I think at that time Dennis Potter was asked to do one of his first Wednesday plays. And Laurence Olivier was starting the National Theatre, and Dennis said what is all this fuss about a national theatre? The National Theatre exists here, it’s here in the BBC that we are talking to the nation. It’s a dialogue, and before recording, home recording, we had this phenomenon, you know, the water cooler phenomenon, that everybody saw the same programme, and they talked about it the next day, and it was that kind of dialogue between an excited audience, sometimes a shocked audience, and sometimes shocked critics, that the directors, and the actors and the writers and, this goes back to Sydney, the script editors and the producers, and a whole generation of writers began to write and treat television seriously. By this time, of course, George Devine at the Royal Court had changed attitudes in the theatre. The angry young men – John Osborne, Harold Pinter – were also doing exciting things in the theatre. So it was a most lively time. I had no sense of moving away from television, except that I was rung up one day by Peter Hall who said look would you like to come and direct a play at the RSC – Little Murders at the Aldwych. Peter had seen Talking to a Stranger. He said, it’s family drama, this business about talking to strangers. Little Murders is it’s all about families. Well of course Little Murders wasn’t a family drama, it was the most savage political satire about New York and about American violence. But it was marvellous to do, and suddenly my life changed, suddenly I had the opportunity of working in the theatre.

MacCabe: That wasn’t a normal career path, was it? It’s one of the things that’s very striking about your career is, certainly from that moment on, you’re working as much in theatre as in television.

CM: Alan Bridges, who was a magnificent television director was asked at the same time by Peter, and did a production in the same season. But he didn’t stay with it. He had a different kind of ambition. He had an ambition to go to Hollywood. He kept himself at arms length from theatre, I think. But not many people in television did actually cross over to the theatre. Ted Kotcheff did a very good production – the first production – of Progress to the Park, the Alun Owen play, at Stratford East. Bill Hayes, a very interesting and lively director, did a lovely play called Close the Coalhouse Door which came out of Newcastle, which was also very fine, very fine indeed. But it was exceptional – no, not exceptional, that makes it seem too important, but we were the exception.

MacCabe: Can I just take you back to Talking to a Stranger for a moment. For plays of over an hour and 15 minutes each,  how long did it take you to make it? What was the process? How was such a long, serious, difficult drama commissioned?

Talking to a Stranger

CM: It was commissioned by Cedric Messina, and the script editor was a writer called James Brabazon, and they always knew it was going to be four ninety minuters. It seemed to be perfectly possible, because the BBC was ambitious at that time. The financial climate was continually good, because of BBC 2 audiences grew, and then of course the clincher was impending colour, there was an extra levy to get a colour licence. The BBC income during the 60s and 70s, and ITV too, was buoyant. So a great many risks were taken, both in ITV and at the BBC. There was no real risk in taking four times 90 minute plays. It was a lovely time, we had four weeks rehearsal, and then one would go into the studio for three days, and then edit afterwards, so I suppose the whole thing took about – probably about four and half months – it was possible, everybody really thought it was a reasonable thing to do.

MacCabe: It was a huge critical hit, even at the time. Were you aware of that as you were making it? Did you think this was something really extraordinary?

CM: I didn’t know it was going to be a hit, but I did know while doing it, that it was very worthwhile. I remember one particular day when I was rehearsing with Maurice Denham, Michael Bryant and Judi Dench, a long scene, in the very painful third episode. And I said, I think I’d rather like to work in the theatre. I really do want to work in the theatre. Because of the intelligence, the concern for character, the value of the material, the discovery of it, the whole process seemed to have a depth to it, which I found immensely rewarding. So when Peter Hall – well, I pinched myself,  to be rung up by Peter Hall – to come and do a play. And I leapt at it.

MacCabe: You were a very successful director, working both in television and the theatre. And then you become Head of Plays for BBC in 1972. That looks like quite an unusual step. Did it seem an unusual step at the time?

CM: Huw Wheldon had tried to get me to go there earlier. And I turned him down. I said no I’m going to be a film director. And I made a couple of films which were terribly unsuccessful. So you say, alright, ok, you go on. And then it came again, the request, whether you would come along to be Head of Plays. I’d been frustrated by some elements of the climate at the BBC. And I felt alright, I will do it, but for a limited time, not on the staff, but on a contract, because I felt it was a tribute to the talent that there was around, you know amongst the directors and the producers, that they should recruit somebody from the making part of it. And I thought yes, I’ll do this, and I’ll do it for a limited time, and I did for three – four years. And Jimmy Cellan Jones, who succeeded me, who had been a superb director, particularly of serials, had exactly the same attitude. It’s rather like saying, if it’s our turn to take responsibility, there may be an influence we can have historically over events, to continue to make the kind of television we believed should be made.

MacCabe: If you look back to those four years, what are the real high points? What are the things that you say – I did that!

CM: Yes, there are three directors that seem to figure very much in that. Alan Clarke – who I asked to do The Love-Girl and Innocent – by Solzhenitsyn – and he did it superbly, quite marvellously. He created a gulag in a Norfolk aerodrome in the winter. The continued work of Stephen Frears, who was looked after marvellously by a very good producer, Innes Lloyd. He did a whole number of really lovely films for us. Humane and moving. Most particularly working with Alan Bennet. And Ken  – Ken Loach and with Tony Garnett. Because Ken – Ken wanted to continue his radical position. There was one occasion when Tony approached me he said, look Ken’d like to do three plays by Jim Allen about the Labour party between 1919 and 1926. I’d read the first one – it’d been knocking around for some time – and I said, no, no, no it doesn’t really go very far. But, no he said, no Allen wants to write three plays about the history. And we went to Paul Fox, Controller at BBC 1, and said we’d very much like to do this – it’s outside the offers, it’s outside the agreed amount we’re going to do next year, would you be able to find some money for us, would you support us? And he listened to us, and he said, yes, do it. Simple.

MacCabe: And that was Days of Hope?

CM: Days of Hope. Which was extraordinary. A marvellous film. But it was done  – Huw was livid. Huw Wheldon said why do you always do these films, which run down the English. No, no. It’s going to be very, very good. He said it’ll never be repeated –ever. And it was of course. It turned out to be a masterpiece.

MacCabe: So you’ve come to the end of your period of taking your turn, and you become much more closely allied with the National Theatre.

CM: Yes. I wrote to Peter Hall and said, look you’re starting at the National Theatre. Can I be part of it? When I’d done Little Murders, the RSC said would you like to do a play in Stratford next summer, and I said no I’m doing this film, and the film was no good. I was very grateful to Peter for the opportunity he’d given me, and liked working with him, he was a very good producer. And also my wife was an actor in the company at the time – she was in John Gabriel Borkman – my second wife – my first wife had died about four years previously. So I wrote to Peter and said can I come. And he said yes. I worked there for about four years. It was exactly what I wanted to do. At the end I said I wanted to go and make something of my own, because being a selfless administrator in the theatre is up to a point very exciting, but after that you actually want to go out and make your own thing. Actually, two things happened very, very close to each other. One that Jeremy Isaacs asked me to go to Channel Four, and I said no I’m not I’m going to be making something in India – the Paul Scott – and he said, OK fine, who shall I have? And I said, well, why don’t you try David Rose? He said David Rose? I said yes.

MacCabe: A little bit of history written.

CM: David knows about it. And, yes, it was one of the nicest recommendations I’ve ever given in my life. Because he’s a fine man, David, absolutely fine man. And of course was the producer of Z Cars, I’d known him for some years. But anyway – I did the Indian thing.

MacCabe: Yes, let’s talk just a little bit about Jewel in the Crown. You had an urge to go and do something yourself?

CM: Yes. By chance I’d been given the books at Christmas time. And my new in-laws were ex-India – Anna’s father had been a colonel, no he’d risen to the rank of colonel, but he’d been a captain in the lancers, in the Indian army, and I looked at the family photos, and I found a vanished world. You remember there was a very good documentary programme called One Pair of Eyes. There was one interview with a memsahib, which I remember acutely, and she said when I came to the station and the CO’s wife interviewed me, she said – you know you’re going to lose some of your children. And I was fascinated by that. By what people did, to go a long long way, to rule this vast place, and the prices they probably had to pay. So when then I read the books – and I found them fascinating too because they had an alternative view to the received Empire view of our rule in India, and Ken Taylor had been asked to do six scripts, for Granada, and somebody else had been asked to do the other six. I wrote to the producer, Irene Shubik, and said that I’d like to be the lead director. And she said yes. I knew the people at Granada well and had done a number of plays there. So I did some spadework just finding out about what it was like in India when they made Staying On. Silvio Narizzano had made that in India with Trevor Howard. And I did a report for them, and the long and the short of it was they asked me to produce. They were marvellous stories, and I said yes I’d do this, as long as I’m able to choose the director I work with, and also I want you to commission Ken to do further six scripts. And they did. And it now had a unity to it. I asked a director who had an excellent film in Ireland, in Londonderry – Derry – Shadows on Our Skin – Jim O’Brien. And he leapt at it, and we became good friends, and good partners, and it was a really rewarding experience.

MacCabe: That must have taken a little more than four and a half months.

CM: It took about three and a half years.

MacCabe: We now approach the period, or at least I think we approach the period when you meet and work with Simon – we certainly approach the period when you worked with Simon, but when did you first meet him?

CM: I think I met him when I was Head of Plays – there were two plays that Ken Trodd, when I’d asked him to join the plays department, there are two plays by Simon Gray. They were terribly good. Two Sundays and Plaintiffs and Defendants.

Two Sundays

Human and witty and compassionate, and they were done beautifully. I met Simon then. And then at the National he was doing – there was a play of his, Close of Play, which had a rather sad history – in that Peggy Ashcroft – they were in the Lyttlelton, I was running the Lyttelton at the time – Peggy Aschcoft broke her Achilles tendon, and wasn’t able to play – a lot of conversations at the theatre about whether they should go on with the understudy. It was about ten days before they should have opened. And the decision was to go ahead. And I think it was the wrong decision, and I said so at the time, and I think Simon agreed with me. So I met him then and it was about two years later that Duncan Weldon put on Melon at the Haymarket, and obviously he had talked it through with Simon and I was asked to direct it. With Alan Bates.

Plaintiffs and Defendants

MacCabe: So Melon was the first play that you directed, all the films come in the period just after that?

CM: Yup.

MacCabe: So, directing Alan Bates – what was that like?

CM: It was a delight. Charming, and brave, audacious. Funny. Serious. He was frightfully good in Melon. Simon did re-write it. We’ll probably talk about that later – Simon’s desire to continually work on his material was always fascinating – it comes up again and again in Unnatural Pursuits – wants a few changes to the first act, or the second act, or the first scene of the first act, or the second scene of the first act, and so on and so forth. He wanted to re-work Melon, make it an interior play, and he did that in America, but I didn’t do the production in the West End with Simon Callow, as far as I can recollect – called –

MacCabe: The Holy Terror

CM: The Holy Terror– that’s right. We didn’t actually work together until Kenith Trodd asked me, he said look, there’s this BBC film called Porker –

MacCabe: Before we get on to Porker, which I think will be a change of title – working on Melon, did Simon work very closely with the director, did he come into the theatre a lot? What was the working process, was he sitting there scribbling notes all the time?

CM: He would come after lunch. And because he and Alan knew each other very well, because of Butley, that seemed to be acceptable – he came, you know, when he could, during the day, he wouldn’t write notes. He would just listen, and make observations, and talk to us, and maybe issue us new pieces of script to work on. But he was very close to us, which was fine as far as I was concerned, but it was interesting that when he came to do television, he wouldn’t come at all. He found filming boring.

MacCabe: Well I can’t say I disagree with him actually. The director’s always having a great time, but everybody else is bored stiff.

CM: Absolutely, waiting while the company decides where the camera’s going to be, and then they’re putting up lights and things of that nature, and they’re measuring things, you know. For heaven’s sake, what can a writer do then? You know. It takes you an hour and a half to set up a new scene – oh gosh! – you’d much prefer to be at home, writing another play.

MacCabe: So, you did Melon, and then Ken Trodd comes and says what about Porker. Tell me the history of Porker.

CM: Porker – yes. I mean, it was a very pleasing one. A very enjoyable film, and we had a superb cameraman, and as usual, as I discovered with Simon, we shot quite a lot of material which we never used. Because – Simon was continually working on his material –

MacCabe: So he didn’t come to the set but he was sending you new versions?

CM: No he allowed us to make the film as written, but he edited his film material continuously. That is, he says – look, drop that, don’t need that, don’t need that, change orders – things of that nature. He always liked shifting things round. One had to be absolutely aware of that and totally unfussed by it, because if that’s what he wanted to do, that’s what we would do. Because there was a whole sequence in Porker – which I said was a rotten title, and he said oh well think of another one, so I said, After Pilkington –

MacCabe: So that’s how it became After Pilkington –

After Pilkington

CM: That’s right, yes. Porker – I said, no. The play’s about a man called Porker – or Piglet – but After Pilkington is more interesting. Particularly in Italian, because we had the good fortune to win the Italia prize, and I’ve got a little poster in the downstairs loo and it says ‘Dopo Pilkington’. And people think – what is ‘Dopo Pilkington’? And I say, well that’s what it is.

MacCabe: Let me probe you just a little bit more. You get the script –

CM: Yes.

MacCabe: Ken Trodd comes to you and says here’s a script I want to make.

CM: Yes.

MacCabe: At what stage does all this editing and rewriting take place? Is it being biked down to the set, or is it happening after you’ve shot the film?

CM: After we’ve shot the film.

MacCabe: Ah, so then he was very closely involved in the editing with you?

CM: Oh yes, yes, I mean he’d see the first assembly. Yes. There was – if you recollect, in After Pilkington there’s a very brief sequence between the young boy – the young Porker, and his playmate girl. He puts her to bed and he kisses her. There was another of the boy witnessing what possibly was a sexual encounter in a little shed somewhere, and there were quite a lot of them playing in the woods, and things of that nature, and Simon said – we don’t need that. It’s simply unnecessary. I don’t need this. Particularly when you actually see images up on the screen. What is it like without? I always found Simon a marvellously hands on author in the editing process. And the BBC was marvellously liberal about running times. There was a time when people said all plays have to last one hour and fifteen minutes, or one hour and a half or whatever – or on ITV 57 minutes, because of the commercial break. But at the BBC you just delivered the play. Ken was able to say, this is the film we’ve made. This is the film the author wants. And it’s that we should be broadcasting. And the BBC was honourable and very straight forward and accepted every single one of those because it happened again and again. Simon was severe with himself, he was continually writing, you know, as he finds himself not making television films he starts to write these absolutely masterly diaries. The act of writing is the vital one. Sitting at the desk and writing it. Typing it or whatever he did. Led to his extraordinary night life, like an owl. He wrote massively in the middle of the night. Just himself, his mind and his intelligence. And you think of  The Common Pursuit, think about how many times that was altered and changed.

MacCabe: So, After Pilkington, we may come back to. The Common Pursuit is the next one – because there’s Old Flames –

CM: Yes I think I made Old Flames before Common Pursuit, I don’t think that changed a great deal. There was always the threat of change. If something didn’t work, he would be very ruthless. With himself. He wasn’t necessarily passing judgement on what we did. But in actual fact with himself. Though in Old Flames I don’t think there was any wastage, you understand. Though you shouldn’t actually think of it as wastage. It’s part of the process.

MacCabe: After Pilkington is a play which as it were has at least a surface of social realism, even if it’s accentuated to a very sharp point. But Old Flames is almost in another register entirely, isn’t it?

Old Flames

CM: I know. It’s fantastic, a tale. It isn’t a piece of naturalism at all. The last five minutes of Old Flames is extraordinary. A man is resurrected. Made up. He plays as he’s never played before. But does he exist?  Is he there? Is it his ghost? We don’t know. Don’t ask – we mustn’t ask questions. We just accept that he’s there and he’s playing the violin. And there is music, there’s lights suddenly through this window. And when Stephen [Fry] leaves the room he goes to join his wife who’s just had twins in the next room. So everything was suddenly condensed at that time without explanation, and for us too – it’s like a La Douanier Rousseau – is he painting a forest, or is he painting an imaginary world? And it’s that capacity that Simon had for creating that imaginary world that I think is one of the most rewarding things about him as a writer. I think it marks his originality. And I think that Kenith Trodd – the producer – we must credit him for creating a climate in which his work would be understood and interpreted by a number of people. Particularly Udayan Prasad – whose marvellous production of They Never Slept, a kind of barmy and vivid picture of wartime England and the secret services, and also Running Late, which was not made by Trodd, it was made by Verity Lambert at ITV. It was that kind of richness which stood out in a naturalistic world. And I responded to that hugely. So when we came to do The Common Pursuit – it doesn’t have any of that at all. But it recurs again in Unnatural Pursuits, partly to do with the nature of his narrative and the absurd things that happened to him, and also I think probably – Simon would cringe if I mentioned this – he’d say it was a lot of nonsense –  but nevertheless Dennis Potter had gone down a similar path. I’m thinking of Pennies from Heaven – a remarkable piece of work, in that case using his Al Bowlly music, and that particular notion, that particular musical notion which was very much part of Dennis’s background.

Pennies from Heaven

I don’t think that Simon had that kind of anchor, it was to do with his imagination. The use of songs in Unnatural Pursuits is I think largely to do with musicals, the Hollywood tradition that people, if they’re dancing – you know Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly move from speech to song in a kind of elegant simple way, you know that Fred Astaire’s going to sing in a moment, because something happens in the pitch of his voice, and you say ha ha it’s going to happen. There’s a marvellous song where he makes love to a woman in the room below by dancing on the carpet, with such delicacy. We owe something to the Americans for their audacity –modern musicals, have been used by them with such delight and delicacy – telling stories. And we tried that in Unnatural Pursuits. One group of critics said “silly little tunes”, but what the hell. I watched it the other day, and I laughed at it. I laughed at it because it seemed to me to be doing what he wanted to do, which was to entertain, and also it is an act of homage to the world which he was part of. The use of song. I remember he’d been to see Carousel at the National Theatre, and he said it’s the best thing I’ve ever seen in the theatre. He was moved. I think that brings us, really nearly up to date.

MacCabe: Well no, I’ve got one or two questions. First of all about Old Flames. You say you didn’t ask any questions. But did you not ask any questions about the end?

CM: No.

MacCabe: You just shot it as written –

CM: As it was written. I assumed – by that time I knew him well enough. I don’t think he’s made a mistake. He just believes there is such love generated when the sister explains, and Stephen’s character learns about his own guilt and responsibility for the situation, and she says I want you to come upstairs and say goodbye to him. We’ve heard cries of pain and sadness – clearly he’s died. But when we see him actually resurrected, we both of us see what he really wanted. To be admired. And that makes the whole story so poignant, to see that done. And at that time we’re, shall we say, two minutes thirty seconds away from the end titles, I’m not going bother about whether people are going to go with it, because they’re not going to turn it off, they’re going to go with it and perhaps enjoy its other worldliness as a mater of fact. Quite magical, and I didn’t ask the question, I just did it.

MacCabe: And then we go back to a very different naturalism, which is The Common Pursuit.

The Common Pursuit

CM: Yes, yes. I’m much less happy with what I did with The Common Pursuit. I looked at it yesterday again. And I felt that I’d treated it – slightly sentimentally. And I think that if I’d – given a chance, if God would give me again a chance of going over I think I would ask Ken, and I’d say I’ll re-edit it and I’ll cut ten minutes out of it. But only because of storytelling. I think that I was sometimes too discursive. I didn’t go to university. I didn’t know Cambridge – I mean the only one that I knew anything about was the one in After Pilkington – and I had a girlfriend at Lady Margaret Hall, and I climbed over walls of other people’s colleges and things of that nature, but I wasn’t there myself. I was in weekly rep. I didn’t have first hand experience of that world in any way. I look at it and I say, no I think its a bit obvious. I think we’re just spending too much time – we’re talking seconds. We’re talking milliseconds. We’re talking about ten frames, things of that nature, all the time, I thought – no, just do this, just a little bit quicker – and don’t strive to make us all undertstand and take part in it. Just be quick and light and truthful. I think that McNally – he was superb. Very, very good. But the interesting thing is that maybe – am I taking responsibility for something that’s never quite worked? Because you could say if you look back at all the history of The Common Pursuit – is it something – well, he parodies it of course in Unnatural Pursuits, and in his books, he keeps on talking about it – just want to do a little more work on the second scene of the first act. That play I suspect is more personal to him than the others. Others are kind of imaginative notions, but  The Common Pursuit was a celebration of a great deal of his life, from 18/19 to 32 – and his dear friends who were poets or editors and things like that, it was that world, which he knew and he grew up in and which of course endowed him with a fascination with groups and with literature. And I have a feeling – I wonder, if we had Simon with us – and I wish we did have Simon with us – was he happy with the script eventually, with the play, or was he always wanting to go further, just to polish it? I don’t know. Do you have any idea?

MacCabe: You’re right, he does go on in the diaries a lot about doing it and redoing it so perhaps he never did feel he’d got it right.

CM: Yes, he’d had a production that Harold had done, which I think that – he writes about in one of his books – which didn’t quite work. I think some bit of casting wasn’t quite right. It didn’t have the success it was meant to have. And of course it did lie fallow for a time. And it was done Off Broadway, and the material was written for Unnatural Pursuits, because it then went round America etc. etc., and then Simon directed it himself at the Phoenix Theatre, with Rik Mayall and Stephen Fry, so then when I was then asked to do it on television – Ken wanted to make a kind of small television feature, and that’s why he brought this American over. And I think he actually pinned more on it that the material sustained, because the material was serious, and it had notions of failure and success, and was in a sense a kind of account of British London creative life that would have probably bewildered a North American audience. It was quite special, and because it was naturalistic, we were  asked to concern ourselves naturalistically with these people, whereas Old Flames and later on Unnatural Pursuit became something much bolder in his imagination.

MacCabe: Well let’s move on to Unnatural Pursuits which is, I have to say, my own favourite. Do you remember when you were first given the script of that?

CM: Yeah I loved it. I though it was terrific. Ken had a lot of difficulty – Ken and I had a lot of difficulties with each other – because we weren’t able to cast it. And there was a time when Ken made a suggestion that a certain actor should play Partt, and I said well ok fine, I’ll wrap up, I’ll go home. And he was upset by that. And we wound down the film after a period. We closed up the office. I think that Ken was perhaps hopeful that I might resign. And I decided not to. I said no, no, I’m not going to do that. And I had a conversation with Simon at the hotel he used to go to across the road, and we talked about it –

MacCabe: The Halcyon.

CM: Halcyon, that’s right – and he said, no, no, stick with it, stick with it. We’ll do this. So I stayed with it. And then we foolishly said – oh, I suppose we’ll get Alan Bates. Which was absolutely mad, we should have thought of that months before, and Alan was shown it and he said, yes I’ll do this. From that moment on it all changed. We were all identifying with it. And Alan – particularly because he knew Simon so well, because he knew about him as an individual and also the various layers that there would be in the part, leapt at it. And his performance was a joy. An absolute joy. It was charming and loving and funny, and sometimes angry.

Unnatural Pursuits: ‘The Yellow Rose of Texas’

MacCabe: Did you have to direct him much or did you just point the camera at him?

CM: Well, no. He was remarkable. And we were very fortunate in our casting to get Bob Balaban, for instance, and Paul Guilfoyle, those two Americans at the beginning, and they’re seen in the bar after the auditions. It’s a delight, actually, that conversation there where he’s trying to get a drink, and the director’s wife turns them down because she doesn’t like the play. It’s enchanting. Very, very, very funny. And to do with also Simon’s own kind of dealing with events – or I will say Simon/Alan dealing with events  – I found deeply funny and very touching and very true. It was just a joy. I think it was a very happy show. But even on that show, after we’d actually reviewed the final cut, even the final print, I think it was the final print – Simon said – I think that speech is too long. And I remember my editor – a very good editor, she won the Editing Bafta that year for it, got very angry: why do you do this now? I said, don’t worry, let’s look at this. He wants to cut, you know, the last third of the speech. There was a Steenbeck in the corridor, and we took the show print, and put it on the Steenbeck, and I said, alright you can take that, and in fact you won’t ruin the sound, we can make good cuts here, taking that – just take that out, join it up, there’s only one join in the whole film. And nobody can tell. And he said, I got it wrong. I just wanted to polish it.

Unnatural Pursuits: ‘I’m the Author’

MacCabe: Unnatural Pursuits seems to me one of the seeds of the diaries?

CM: I don’t know about that. I don’t know which is the chicken or the egg. I think the diaries are there, his accounts of that time, you know, of Harold directing it and then of doing it in America, I think that’s what it draws upon, it may have then informed him about his diaries. I don’t know. It may be true. But the accounts of The Common Pursuit are in the early diaries. This is why  Common Pursuit is a marvellous piece of the puzzle. And it dominated really I think ten, fifteen years of his creative life. And of course the emotional history of the misunderstanding between him and Harold. So we get Hector Duff, and a season of Duff plays. Harold was deeply upset by it. And I’m not at all surprised. But nevertheless Unnatural Pursuits contains a marvellous moment of total togetherness, when they sing The Lonesome Pine together. Which I like to think is clearly something that Harold and Simon did. Richard Wilson in a way slightly seized the opportunity, because he came from a different theatrical background. You know – Glasgow, Labour – he jumped at the part.

MacCabe: Now, a relatively short period of time where I think that there’s five projects you do with Simon. And then, that’s it. Was that deliberate or did it just happen like that?

CM: Just happened like that. I mean I certainly wasn’t in the position to say no if anybody had asked. But I think partly because the BBC changed, and I found myself fairly shortly after that making much less television. The organisation of television changed radically, and an intervening class of executives emerged, it became an organisation which wished to control – they didn’t trust the people to make the programmes they wanted.  Maybe they found themselves in financial problems, I’ve no idea, they felt themselves besieged. So the stories within the BBC now of attempting to get projects approved is much more painful. I remember, this is an anecdote going back a long time, a long time ago that when I was Head of Plays, I remember, during one of those explorations of broadcasting, I forget whose it was, Marghanita Laski wanted to meet the Plays Department – the producers, and the Head of Department. We met in a room in the basement of Television Centre. I said a few words. And then I asked everybody – all the producers, about twelve of them – each one of them, to say something, and they did, and I was delighted, absolutely delighted. And it was a marvellous spectrum. Tony Garnett and Ken Trodd at one end and shall we say Cedric Messina on the other. Marvellous, a panoply of difference of opinions of what television drama should be. And I heard afterwards that Marghanita Laski said the plays department is out of control, because they were different from each other. And I have a feeling that some way or another during the last 20 years television became more and more driven by formulae of one form or another, and the relationship of writers to the BBC, except with honourable exceptions – the space that they’ve given Stephen Poliakoff and also Jimmy McGovern, a marvellous writer and a marvellous producer. But generally, you know, people have been measuring people’s quality of writing by their ability to write hit six part serials or Dr Who. And the notion of a writer coming to them and saying – you know, like Alan Bennett – and saying look, I’ve got this little play about two old people, retired people in Morecambe. Did you ever see, there’s a lovely film that Stephen made called Sunset Across the Bay about these two old people. In a way a kind of portrait of Alan’s mother and father. And what happens is, the drama that happens is that the old man goes to the lavatory and dies, leaving the wife on the seafront. That’s the anecdote. And deeply human and humane. And I’m not sure whether television has lost its nerve, from that point of view. Maybe the audience too.

MacCabe: But this would fit with the dates – crudely put, you stopped working with Simon because the arena in which you worked ceased to exist?

CM: Yes, I think so. I don’t think Simon wrote a television play after Unnatural Pursuits.

MacCabe: I don’t think so, certainly not many. OK a final question, which is, you look back over a long collaboration with him, and an even longer period when you knew him. Is there one memory that stands out for you. Is there one?

CM: Yes, I think that I’ve already described the moment, when Ken and I had a difference of opinion, and I said to Simon I don’t know quite what to do. He said – we met at the Halcyon and we talked about it, and he was able to give – you know, just reassure me, it wasn’t lightly done, it was serious and intelligent, and I’m very, very, very grateful for that, because, you know, he treated my question on its merits, and I had therefore to treat what he said to me on its merits too. And he was a very, very witty, humane friend and colleague.

MaCabe: Thank you very much.

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Thursday 23rd December 2010
Critical Forum: On directing The Late Middle Classes by David Leveaux

On directing The Late Middle Classes

by David Leveaux

First published in the Independent on 24 May 2010

In a moment of inexplicable buoyancy, I once told Harold Pinter, who was about to rehearse the role of Hirst in our production of his play No Man’s Land, that I thought it essential that we didn’t fall into being “Pinteresque”.

Looking back, I must admit it was a note that could have gone either way. Luckily – and perhaps not too surprisingly, given Harold’s energetic pragmatism when it came to the job in hand – he seemed really quite pleased. Famous writers tend to attract adjectives the way whales attract barnacles. Pinter is invariably “enigmatic”, Stoppard “dazzling” and the great whale, Beckett, “existential” – something I imagine used to be rather a fun thing to be, but now means basically “bleak”.

It’s been my great luck to be in a rehearsal room with all of the above, and the only thing I can say with certainty that they share is a general impatience with their adjectives, if only because those adjectives delay – or more often outright traduce – the main event. And to be fair, the particular barnacles that have attached themselves to these writers over time last about as long as useful commodities in the rehearsal room as an estate agent’s brochure on entering the house to which it actually refers. There isn’t, as far as I know, an adjective for Simon Gray.

And I have the feeling this is rather cunning of him, even though I also feel there ought to be one for someone who perhaps more than anyone captured the sheer hilarity, embarrassment and improbable heat under the ice of the English. His play The Late Middle Classes, which we are rehearsing for the Donmar in London, was originally directed by Harold Pinter in 1999 but was never seen in London after the West End producer took the cue from a critic to dump it for a show called BoyBand – which then closed in a few weeks. It’s the kind of thing I imagine Simon Gray being as funny about as he must have felt desolated about at the time.

So when the play came to me about two years ago, I got the rather guilty feeling that I ought to have known it already. And, on reading it, was instantly happy that I had not. Because what leapt off the page was the strangest, loveliest, fiercest account of a boy growing up in post- war England that was not nostalgic but did that thing that Coward at his best could do – give you the facts about a nation coming to terms with what we mean by victory. And the facts about sex under the defensive but desirously seeking radar of language.

I did not know Simon Gray. I met him only briefly. But now I wish I had known him. Victoria, his wife, remarked to me that he was “the funniest man in England”. And she said that with the kind of suddenness that managed to combine romance and the facts in one go.

What I do know is that he had the special gift of making the English language subversive. At once energetic, lethally penetrating, locally vulgar, and, in the high moments of passion, molten.

By coincidence, the heirs to the late middle classes he wrote about recently strolled through the gardens of Downing Street. But theirs strikes me as a dismally tinny echo of the troubled and passing world Simon nailed – and gave words to. Because his English was vibrant with purpose. Suspicious of the empty phrase, ruthless and spare and quite beautiful.

Samuel Beckett once referred to a favourite rugby fly-half as “capable of genius when the light is dying”. I think it’s an apt phrase for Simon’s evocation of a certain England. Not a phoney, sentimental version of it, by any means. In fact, one frequently outraged by its secrets and hypocrisy. But also one alive to the power and grace of the English language to demolish the often unspoken anxieties of incomprehension and cliché on which sentimental tyranny and ideology depend. In other words, he had a lovely way of using words to make you free – or to fall silent at all the moments that count. And who needs an adjective for that?

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Friday 18th June 2010
Critical Forum: Sorrow Laughs, an appreciation of Simon Gray by Josephine Hart

Sorrow Laughs

An appreciation of Simon Gray by Josephine Hart

Published here by kind permission of the author. First printed in the programme for the Donmar Warehouse’s production of The Late Middle Classes, May 2010.

Simon Gray wrote 40 plays – and a number of the wittiest diaries in the English language. He was nominated for and won countless awards – too many to list here – and anyway he would not have approved, having a healthy distrust of “the arrogant oligarchy who merely happen to be walking around”. There was no kidding him and he knew that to write was to sit in judgement on oneself and mostly to find oneself wanting. Anything else was false. And false he never was. He wrote with the perfect poise of a poet, with his ear trained to our voice as he noted every lie. No playwright in modern theatre had a more finely tuned sensibility to the dangerous seduction of what Auden called “the folded lie, the romantic lie in the brain”. In play after play, with scalding vertiginous wit, Simon Gray added to our store of uncomfortable self-knowledge: our terror of the abyss; the utter fragility of normal life; above all our often secret desire to be alone, endlessly thwarted as Larkin noted by the concept that “Virtue is social”; and the torture of love when it turns to something else yet remains shadowed by its own loss. His art acknowledged, as we all must, that whatever personal courage or bravado we bring to it, however we attempt to swagger through it, the art of living and losing is harder than we pretend.

His characters were called into being during years of long nights fuelled by cigarettes and alcohol, alone, typing till dawn, on and on till the morning of ecstasy when a play was finished: “This for me the only moment of pure happiness I ever experience in the playwriting business. I wish there was some ceremony, some physical ceremony to express it – picking it up, turning it upside down, slapping its rump, dishing out cigars…” Plays are indeed a multiple-birth experience – to a perpetual life. In this art it is kinder than the experience it seeks to represent. And what characters he gifted us in those astonishing plays, beginning with Jock, played by Alec Guinness, in Gray’s wildly controversial debut Wise Child.

Ben Butley, in Butley, seemed to respond to Gray’s Pirandello-like invitation, “It’s show time, folks”, and became, in Alan Bates’ seminal performance, a terrifying Nietzschean figure, raging in his love-loathing, life-hating diatribes, culminating in a verbal marital flaying which would give Tarantino pause for thought.

In Otherwise Engaged, Simon Hench’s icy heart beat out Sartre’s mantra, “Hell is other people” with hilarious brutality until our laughter freezes in the waste of cruelty that is the last scene.

St John Quartermaine in Quartermaine’s Terms can only whisper as his seemingly ordered life is almost stolen from him: “Oh Lord!/Well – I say – / Oh Lord!” It was the poetry of defeat (perfectly spoken) in a master-class from Edward Fox.

Close of Play starred Michael Redgrave as Jasper, a character whom, as Gray pointed out, lives in “Hell which turns out to be ‘life, old life itself’”.

Jameson, in The Rear Column, is one of five men isolated in the Congo – waiting, watching in Jeremy Irons’ performance, as civilised behaviour, including his own, collapses. Geographically, the territory may have been alien – the moral issues remain the same – betrayal, particularly the betrayal of self, as demonstrated by six academics adrift, in their own way, on a literary magazine in The Common Pursuit.

In the heartbreaking Japes, the eponymous hero was played by Toby Stephens – his agonising disintegration witnessed by his appalled brother. Charles and Celia, the parents in The Late Middle Classes, are seemingly unaware of their son Holly’s psychological growing pains during his dangerously sentimental education – one which will distort his soul forever. Their elective moral blindness destroys grace – as it almost always does in Gray’s universe.

This warning sounds out in all his plays. It is what gives them their moral tone. Attention must be paid to this above all else. No system is to blame – the fault lies in ourselves. Thus Gray’s work cuts along the nerve – a sometimes painful process. With his natural gift for comic timing, the soaring, thrilling laughter which drenches the plays was also his anaesthetic of choice. There was and is an artistic price to be paid. In the literary arts an almost Orwellian hierarchical system denies the accolade of greatness to work we designate as comedy. In this we are often wrong – forgetting that “Excess of sorrow laughs/excess of joy weeps”.

There is a strange custom in contemporary theatre which ranks the political as of greater consequence than the examination of the human heart in conflict with itself. Truth is timeless, it has no accent and is beyond class and is as easily found in Moliere’s court and Chekov’s dying estates, in Rattigan’s drawing rooms as in Gorky’s lower depths. It lies in the interior and Gray was always on his way to the interior. The exterior was ever only the frame. His plays have little to say about the politics of the day. Arthur Miller shrewdly noted that before a play is – “it is a kind of psychic journalism”, a mirror of its hour – and this reflection of contemporary feeling is precisely what makes many plays irrelevant to later times. What finally survives, when anything does, are archetypal characters and relationships which can be transferred to the new period.

Simon Gray left us a gallery of such characters to see us through life. Their vibrant nature, their thrilling command of language to torment, to seduce, to manipulate, will forever attract our best actors. Indeed few playwrights can number performances from so many artists whom one can truly describe as great. Nor can many boast that much of their work directed with such exquisite precision and celebration by one of theatre’s seminal figures – fellow playwright and Nobel Laureate Harold Pinter: “Life in the theatre has not brought me anything more rewarding than directing Simon Gray’s plays.”

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Monday 7th June 2010
Critical Forum: The Perils of the Playwright by Simon Callow

The Perils of the Playwright

by Simon Callow

A review of An Unnatural Pursuit and Other Pieces, first printed in The Sunday Times on 1st September 1985.

The review is reprinted in Simon Callow’s book My Life in Pieces, published by Nick Hern Books on 3rd June 2010. For more information visit the Nick Hern Books website. Copied here by kind permission of the author.

Simon Gray is one of those writers whose popular image bears little resemblance to his work. One goes to the theatre expecting a Simon Gray Play, urbane, incestuously bitchy, with a central star-role which knocks everyone else into the ground. Instead one gets extraordinarily complex ensemble pieces full of surreal humour and devastating visions of loneliness, defeat and despair. It is true that the social world and the overall tone of the pieces, with a couple of exceptions, remain the same from play to play, though no more or less than Chekhov – with whom his finest play, Qurtermaine’s Terms, can well stand comparison. In the same manner, and almost equally fine, is his latest play, The Common Pursuit, whose production by Harold Pinter is the subject of the present volume. Or so it would seem. In fact, the lasting impression of An Unnatural Pursuit is of the author himself with a brilliant cameo portrait of Pinter and a number of sharp and savage observations about the businesss of putting on a play thrown in as a bonus.

The bulk of the book is a work-journal, starting with the completion of the play (“I numbered the pages, packed and shaped them into a completed-looking pile, toasted myself with a further gulp of whisky and a few more cigarettes, gloated. This, for me, is the only moment of pure excitement I ever experienced in the playwriting business…”) then following its career through the stages of casting, rehearsal, performance, failure to transfer, and closure. It’s a vivid picture of those particular horrors: the sad series of compromises as you decline from your initial bright dream of the play, not being able to get this theatre, that actor, those dates; the mysterious failure of companies to gell, of rhythms to quite take hold; the wilful blindness of certain critics and the regrettable tendency of the public to listen to them; the terrible brevity of the run if the play doesn’t transfer – so much talent and work and passion squandered.

All this is accurately and wittily described. But the book is more remarkable than mere reportage. For one thing, the playwright’s eye-view is a unique and inherently frustrating vantage point: second, the playwright in question is Simon Gray. By the end of the book we come to know him very well.

“Actually, he’s not nearly such a pain as his self-portrait would have you believe,” says Pinter in his foreword. No indeed, but pain is nevertheless exactly the word: not that inflicted on others – that undergone by himself. The wildly funny accounts he offers of his paranoia, power-mania, anxiety and doubt simply heighten one’s sense of it. Smoking like a beagle, veins throbbing with booze, he pours his nightly confessions in the tape-recorder, a haunted, haggard, positively Dostoievskian figure. En passant, he offers much lucid analysis of his play and the processes that are leading to it realisation. But at any moment, in the midnight stillness of his study, speculation is liable to run riot: why are his actors behaving like talentless buffoons and/or obstreperous Marxists? Why does Pinter want to exclude only his photograph from the programme?

I do actually feel very passionately that the play was written by me. I am the author, and yet the only people who are going to appear in the programme are the actors and the director, with the author, the only begetter, not visible.

After a restless night, he becomes convinced that one of the actors has acquired a lisp:

I formed a plan to watch Nick Le Prevost’s lips like a hawk, and the moment I saw or heard the lisp, to alert Harold to it. He could take it from there . . . I do think the chap who plays Stuart shouldn’t have a lisp. Or a club-foot or a hunchback. At least without giving me a chance to re-write the text.

This is madness, of course (from which, I hasten to say, he always recovers; that is, he knows he’s mad) but it is the divine madness that makes the author of Butley, Otherwise Engaged and Quartermaine’s Terms an infinitely darker, more passionate, less rational artist than the waspish boulevardier of the critics’ report.

There are two areas of legitimate interest to which the book doesn’t address itself: the actual writing of the play; and why, given an excellent cast and a masterly director, it didn’t quite work. Mysteries, both, no doubt. What you do get is the lowdown on the playwright’s relation to the production, and a full length soul-sketch of one of the best living practitioners of that art: in the second section of the book, the Gray of the work-journals is supplemented by the even darker Gray of ‘My Cambridge’, one of the occasional pieces reprinted in the present volume. (The other pieces are the classically hilarious Flops and Other Fragments: an appreciation of Leavis; and two pieces about cricket, upon which I am neither qualified nor going to comment, except to be duly awed by the figure of Lopez, the infant off-spin bowling wizard).

‘My Cambridge’ is an astonishingly bleak account of the author’s academic career, culminating in his years at Cambridge, where his ambition, triumphantly achieved on his own admission, was to be the very thing his harshest critic might accuse him of: “a fluent fraud”. Every anguished and hilarious word of this piece and indeed the whole book refutes that accusation. Death and demons swarm over its pages, held off by fags and booze and love and many, many wonderful jokes. But the somber note echoes through: even Lopez killed himself.

NOTE:

An Unnatural Pursuit & Other Pieces is being republished by Faber on 15th June 2010 in Simon Gray: The Early Diaries. More details can be found HERE. Most of Simon Gray’s stage and television plays will also be republished by Faber on 15th June as Faber Contemporary Classics.

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Monday 7th June 2010
Critical Forum: Simon Gray 1936 – 2008: ‘In Other Words’ by Billy Smart

Simon Gray 1936 – 2008: ‘In Other Words’

by Billy Smart

(Published in Contemporary Theatre Review Volume 18/4, 2008)

BETH: In other words, you do know.

SIMON: In other words, can’t we confine ourselves to the other words.

(Otherwise Engaged, 1975)

The sadness of the recent death of the playwright Simon Gray has been lightened by the unexpectedly sensitive and thoughtful reappraisal of his work that his passing has encouraged. Had he died ten years ago the response would likely have been much more dismissive.

There are several reasons for this improved standing: public knowledge of anybody’s mortal illness is always likely to encourage the realisation of their value; the continued patronage of Harold Pinter and Peter Hall; a few high-profile and successful revivals (Otherwise Engaged in the West End, Butley on Broadway); and the unexpected appearance and production of new plays, some – notably The Late Middle Classes (1999) and Little Nell (2007) – of the first rank.

Above all, the renewed interest in Simon Gray in the twenty-first century has been due to the publication of four volumes of stream-of consciousness memoirs; The Smoking Diaries (2004), The Year Of The Jouncer (2006), The Last Cigarette and Coda (both 2008), following on from four earlier volumes of theatrical diaries. These memoirs give a real sense of the distinctiveness of Gray’s voice and intelligence, an original quality that they share with the plays; a seemingly artless (but actually extremely precise) sense of wit that works by setting up a reasonable premise, then to then test it, unravel it, look at it from unexpected angles, using seeming logic and reason to demonstrate the constant oddity of life and thought, as in this passage that combines two recurring preoccupations, Harold Pinter and smoking:

To come back to Harold’s problems with smoking. I probably make things more difficult, being a chain-smoker. In previous rehearsals, we’ve chain smoked together. This time, he chews away at his nicotine gum, with the smoke of his cigarettes leaking reminiscently up his nostrils, down into his lungs. On top of that he used to use his cigarettes in rehearsals, taking one deliberately out of the black box (Sobranies) putting it in his mouth, lighting it with a swift gesture, inhaling it deeply, as often as not walking a few paces away to take the cigarette out, study it, put it back in his mouth, inhale. It was a pantomime, an enactment of thought, he was making it clear to everyone that he was thinking, making it clear to himself that he had taken the time to think. Now, without a cigarette to resort to, he finds a lacuna between a question and its answer, which he can only fill with a baffled silence, which leads to further silence and further bafflement as the need to answer looms larger and larger, the people waiting for his answer no doubt seeming to do likewise. He hasn’t yet found an alternative ritual to accompany thought, and I doubt if he’ll find it in his chewing gum. You can’t do much more with chewing gum than put it in your mouth and chew it. At least not without disgusting everybody.1

(An Unnatural Pursuit & Other Pieces, Faber, 1985, pp. 95–6.)

Gray applies this technique to his own life and personal failings with alarming candour: the guilt of adultery and alcoholism, the harshness of his mother, the betrayal of a boyhood friend who went on to commit suicide in adult life. Although the memoirs are consistently funny, they are too frank and honest to be shelved under humour, and it is their emotional effect that remains with the reader. This application of humour, rather than jokes for their own sake, is also how Gray’s plays work. Although a surface response to his plays might be the impression of a sparkling theatrical wit, this wit is always used to serve a deeper purpose of characterisation and insight into the human condition. Where the wit may appear to take the form of smooth and allusive phrasemaking, such as Simon Hench informing an acquaintance incapacitated by unrequited love that he is ‘obviously in the grip of a passion almost Dante-esque in the purity of its hopelessness’, the reference actually serves its comic effect by demonstrating Hench’s awareness of the self-pity and quotidian haplessness of the acquaintance, rather than serving to flatter the audience’s knowledge of Dante. The line is funny not because of the allusion to a classical source, but because the allusion fits and complements the audience’s understanding of the scene’s power dynamics.

How Gray structures this wit makes his jokes deeper than they need to be to elicit laughter, and always work on the level of subtext. In The Common Pursuit (1984), Humphrey replies to a rambling explanation of a mutual friend’s infidelities from Martin (a confused description that is suffixed with a pleading ‘If you follow?’) by saying;

HUMPHREY. Of course I follow. Merely because you can’t speak properly doesn’t mean I can’t understand you. Generally well before you’ve finished.

The devastating precision of Humphrey’s correction of Martin’s inarticulacy might be the part of the speech that initially makes the audience laugh, but it is the extension of the thought (‘Generally well before you’ve finished’) that adds depth to the joke, intimating the wider truth that Humphrey can see and understand that Martin also is having an affair with a different, closer, mutual friend. These are the phantom ‘other words’ of unsayable truth, masked by Gray’s characters who choose to talk in anecdotes or spiraling and freewheeling digression instead (see especially Ben Butley’s sly insults and pastiches). Except that, in Gray’s plays, the inferences and hidden knowledge of the masking other words do always eventually hit home, normally prefacing an event that irrevocably changes circumstances (a pregnancy, an abortion, a departure) making the appalling pain and mess of life unavoidable, however elegant or funny the characters’ coping strategies have been up to that point.

It is this use of language as a mask, and Gray’s depiction of life being governed by betrayal and deceit (often not even deliberately) that must have formed part of the attraction of these works for Harold Pinter, who went on to direct eight of Gray’s plays. Certainly, the works of the two dramatists to seem to be inextricably linked together for a few years in the 1970s, each writer exploring the ideas of adultery, publishing and professional rivalry from a different perspective that is informed by the other’s plays.

Gray was a very prolific author, and perhaps too prolific for the good of his reputation which, with the exception of the shabby-genteel Quartermaine’s Terms (1981), tends to rest on the more metropolitan adultery plays; Butley (1971), Otherwise Engaged and The Common Pursuit. Dig deeper into his body of work, and this impression is soon complicated; Spoiled (1970) a modest and unshowy – but quietly devastating – study of a pederast (insanely produced as a glittering commercial prospect at the Haymarket at the heart of the West End!), the lurid – and possibly unperformable – black farces Wise Child (1967) and Dutch Uncle (1969), and the long cherished project of a play about Dickens, Little Nell. These plays are characterised by phantasmagorical elements when reality seems suddenly to become stranger and less negotiable, an aspect of Gray’s work that tends to be neglected, but is always present as a possibility, and can be found in the sudden and unnerving breakdowns of characters in more ostensibly conventional plays, as in Quartermaine’s Terms and Japes (2000). Most surprising and exciting of all, though, is The Rear Column (1978). In this remarkable play, Gray’s skills at depicting collegiate rivalry, and emotional detachment and dislocation are placed in the unexpected place and time of the Congo in 1887, when Major Barttelot’s colonial expedition eventually degenerates into a terrifying nightmare of violence and cannibalism (the same series of events which inspired Heart Of Darkness). This was clearly too far a breach from what West End audiences expected from Simon Gray thirty years ago, and the play has laid totally neglected since, awaiting the more sympathetic hearing that is surely its due.

Even without revivals, though, Simon Gray is very likely to be remembered by future generations through his memoirs and diaries. These will serve an important purpose of showing what life was like for the last generation of serious playwrights to have worked in the West End, rather than the subsidized theatre (although he did have one original play produced by the RSC, and one at the National). Something that makes Gray’s memoirs of his theatrical career so compelling for the reader is the combination of tremendous strokes of luck (such as Alec Guinness unexpectedly deciding that he wanted to appear in the West End in drag, or the continual enthusiasm of Pinter and Alan Bates) with calamitous and unexpected misfortunes.

Unsparingly recounted in Gray’s diaries and memoirs, these misfortunes become, in the telling, both very funny and instructive and enlightening. It is chastening to follow him through such unhappy experiences as: knowing that the play that you have heading for the West End is going to be a terrible flop, the self-deception amongst the company that it can be improved, and the appalling afterlife of the production achieving a posthumous infamy (culminating in the ultimate humiliation of its providing the basis for a Daily Mail campaign to reintroduce booing in the theatre); or having an exciting new play blocked from transferring into the West End by the presence of an indifferent revival of one of your old plays; or the backers of your play stabbing you in the back by abandoning the West End transfer of your play while refusing to inform the company; or, most notoriously, hitching the commercial success of your play to a wholly unsuitable star comedian who then has a very public breakdown and suicide attempt; or, as recently as 2007, nobody having the courage to be unkind and sack an insufficiently talented young actor from their Broadway debut until it’s too late.

Gray’s theatrical memoirs illustrate the unexpected vicissitudes and disappointments of life, while the life memoirs tell us much about guilt, betrayal and humiliation. It is a source of hope and wonder that they manage to achieve this while remaining amusing and entertaining. It is to be hoped that Gray’s likely survival in the canon as a memoirist and diarist will keep interest in the plays themselves alive, plays which share the qualities and insights of the autobiographical writing. As Lyn Gardner wrote in Gray’s Guardian obituary (8 August 2008):

Gray bridged the gulf between intellectual and popular drama. Along the way, he provided the West End with some robustly funny and darkly melancholic plays about the failure of hope over experience. Most people can relate to that.

NOTES:

1. An Unnatural Pursuit & Other Pieces is being republished by Faber on 15th June 2010 in Simon Gray: The Early Diaries. More details can be found HERE. Most of Simon Gray’s stage and television plays will also be republished by Faber on 15th June as Faber Contemporary Classics.

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Andy Mortimer
Monday 15th February 2010
Profile: Daniel Gerroll
An interview with the actor and director Daniel Gerroll, who played in ‘When Greta Garbo Came to Donegal’ by Frank McGuinness at London’s Tricycle Theatre in January-February 2010.
In December 1991 Daniel Gerroll got a phone call from Broadway producer Jack McQuiggan asking him whether he would consider co-directing a new play by Simon Gray called The Holy Terror. It was in fact a radically altered version of Gray’s 1987 play Melon, which Simon had rewritten over the previous two years. It was no surprise to Gerroll that he be asked to direct a new play; one of the stars of the hit British film Chariots of Fire, he was already an award winning actor on Broadway and the West End, and had been directing on and off in the New York theatre scene since arriving in America in the late seventies. However, he hadn’t expected the suggestion that he co-direct with Gray, who he knew to be an experienced director and fiercely protective of his own work.

Simon, predictably, had other ideas – he wanted to direct the play himself. McQuiggan arranged for the two of them to meet at the Algonquin Hotel, New York, in early January. Gerroll vividly recalls the evening which followed. ‘I had just come back from Christmas with my parents-in-law in Arizona. They were ‘old world’ in their habits: cocktails at five, plastered by dinner time, scotch before bed and all the rest. By the time I left I never wanted to drink again! When I met Simon in the lobby he offered me a drink. I told him I had decided to go on the wagon for a while. “For God’s sake, why?” he asked, appalled! Unsurprisingly, it didn’t work out that way by the end of the night.’

As it turned out, the directors elect hit it off that evening, and Simon ultimately prevailed: he persuaded Gerroll to join him for the production, though not as co-director.  As Gerroll tells it, ‘after several hours of laughter-strewn conversation, he eventually confided to me that what he really wanted for the duration of the production was a drinking buddy. I’d already been in the business for twenty years, and I explained that I didn’t do assistant work anymore but that I would consider playing the main part.’ Eventually, after a venue had been arranged in Tucson, Arizona, and despite being ten years younger than the script described the character, Gerroll was offered the part of Melon in the play.

Born in Baker Street, Gerroll was studying law at Nottingham University when he decided to become an actor (‘I knew after the first week that the law and I weren’t meant for one another’, he says). He trained at Central and spent three ‘extremely enjoyable’ years in rep before an early success as a teddy boy in Mary O’Mally’s 1976 play Once a Catholic at the Royal Court brought with it a trip to the West End. This would lead ultimately to a Broadway production of the play which, crucially, enabled him to qualify for American Equity membership. A distinguished career in New York followed in which his versatility and natural affinity with British Playwrights lead to a string of appearances in plays such as The Caretaker, David Hare’s Knuckles, and Ayckbourn’s House and Garden. Gerroll cites his unusual upbringing as another contributing factor. ‘My father was a Jewish boy from Bethnal Green who worked in the rag trade, that’s what I grew up with, but after that I was sent up north to (Scottish private school) Gordonstoun at thirteen – it was a real mix and it helped my development as an actor’.

Tall, handsome and naturally athletic, Gerroll was a natural choice for the role of British middle distance runner Henry Stallard in Chariots (‘I knew it was a hit the moment I read the script’), the role in which he gained wider attention. He is bashful about his continued success, commenting only that he has always put his family (he has two sons and a daughter by the actress Patricia Kalember) before his career. He is currently appearing as Matthew Dover in Frank McGuiness’s Greta Garbo Came to Donegal in which (as has happened so many times in his migratory career) he plays an Englishman surrounded by foreigners.

The first production of The Holy Terror turned out to be a wonderful trip. ‘Arizona was fabulous. Patricia and Victoria joined us for the production and we had the most memorable time, making frequent trips out to the desert. The play was a joy to perform, despite being interrupted on one occasion by the Formula One Grand Prix taking place in the streets outside the theatre!’

Gerroll had an affinity with Simon’s work, having replaced Kris Tabori as Stuart in an award-winning production of The Common Pursuit at the Promenade Theatre in 1986, but The Holy Terror made an even deeper impression on him. ‘Simon Callow (who played Melon at The Duke of York’s Theatre in 2004) and I are convinced it is a play whose time will come. It has something of a masterwork about it. In it you see a man descend from enormous success all the way into madness. He moves so quickly from toying with the other characters to being at their mercy. And the soliloquies to the audience are like stand-up – gold dust for an actor. I’ve always thought that it could be Simon’s Lear. Although Simon didn’t have a very high opinion of Lear, of course!’

In October 1992, two years and several revisions later, The Holy Terror opened at the Promenade Theatre, New York. Gerroll, who had in the meantime starred as Lenny in an Off Broadway production of The Homecoming once again played the part of Melon. It was a difficult rehearsal process. Simon was unwell from the beginning and his direction became increasingly erratic. The episode was described with characteristic candour by the playwright himself in an Author’s Note he wrote for The Holy Terror:

‘(We) opened at the Promenade Theatre in New York, in a production that you would have described as eccentric if you hadn’t known that the director drank quite a bit before each day’s rehearsals and quite a bit after them, and more than quite a bit during them, while never losing the conviction, however many times he stumbled down the aisle and tumbled over the seats, often with a lighted cigarette in his mouth and another, also lighted, in the hand that wasn’t holding the champagne bottle, that he was in full command of his faculties, and that his genius for cutting through to the centre of things had never burned more fiercely – so, when he had trouble moving the actors around the furniture, he cut the furniture; and thus, when he had trouble deciding between different lighting effects, he cut the lighting… The producer, who was devoted to the play, made periodic attempts to fire him but was thwarted by his agent, who pointed out that as the director had playwright approval, and as the playwright and director were one and the same, it would be a question of asking him to fire himself, which he was unlikely to do, as he got on so well together.’

The production ran for a month after uncompromising reviews. I read Simon’s description back to Gerroll who, some twenty years after the production, still felt a keen sense of sadness about the experience. ‘The play had everything, and it was heartbreaking for myself and the rest of the cast to see things turn out as they did.’

The actor and the playwright were only occasionally in touch over the next nine years. In the intervening period Gray underwent a successful recovery from alcoholism and continued to write prolifically, while Gerroll moved to California where he and his wife forged successful careers in television. However, the two were to reconnect in touching circumstances in the Summer of 2000. ‘In March I got a call from the actor Roger Rees’, recalls Gerroll. ‘He asked me if I wanted to be involved in a production of the recently produced play The Late Middle Classes, which had famously circled-but-never-quite-arrived in London the year before. Roger would direct the play at the Williamstown Theatre Festival in Massachusetts. Having said that I would love to be involved, Roger asked me if I knew anyone who could play the part of thirteen year-old Holly, which requires a child actor to play the piano to a high standard. I told him that I didn’t know any thirteen year-olds who could do the part that my own son, Ben, played the piano very well.’

He volunteered Ben, 11, as a possibility for the part. ‘All of my children are musical but the others wouldn’t mind me saying that at that age he was genuinely gifted, playing everything from Bartok to Mozart.’ A couple of weeks later Ben was offered the part, and the scene was set for an unlikely Gerroll duo, with Daniel taking the part of Ben’s on-stage father and adult self.

That short run in the Massachusetts Summer was a magical experience for father and son.  ‘I have never had such a satisfying experience in the theatre’, recalls Gerroll with a glint in his blue eyes. ‘Ben was brilliant. He brought the house down every time he played. And of course, The Late Middle Classes is just a wonderful, wonderful play. It was so perfect I almost wanted to retire.’

The cast knew that Gray would be flying in from England in time for the run through. It was the first time Gerroll had seen the playwright since The Holy Terror. ‘We were all incredibly nervous during the show. Afterwards he walked up to me, gave me a big embrace and said, straight out of his mouth, ‘I’ve been sober for seven years’.  During the run I felt that he had changed a lot since I had last seen him – he was no longer a party animal. He wasn’t directing the show, of course, but he was incredibly kind to Ben. One night he even arrived after the show with sandwiches for him. He said he wanted to make sure he didn’t go hungry.’

For Gerroll, who would keep contact with Gray until his death in 2008, it was a fitting end to their professional relationship. ‘Simon left an indelible mark on me as an actor and as a person. I learnt an enormous amount from him and I believe that his plays will be performed as long as there are actors around to speak the lines.’

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Thursday 11th February 2010
Wittgenstein
“I’ve had many problems with Wittgenstein in my time, mainly because I don’t understand his writing – even when I understand the sense I miss out on the meaning, it can’t possibly mean what I understand it to mean, Our understanding of the world depending on the way we interpret the silence around us’, for example. Well, for one thing, what silence? In the nearest I ever get to silence, I hear only the din of my self, lamentable and clamorous, nothing that needs interpretation, nothing worthy of interpretation. Otherwise it seems a tautology – how can there be a difference between understanding and interpretation in that particular sentence, if you alter the position of the two words so that you get – ‘Our interpretation of the world depends on the way we understand the silence around us’ it strikes me as being exactly the same proposition, really, and just as useless.”

(Enter a Fox, Faber and Faber, 2001)

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