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A CurtainUp London Review
Gatz
The production of the novel about the not so beautiful side of the beautiful people is set in an ugly and scruffy office in the 1980s, initially with the constant drone of big city traffic and horns. Office worker Scott Shepherd starts to read the novel with the usual arrivals and movement of the other office workers behind him which I found quite distracting. However quite soon, these office workers start to play a role from the book and things came alive for me. At first it is the professional sportswoman, golfer Jordan Baker (Susie Sokol) who catches our narrator’s eye with her practise golf swings and for whom he later confesses he has “a tender curiosity” before he is disillusioned and comes to the conclusion that she is incurably dishonest. We meet rich man and neighbour Tom Buchanan (Gary Wilmes) and his wife, the ethereal and very pretty Daisy (Lucy Taylor) and soon go to New York on a jolly with Tom. This time the jazz age is in full swing and Tom is with one of his mistresses, Myrtle (Laurena Allan) who is married to Tom’s social inferior, George Wilson (Aaron Landsman). Scott Shepherd is Nick, the book’s narrator and he moves to a house across the bay from that of the mysterious Gatsby, about whom a whole set of rumours gathers, along with the guests at his fabulous week long parties. Did he once commit a murder? Is it true that he is a German spy? We wait for the entrance of the eponymous socialite with one of the greatest build ups in literature. And then Gatsby (Jim Fletcher) extends the mystery by telling Nick that he has faced a great sadness and explaining that someone else will explain it all. The early scenes have quite a lot of humour, not in the book but to do with the improvised nature of the production as a rag doll (why not a toy dog?) perversely stands in for the puppy Myrtle bought in New York. We also laugh at Nick’s antics with his antique pc which reliably and frequently freezes, and again nothing to do with the book. Every word in the book is there, including the he saids and she saids, unnecessary in later scenes when the actor is voicing the words. However it was when Nick put down the book and no longer pretended that he was reading that I felt Scott Fitzgerald’s wonderful prose jump off the pages of the book. This made me want to return to the text. Although Nick openly talks about Tom’s transition from libertine to prig, it is the bandage on Myrtle’s broken nose, broken when Tom hit her, that even when she is playing roles other than Myrtle is an ever present reminder of his mistreatment of a woman. It is of course a virtuoso performance from this small company. Scott Shepherd knows every word of the novel, a great feat. The question for me is whether this dramatisation is the best way to experience The Great Gatsby. As I love reading and picturing the characters in my mind’s eye I think I would be more at home with a copy of the novel. In England from the 1990s we have had Shared Experience’s physical experiential staging of the great novels and those marathon Dickensian productions of Nicholas Nickleby as well as the BBC television serial dramatisation of the classics. The strength of the ERS is undoubtedly the intact nature of the prose but a drawback is the actors cast as 1980s office workers rather than as the personification of their 1920s characters and a full suspension of disbelief.
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