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A CurtainUp Review
Address Unknown
Katherine Kressmann Taylor's 1938 short story sized novel, Address Unknown, managed to give a relevant theme the twisty excitement of a thriller. In editing and directing it for the stage Frank Dunlop has worked overtime to avoid epistolary stasis. The splendid performances of Jim Dale and William Atherton as the two men whose friendship falls victim to Hitler's seduction of even reasonable Germans, make this two-hander worth seeing despite its overly fussy and too hastily paced production. The play begins in 1932 and ends in 1934 -- four years before the book was published, first in the fabled magazine Story and shortly afterwards as a book credited in The New York Times Book Review as "the most effective indictment of Nazism to appear in fiction." The protagonists are two men who left Germany after World War I and established a successful art gallery in San Francisco. Max Eisenstein (Dale) is Jewish and Martin Schulse (Atherton) is Aryan. Dale, jauntily attired in pinstriped pants and vest, starts off the correspondence tapping away at a '30s style typewriter at his end of a stretch limousine length table; Atherton, in a baronial robe and black boots that hint rather obviously at the uniform underneath, talks into a dictatophone at the other end. Neither religion or Martin's breaking off a passionate extra-marital affair with Max's beloved younger sister seems to have affected their being close friends as well as business associates. In fact, as the play opens, Max appears to fully understand and sympathize with his partner's decision to take a less active role in the gallery in order to raise his three young sons in the economically depressed Fatherland where his American income enables him to live in princely luxury. However, as Martin becomes increasing infatuated with Hitler and his ability to fire up the dispirited Germans to once again be proud and hopeful, Max hears reports of atrocities against Jews. And so, tension creeps into the correspondence. Eventually Martin suggests an end to their personal correspondence though he still expects his share of the gallery profits to be sent to the bank where mail from the United States arrives uncensored. Max retains enough faith in the erstwhile friendship to entreat Martin to protect his sister who has unwisely put herself in harm's way by appearing in a Berlin theater where she is chased off the stage by the Jew-baiting audience. When the Hitler-smitten Martin betrays Max's last shred of trust, Dine's depiction of the man's pain is a marvel of unbearably intense, non-verbal acting. Good as this scene is, it also underscores major and minor directorial weaknesses. While James Youmans' set cleverly manifests the subtle similarities and differences in the two locations of (San Francisco and Munich) in which the men compose their missives, Dunlop fails to make it support his efforts to create a sense of the men actually interacting face to face. The hearbreaking scene of Dine's final disillusionment also shows Dunlap to be remiss in doing his homework about a Jewish ritual practice. (Jews don't wear mourning armbands, but torn ribbons). It is because Eisenstein and Schulse are fictional characters that Kressmann Taylor had the luxury of concluding the correspondence with a twist worthy O'Henry or de Maupassant. The author's build-up of Martin's arrogant assumption that anything can be said to a Jew makes it less of a stretch to see the revenge-prompting letter as a case of arrogance ultimately exceeding common sense. As there would be no twisty ending without this horrendous letter you would be robbed of its impact if I told you more than that the tragic act of betrayal Martin writes about inspire the gentle Eisenstein to devise an ingenious revenge. The title is at the heart of both the betrayal and the revenge. This being a double tragedy, no one has the last laugh, as the concluding image of Max makes gut-wrenchingly clear. More than half a century has passed. The Nazis have long been defeated, but the power of a madman to tap into the yearning for a leader to restore lost prosperity and national pride is as chilling as ever. Thanks to Dine and Atherton, this production is despite its shortcomings as agreeable to watch as it is disagreeable to contemplate.
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