In their parents’ kitchen, two brothers rekindle their relationship. Austin returns from northern Texas to complete his screenplay. His brother Lee, returns from the stark wilderness of an unspecified western plain. Over nine acts, we learn how these two men relate, how their upbringing shaped their personalities, and how they survive. The superb Steppenwolf adapation of “True West” is on youtube (highly recommend) with a pensive straight laced Gary Sinese, and a glowering capricious John Malkovich in conversation, never more than a few feet from the table. Shepard commands language - showing how the mythologies of the untame western spirit, and the mythology of Hollywood fame hang as albatrosses of desire for the two men. Desire, madness and danger are twisted into the dialogue of the men as they unravel throughout a dark night of the soul.
Just as effective for me was the unrelenting “Buried Child”. An aged couple family occupies a farm that is fallow and emotionally barren. Children and grandchildren come back to the farm, and they return as deranged, catatonic or simply strangers. The vestiges of a loving emotionally supportive family are encountered through fresh crops, or Vincent returning from his western home, or in the wraithlike presence of a son who died too young. The play borders on surreal, but never parody. The tranquil midwestern American home is uprooted in disconnection from failed promises, failed potential, and bad faith.
The other play that floored me was “Tooth of Crime”. A rock n roll kingpin, looks to keep his throne against an ascendant challenger. Gritty if more cartoonish. Dialogue is highly stylized, with a lyrical node to 60s pop songs, and beat authenticity. The two men duel with words, similar to a rap-battle, and challenge each other for supremacy. In their exchanges, vulgarity, threats are exchanged, and the dark undercurrent of unchecked power reigns.
The experimental plays “Tongues” and “Savage Love”, although not linear or narrative driven, give a powerful example of Shepard’s pushing the form toward abstract extremes. Finding meaning in tonalities of voice, shamanistic chants, and the brief flares of connection between peoples.
If it were simple provocation, would these plays endure, I don’t think so. Sure there’s the grit, the despair, the brutalism, but all of this reveales deeper truths. Themes of the promise of the west, the safety of the traditional family, and the ability to transcend our circumstances are poked at here. The journey to find roots, belonging, and security is a human instinct. These plays give space for characters that don't have any of this..often are maleovent, socipathtic, drug-addled or broken. Creating a space for the dark impulses of the id and the brutal realtiies of the lonely disconnected West, Shepard creates a particularly dangerous world. And I’d imagine to see these works performed would be as revealing now as they were when written in the 1970s. All of this bravery... just steps from the kitchen table.