Julie Marie Myatt an american longing
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Julie Marie Myatt an american longing
PEOPLE Julie Marie Myatt An American Longing Her roaming characters wrestle with unanswerable questions By Sar ah Hart L michal daniel oneliness hangs in the plays of Julie Marie Myatt. This is not to say her characters are pathetic or selfpitying. In fact, they generally bristle at the very mention of the subject: “You the Alone Police?” snaps one; “I want to be alone. How many ways do I have to say it?” “Until you believe it, I guess,” parry others. But her plays tend to occupy liminal spaces—no-man’s-lands where broken people are stuck or are grasping at transformation—and these moments lend themselves to a certain isolation of the human spirit. “It’s very American, that loneliness,” perceives Myatt. “I think it’s inherent in the landscape of this country—the settlers, the pioneers, all the immigrants who came here, all those moving, looking for a better, new life. In that search for Something Else is a loneliness. I am interested in where audiences enter that feeling, empathize with it, reject it, are uncomfortable with it. Theatre seems like a pretty great place to talk about such loneliness—in the dark, together.” The landscapes of Myatt’s plays are often expansive, worn, western, American: Slab City, the demilitarized Marine base reborn as a squatters’ camp in the southern California desert; the Pacific Coast Highway and its parallel stretches of littered beach sand; the Badlands of South Dakota. So Ashland, Ore., nestled into the foothills of the Siskiyou and Cascade mountain ranges in the Rogue Valley, just north of the California border, is a fitting setting in which to talk to the Los Angeles–based playwright, who sojourned here for two months preparing her Welcome Home, Jenny Sutter for its premiere at Oregon Shakespeare Festival. The play runs through June 20 before transferring to Washington, D.C.’s Kennedy Center for a two-week run in July. This is something of a career year for Myatt, who, since this past spring, has seen premieres of My Wandering Boy (South Coast Repertory’s Pacific Playwrights Festival in California and New York City’s Summer Play Festival), Boats on a River (Minneapolis’s Guthrie Theater) and her 10-minute play Mr. and Mrs. (Actors Theatre of Louisville’s Humana Festival of New American Plays in Kentucky). Next up is Someday, to be produced by Los Angeles’s Cornerstone Theater Company May 29–June 22. It’s a flurry of activity for an artist whose work is marked by slow, deliberate steps—and who has her sights set on unresolvable questions. “Her ear for false notes is so keen,” says Bill Rauch, who directed My Wandering Boy at South Coast and is now in his first full year as artistic director at OSF. “Her voice isn’t about puffing up drama for its own sake—and it’s much quieter and much deeper for that. She really internalizes. As everyone is throwing possible solutions at her, she just quietly says, ‘I’m not there yet. Thank you. I’m not there yet.’ Then she hits it—and it’s beautiful and perfect, and how Julie Marie Myatt’s Boats on a River at Minneapolis’s Guthrie Theater. 34AMERICAN THEATRE APR08 her plays—and that’s from a very American point of view.” “I want to write about what is interesting in America and what is dead about it,” Myatt says frankly. “I hear ‘This American Life’ on the radio, and I think this is the greatest place in the world to live—then I hear George Bush.” Julie Marie Myatt could it be anything but that?” Myatt’s titular character, Jenny Sutter, hovers in an in-between space. The veteran Marine has returned to the U.S. from Iraq, where she lost a leg in a checkpoint explosion, but can’t bring herself to journey the final 80 miles from Los Angeles to Oceanside—can’t reconcile the transition from carrying a gun to picking up her children. “How are we, as a nation, going to cope with this new phenomenon—women without legs or arms, coming home from war, with war issues?” wonders Myatt, whose father retired a two-star general in the Marine Corps. “Jenny, of course, is one character, but I do think she’s kind of the unknown soldier,” says the play’s director, Jessica Thebus. Veterans of Foreign Wars, Grizzly Post 353, based in Ashland, served as a community partner for the play (a first for OSF). Thebus notes that though the veterans had different points of entry, all essentially agreed: “Yes. This is my story.” Jenny Sutter detours from the bus depot to Slab City and is gently, awkwardly, cared for by its misfit residents until she’s ready to complete her trek home. “What’s the arc of that limbo state?” asks Thebus. “If you don’t cross over, if you don’t take action, or if the right actions don’t come to you, you don’t move on. That’s a very interesting theatrical question—and an interesting human one. Do you return to life? Or are you dead? You’re in this weird echo of a place.” “Julie’s really reaching to both grasp and define the American spirit at this time in our nation’s history,” says Michael Bigelow Dixon, whom Myatt cites as an important mentor, beginning when a Jerome Fellowship at the Playwrights’ Center brought her to Minneapolis in 1999. He directed her Kinsey-esque Sex Habits of American Women APR08 AMERICANTHEATRE in a co-production between San Francisco’s Magic Theatre and the Guthrie in 2003, and Boats on a River, about Cambodian sex-slave trafficking, last year. He’s at the helm of a new production of Boats at L.A. Theatre Works this month. “Many of her questions come back to a central issue about the pursuit of happiness in our culture at this time,” he says. “Responsibility versus personal fulfillment often creates the dramatic tension in She’s adamant that she doesn’t want to write “issue plays,” but she’s fascinated by social questions and, in fits of doubt about the sustainable life of a playwright, has considered returning to school for a degree in social work. In her preparation for Boats on a River, she went through a 40-hour course in L.A. to counsel children who are victims of sex abuse. “Children are so resilient,” she says. “You’d never know what they’ve been through. Adults aren’t like that. Adults break.” The three children in Boats are played by adult actors. They have been brought in the middle of the night to a small after-care shelter after a raid on a brothel led by an American activist. Myatt doesn’t offer an easy take on her thorny topic, and everyone shows up flawed: The activist doesn’t know MFA in Theater: Contemporary Performance Where the Postmodern Conservatory Meets the Contemplative Tradition Creating technique for the new theater. Viewpoints training, psychophysical acting, self-scripting, ensemble training. Boulder, Colorado 800-772-6951 www.naropa.edu/mfaperformance 35 what’s best for the girls; the shelter-workers are rendered feeble in the face of a glacially paced culture; the girls themselves may have preferred not to be liberated. The play’s devastating close, however, brings home its message: Child actors, the actual ages of the characters—five and eight—replace the adults and ride bicycles around the stage. “The end of Boats on a River is one of the most amazing things I’ve seen—in that moment Julie says everything she wants to say about the play without having to really say it,” declares Michael John Garcés, Cornerstone’s artistic director, who discovered Myatt’s work through Dixon. “It struck me that she would be a fantastic writer for Cornerstone. She’s tackling really big themes and at the same time telling specific stories. She can take a lot of research, a lot of information, and tell an interesting story. She manages to deal with ambiguous moral situations in a way that is clear.” All that led to Cornerstone’s Justice Cycle, a follow-up to the company’s five-year Faith-Based Cycle. The Justice Cycle began last year with Garcés’s Los Illegals, on the subject of migration, and continues next month jenny graham PEOPLE Gwendolyn Mulamba in Myatt’s Welcome Home, Jenny Sutter at Oregon Shakespeare Festival. with Myatt’s contribution, Someday, which takes on reproductive rights from a multitude of angles, such as sperm/egg donors, gay adoption, disabled motherhood and a common denominator of money: What is the cost of having a child? What is the cost of not having a child? “I didn’t want to write about victims,” says Myatt, who has been careful not to focus the play on polar positions about abortion. “It’s been the most difficult play to write,” she adds. Cornerstone’s story circles, in which the playwright goes into the community to interview and collect stories, gave her a wealth of material—much more than she could pack into the play, though she’s tried. The subject also highlights personal associations: “I want children. I turned 40 this year,” notes Myatt. “How does where I am in my life change the way I look at reproductive rights?” Myatt’s first interview for Someday was with gay parents Bill Rauch and Liam Moore, who have two adopted children. Rauch was in the midst of transitioning from the artistic directorship of Cornerstone to his position at OSF, and at the end of the interview asked Myatt if she had any unattached scripts. She dropped two by his house that night and Rauch says he immediately thought, “I want to do Jenny Sutter in Ashland and My Wandering Boy at South Coast,” where he had a slot to direct. Emmett, the eponymous wandering boy of the latter play, exists only in its margins—so much so that, though he’s the subject, he never actually appears. Instead we get the things he’s cast off—walkie-talkies in his childhood home, his dog, a pair of shoes on the beach, an engagement ring never given, a letter to the son he’s left behind—collected by a detective hired to locate a man who isn’t missing so much as drifted off the map. From that gathered detritus, Myatt sketches a man more multidimensional and truthfully contradictory than most characters who end up on the stage. The play hints at Emmett’s point of view in voyeuristic home-video footage of his cross-country ambulations projected against the set. (The device is one Myatt incorporates into many of her plays—a 36AMERICAN THEATRE APR08 henry dirocco/scr Myatt’s My Wandering Boy at South Coast Repertory in California. naïve American tourist’s recordings insert him into the action of Boats; a contemporary women-and-sex documentary juxtaposes the period material in Sex Habits.) My Wandering Boy also points to Myatt’s transient, military-brat upbringing—one of the reasons she believes place and loneliness are so prominent in her work (on-the-road evasion is also echoed in her beautiful but APR08 AMERICANTHEATRE as-yet-unproduced August is a thin girl). She’s never had a profound sense of home—but she’s starting to suspect Los Angeles might be it. She landed there in 1992 with a screenwriting fellowship from Walt Disney Studios, thinking she would stay for a year; except for the three-year span in Minneapolis, she’s been there ever since. But she regrets the lack of playwrights’ community there, a gap left by the dissolution of A.S.K. Theater Projects and Center Theatre Group’s play-development programs—a loneliness in its own right. “I get tired of sitting alone at a computer,” she says. “It’s very isolated. Playwrights need to be out in the world, connected to it, trying to answer unanswerable questions.” (Minnesota’s Bush Foundation would agree; Myatt’s two trips to Cambodia were part of a program to fund new experiences for playwrights.) Myatt is currently exploring scientific terrain in two commissions: a play about extreme weather for Denver Center Theatre Company and a Sloan Foundation–funded work for the Guthrie about neuroscience and love—called, appropriately enough, The King of Lonely. “I think it’s time to abandon this as a theme,” says Myatt—lightheartedly, but she’s not totally kidding. The King of Lonely could be read as a companion to Sex Habits—a scientist examines the brains of those madly in love while her marriage falls apart; in Sex Habits, Dr. Tittels publishes his book on female libido while his wife is having an affair. “Sex, love—what’s next?” Myatt asks. “The marriage play, maybe.” 37