Published in New Ceylon Writing No. 6
The director had invited me to a rehearsal two weeks before
the performance, and I had come in time to see the principal players who
play the lovers, Catherine and Rudolfo, working out the positioning and
movement and alignments in a pivotal scene in which he is asking her why she
finds it so hard to leave the home of her aunt and uncle and be with him,
and live their life together.
The story takes place in an Italian immigrant family in
mid-20thC Brooklyn, and the claustrophobia and voyeurism of the setting is
evoked by the simplest of sets: steel benches in a square, with see-through
plastic sheeting in the foreground, and a set of steps leading up to a central
doorway/archway which leads to the streets outside.
The man of the family, Eddie Carbone, has aspirations for a
better life for his niece, Catherine, who has grown up in his home. He
wants her to live in a nice neighbourhood, amongst a better class of people
than those she has so far moved among. He is extremely protective of her.
What is clear to us, viewing through the sheeting and the
frames, and the mediating guidance and commentary of Eddie's lawyer, is that
Eddie is in love with Catherine. And this is romantic love, not fatherly or
avuncular. And it is unacknowledged by Eddie, who is unconscious
that, when he looks at his niece and comments that she is walking in 'too
wavy' a manner, that he looks at her as a lover looks,
territorially wishing to shield her from the gaze of other men.
The extended family situations in which many of us live in
Sri Lanka are spoken to very powerfully by this production, as unacknowledged
wishes, longings and desires flourish in repression and denial.
Blurred relational lines are fuelled by physical
proximity and patriarchal values, in which the man of the house, the
hard-working provider,
feels unconsciously entitled to more than daughterly
devotion, when a girl becomes an adult still living at home.
Individuation is a central theme of the play, and in an
ideal world Catherine would get a job, become independent financially, and
settle down in the neighbourhood with a nice young man who is worthy of
her intelligence, her sweetness and her beauty. And her
uncle's unacknowledged feelings would gradually subside, like flood
waters that have exceeded their limit, and return back into the normal
lines of acceptability.
It is usual to castigate and scapegoat child molesters and
paedophiles for unnatural behaviour. This play, and this production in
particular, shows us three adults equally caught in an explosive triangle
which is tragically detonated by the arrival of a young man who Catherine likes
enough to marry.
I say three, because Catherine loves her uncle dearly,
and Eddie's wife, Beatrice, sees her husband's situation with agape
and compassion, not blaming her niece in any way, and
encourages her to grow up and actively seek and insist on her
emotional independence.
We see Eddie's dislike of Catherine's suitor as comic
initially: Rudolfo is a vibrant, attractive and outgoing personality, with
brazen blonde hair and an exuberance which acts like a magnet on Catherine.
Eddie openly suspects him of being 'not right'
(translation: homosexual), because he likes to sing and is creative in
ways outside Eddie's ken. And this disapproval, fed by jealousy of
him as a rival, escalates into the accusation that Rudolfo is only
interested in Catherine so that he can become an American citizen.
This unjust suspicion, which he communicates as fact to
Catherine, catalyses her through outrage and confusion into clarity, where
she is forced to choose, and her choice causes Eddie to confront Marco and
Rudolfo, because he has not been able to confront his own unfulfillable longing
to be with Catherine.
This is romantic, because it is a dream that can never come
true, in real life. And it is tragic, because Eddie allows his feelings to
interfere with his niece's pursuit of her happiness independently of him.
The lawyer, his devoted wife, and all of us viewing the unfolding of the story,
can see that Eddie is becoming more and more isolated and obsessed, and we are
powerless to stop the tragic outcome.
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