Beautiful play!
I saw "The Violet Hour" by Richard Greenberg in its only Broadway production around the same time as I saw Greenberg's more famous play and Pulitzer Prize winner "Take Me Out." While "TMO" is justly celebrated for its witty exploration of a famous baseball player coming out of the closet, "TVH" is better in my estimation.
It concerns recent college graduate John Pace Seavering (the name clearly seems to be a pun) and his dilemma on which one book he can publish in the initial offering of his new publishing house: a book by a white contemporary, modeled on Fitzgerald, and his secret lover Denis or a Black, older cabaret singer Jessie, also his secret lover. Both are desperate to have their books published because of how their books will determine how they will be validated by the larger world.
The first act mostly concerns John's complicated and hidden, both from the world and sometimes from himself, relationships with Denis and Jessie and their at times desperate need to be published, interrupted by his assistant Gidger who resents being taken advantage of and ignored by the others. At the end of the act, Gidger announces (HUGE SPOILER) that this machine recently sent to the office publishes books from the future, allowing these characters in 1919 after the Great War, due for a name change in twenty years, to see the future.
Greenberg take this science fiction premise to mediate on fame, identity, history and other weighty topics with some of the most beautiful writing you will find in a play since prime Tennessee Williams. A conventional reading might highlight on the play's illumination of free will vs destiny, but others, perhaps with more subversive readings, might point to how we, just as writers of history and biography, often flatten those around us so that they become tableaus rather than three dimensional beings with their own subjectivity. Some critics complained about the thinness of the supporting characters in the play, but John almost serves as the creator of the others in his power to decide who will and who will not get published. And Gidger's lament that he is barely a footnote in this story is the verdict on all our lives eventually, even the very famous except for a select few.
This play is overdue for a revival and definitely worth reading.