Have you ever listened intently to someone explaining, succinctly and articulately, an esoteric concept you never understood before, until you suddenly exclaimed triumphantly, “A ha! I got it!” only to discover a moment later, when someone asks you to explain it to them, that the whole explanation has disappeared like a puff of smoke and your mind is completely blank?
Once, when we lived in Norway, my husband and I went to a lecture where the featured speaker was Russian cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin.
Gagarin spoke in Russian and an interpreter translated his remarks into Norwegian.¬† We didn‚Äôt speak either language, but as I sat there nodding and smiling, and laughing when everyone else did, I really felt I was getting the gist of the conversation.¬† Until my husband, apparently impressed with my heretofore-unsuspected language skills, asked me what was being said. And I realized that I didn‚Äôt have a clue!
And so it is with Beckett.
Samuel Beckett is one of my favorite playwrights. But I have to admit that a great deal of my enjoyment comes from the pleasure and satisfaction of actually “getting” what he‚Äôs talking about. Sometimes.
Beckett speaks a language all his own and, combined with shouts and outbursts and stillness and non-sequiturs, it could be Norwegian. But as articulated by Barry McGovern, considered one of the finest interpreters of Beckett‚Äôs work, the words just sing.
McGovern, a former member of Ireland‚Äôs Abbey Theater Co., has performed in many of Beckett‚Äôs plays, including an award-winning production of “Waiting for Godot” at the Center Theatre Group‚Äôs Mark Taper Forum in 2012. (In that same year Beckett‚Äôs “Krapp‚Äôs Last Tape,” starring John Hurt, was presented at the Center Theatre Group‚Äôs Kirk Douglas Theatre.)
McGovern has come to Los Angeles once again under the auspices of the Center Theatre Group and with director Colm O‚ÄôBriain, founder of Ireland‚Äôs first multi-media venue and artists‚Äô cooperative, to present a stupendous one-man compendium of a Beckett trilogy that he first introduced at Dublin‚Äôs Gate Theatre in 1985.¬† Working then and now with author, reviewer, and educator Gerry Dukes, McGovern selected dramatic excerpts from three of Beckett‚Äôs novels: “Molloy,” “Malone Dies,” and “The Unnamable,” and all alone on a virtually empty stage, he creates three unforgettable characters.
The first, Molloy, is a crotchety, rumpled old man who delivers a long, rambling narrative while riding his bicycle to his mother‚Äôs house. He has adventures with people and a dog along the way, and a constable who arrests him for sitting on his bicycle in a lewd manner, and finally, he launches into a long digression about his habit of sucking stones and moving them systematically from one pocket to the next in his jacket and his coat.
The second character, Malone, is introduced lying prone on what appears to be a coffin. It‚Äôs actually his bed in an asylum or a hospital (Malone is not sure which), but he is preparing himself to die as he talks about his life (“I eat and excrete,” he says) and the people he interacts with in the asylum. “I shall die tepid,” he declares, and “I forgive nobody.”
And finally, there is the man so obscure that he is introduced as “the unnamable.”¬† Who he is and where he is are undetermined, and his monologue is existential, ranting, and largely incoherent. He is confused and fearful, of oblivion, of death, and of silence. But his last words are “I‚Äôll go on.”
And for McGovern, it‚Äôs on to a standing ovation.
“I‚Äôll Go On” continues Tuesday through Friday at 8 p.m., Saturday at 2 p.m. and 8 p.m., and Sunday at 1 p.m. and 6:30 p.m. through Feb. 9 at the Kirk Douglas Theatre, 9820 Washington Blvd., in Culver City. For tickets call (213) 628-2772.
Cynthia Citron can be reached at email@example.com.