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by Ian Walker, BACKSTAGE WEST
July 13, 2000
&nbs= p; &= nbsp; &nbs= p; &= nbsp; WALKER TO WALKER
Act One, Scene One.&n= bsp; As far as I know, no playwright ever starts with those words—n= ot when they pick up the pen. Th= ey start in a much hazier, intuitive place.&n= bsp; The playwriting process is somewhat of a mystery, even for the playwright. So when Second Wi= nd Productions asked me to conduct a “playwright to playwright” interview with Canadian George F. Walker, I was intrigued. Second Wind is producing two one a= cts, one by each of us, under the title = Walkers on the Wild Side. Our pla= ys were an interesting match: his play, Criminal Genius, a dark f= arce about petty criminals; my play, Eri= n’s Hope, a dark comedy about Irish gun-running and love. I was a nervous, too. The other Mr. Walker is one of the= most respected and produced playwrights in Canada. His plays (26 of them) have been performed by some of the biggest companies in the world. I was a local scribe still struggl= ing to get my work produced. What ea= sed my fears was the fact that we shared a common love: the Marx Brothers.
I started the interview by asking about rituals, the l= ittle behaviors that allow one to submerge into the fragile world of the characters. For me, the writi= ng process starts in the shower. Fragmen= ts of the characters drift hazily about, luring me into their world. Once dry, I pursue them with= a good cup of coffee, often in a café. I require a new pad of paper for e= ach play, and headphones. Music c= reates a kind of emotional grease for my thoughts, a way to connect the dots when = the vision falters. My muse usual= ly hands me the end of the play first, accompanied by a big fat question: “Who on earth would do somet= hing like that?” I asked Geo= rge about his process:
Do you have any
rituals for writing?
I like to write fast, and I like to walk. I’ve done some plays on the = move, walking, or sitting in doorways, taking pads and scratching down stuff. I like to be outside in the summer= and write as much as I can. It= 217;s an active thing.
I never know what I’m going to write. I have a feeling, a couple of char= acters in my head. And then they say something, and maybe I hear a vague response. I just try to stay in touch the emotions, and basically they do the work.&= nbsp; I call it “Method” writing.
There are many=
forms
of writing. Why plays?
Up here, all the publishing houses were like a club. Theaters, on the other hand, were
actually looking for new work in the early 70s. I wrote a play and The Factory The=
ater in
Toronto produced it. I wrote
another and they did it. After
that, it was kind of like a job.
They said they would do everything I wrote, and they basically did.<=
/p>
You weren’t already in love w=
ith
the theater?
The second play I ever saw was my own. I’d read plays, in school an=
d on
my own, but I’d never actually seen any. Ignorance was a great motivator. You don’t know all the mista=
kes
you make. They were pointed o=
ut to
me by critics, of course. I
listened to them at first, but then I thought that’s one of the probl=
ems
with theater. There are all t=
hese
traditions, these rules that you’re supposed to adhere to, when all t=
he
theater really is is an empty space that you can fill up with whatever you =
want…
as long as you keep the audience’s attention.
Do you see mor= e plays now, or appreciate them more?
No. It= 8217;s where I go to work. I donR= 17;t go to hang out. I think it is= much more important to be a person who lives in the world. People in the theater often talk a= bout theater endlessly. It can be = a very small world. I’m not tr= ying to write the perfect play. I = would rather just connect with an audience, and the way to do that is to stay connected to the real world. I encourage my friends not to see my plays, really. If they see one, they want to talk= about it. I really don’t like= to talk about my plays. I say, “let’s make it brief. Did you like it? Did i= t mean anything to you?” And t= hen let’s move on.
South African playwright Athol Fugard once wrote that = he was trying to create truths that the hand could touch. I’ve always been drawn to th= at phrase. It has a kind of magi= cal aura to it—the creation of something concrete from the ethereal, the abstract. In Fugard’s w= orld, the truth had strong social and political implications. He approached writing, as I do, wi= th an eye towards its social reverberations.&nbs= p; Art shouldn’t merely reflect life; its reflection should cause= a disturbance. I asked George W= alker what he thought about social responsibility and theater.
Does theater h= ave a social role or responsibility in your opinion?
CRIMINAL GENIU=
S is one
of six plays in the Suburban Motel series that takes place in the same hotel
room. Did you ever say, ̶=
0;Oh,
criminy, can’t I get out of this room?”
I loved being there.&= nbsp; I liked the confined space. When you’re not searching for that environment, you remove one= of the barriers between intuition and creation. The Suburban Motel series, because= I wrote six plays all at once, was very liberating. The other plays in the series, bec= ause they’re heavier, gave me permission to write Criminal Genius. I could never have written it by itself, because it would be considered frivolous. It’s neo-vaudeville.
On the surface, Criminal Genius may= be a farce, but there are still serious issues underneath.
That’s the balance. There’s a certain sadness to=
it
that gives it some kind of weight, that keeps it from just floating away. I was really enamored with the
vaudevillian sadness, the way they relentlessly went to their doom. These people (Rollie, Stevie, and
Shirlie) were doomed—so was Phillie, everyone who came in touch with
these guys.
I ended my interview with a question that had been o= n my mind all week: What’s y= our favorite Marx Brothers movie?
He answered me in two words: Animal Crackers. After nearly an hour, we ended the interview. I thanked him for = his time; he wished everyone good luck and to “have fun”. He made a point to send his best w= ishes to everyone involved in the project. I was touched by his warmth and openness… but only for five dollars. And that came later.=