The early 1970s means something to me. Perhaps because I was then first becoming aware of an intellectual zeitgeist, in things like plays and books and concerts. While still very young, I watched suburban professors and scientists adopt a watered-down version of the ideals of the 1960s, grow their hair long, and put on tight, flared pants. The intellectual life was a bigger thing in those days; corporate dominance had not yet reached its full fruition. It was an interesting time, a bit of decay and disillusion and self-centeredness had begun to set in, following on the heels of the all out 1960s. Reading these plays reminded me of those times, even though these take place very much in England, not America.
This book consists of three connected plays: Table Manners, Living Together, and Round and Round the Garden. It is a brilliant concept, very difficult to pull off, and to keep being funny, and keep making sense, and keep it together generally. Ayckbourn does it. The concept is to take a handful of characters, put them in a situation, and then tell the story of the same weekend three different ways. Each play focuses on a different part of the house where this neurotic, entertaining family has gathered. There are some fascinating dramatic writing techniques put into play here. Two characters are having a heart to heart in the kitchen, three more are having an argument in the living room, and two others are goofing around in the garden. Each of the three plays contains one of the scenes. It is not a perfect puzzle, but that is unimportant.
SPOILER ALERT
Norman is the main character, a wacky, emotional, garrulous clown, who nonetheless has a way with the ladies – but the ladies he is after are his wife Ruth’s sisters, Sarah and Annie. Sarah is married to Reg, a cynical fellow who is more interested in the board game he is designing than he is in his wife. Annie is a sweet spinster, stuck at home taking care of poor bed-ridden old mother (who never makes an appearance). She spends a lot of time with Tom, a clueless veterinarian who hangs around constantly, and despite the efforts of all the other characters, seems unable to make a move for Annie. Norman has shown up at the house to try to spirit Annie away for an amorous weekend, but Reg and Sarah arrive too, followed by Ruth, a strong, sensible woman who is a great foil for her dingaling of a husband.
During the course of the weekend various things happen: Norman loses interest in Annie and begins pursuing Sarah, Norman gets absurdly drunk, squabbling breaks out among the sisters, Norman gives Tom a lecture about how to pursue Annie, and Tom then promptly goes after Sarah, Ruth comes along and seems quite bored with her husband’s antics, which he no doubt indulges in with great regularity. Norman is the catalyst for everything, yet no one takes him seriously, and it is hard to believe that he even takes himself seriously, even though he seems to.
It is brilliant comedy, and like the best British comedy, it has a bite to it (I thought of Kingsley Amis, who is more venomous but equally entertaining), and points to painful truths in our lives. In this case, Ayckbourn tangentially works with some serious themes: the difficulties and longeurs of marriage and family relationships, and the mixture of irritation and love that characterizes close relationships in real life, but rarely in fiction. Wit and wisdom indeed. Bravo!