Now Playing: Theatre Review
Maman and I read noospapers onna 'puter very early every morning, and we read Noos frum Inkland, furst, onna'count obba Fakt they wake up before we do.
And Maman is very fond of reading Theatre Noos because a Very Long Time Ago that wassa big part of her life and she bemembers the Good Parts and likes to tell us abouddit because that is part of her Lore that makes her Who She Is. Sumtimes it's innerestin', but usually, I just sleep through this part obba Sunday Morning reading onna'count obba Fakt bunnies don't go toda "Theatre", but today sumfing caught my 'tenshun that makes me fink I might wanna go and see.
There issa noo play that is opening some place called "The West End". Maman says this is in London, which is in Inkland, where alotta rilly good (which means "profitable" Maman says) shows seem to come frum. This show is called "War Horse" and Maman told me she finks this is going to be the Nextest Big Thing to come to Broadway in Noo Yawk, or it Should Be.
Because the actual star of "War Horse" issa horse named Joey.
Well, Maman said, actually the show issn't a real show like everybunny is used to onna'stage, it's a puppet show.
And that makes "War Horse" and especially the star, Joey pretty unique.
Maman said that Joey would pretty much have to be a puppet, or sumfing, because while there are real horses who are actors in films and such, most critters don't like being onna reg'lar stage for enny extended period of time onna'count obba hot lights, cramped spaces, overwhelming tension and weird smells. Maman says add in loud noises coming frumma "orchestra pit" and most four-foots (and menny two-foots) just lose their minds. She said "Reality is only ever relative inna theatre atta best of times."
And then she told me about sum "rilly negative hext'speriences" she had with horses and udder critters on-stage, 'specially every time she managed to be ennywhere near sum production called "I.E.Da" by a guy named "Joe Green" She said to me,
"Face it, when twelve hundred pounds of someone isn't happy, and they express this unhappiness inna very physical and perfectly authentic animalistic modality on-stage, there is no happiness for anyone connected with the production."
Which I sus'pose is troo.
So in order to tell the story of Joey in "War Horse" the guys that imagined it assa show saw it a puppetshow. And Maman says that Joey's story is extryordinary, so extryordinary that a extryordinary way hadda be imagined to tell it. Because Joey, the horse, got caught up inna terrible stoopit tragedy hoomins call World War One.
And Maman told me that most hoomins had fortygetted World War One, that it was mostly a Historian's War, in that the only ones innerested in knowing abouddit were Historians. But reg'lar hoomins shouldn't fortyget it.
And I was like, "Well, bemembering the Lore is allus important. That's whut Hunny told me when he passed the Lore on to me when I wassa Youngbun. He said, 'You are too young to know, but I am too much obba Senior Bun not to tell you'. And so he did and that's how-come I get to hang on toda Lore and tell abouddit."
And Maman nodded and said that World War One was 'portant because it wassa Furst-and-Last War. It was the Furst conflict to involve almost everybunny, everywheres and it wassa Furst hoomin conflict to employ huge technological advancements, like airplanes, automatic weapons, tanks, communications, internal combustion engines and bio-chemical warfare to the detriment of Society and the Environment - and it was the Last hoomin conflict to be fought the way wars had always been fought before, face-to-face, person-to-person. It was the line where the Past met the Future - one of the few places where the edges of History gets stitched togedder and alla seams show - and where if you turn one way, you can look back to see What Was and if you turn the other, you can see forward to What Will Be with terrible certainty.
And Maman said that horses stood on this dividing line, looking backwards and looking forwards, and still Followed Their Hoomins. They didn't take enny "sides" inna political dispute, and they didn't choose who was "right" frum "wrong". They followed and they loved and the "sides" didn't matter.
And I was, like, "Well, of course not. Whut Concerns Us issa Warren, or the Herd, or the Pack, or the Chowder - the welfare of Alla Us Togedder."
And Maman nodded and said that World War Too was unlike World War One. World War Too was alla'bout Alla Us Togedder, anna clear battle of "Good-against-Evil"; that the names "Auschwitz" and "Majdanek" remain forever as testimony to the reality of Evil at work inna werld. But World War One, she said, was about ideas and abstractions and that critters just followed their hoomins, and loved them and trusted them and then ran uppa'gainst the technology of a Future that nobunny even suspeckted existed, and so they were all betrayed.
And I was, like, "Whoa."
And I sat onna futon and I hadda short fink abouddit and then I axted Maman, "So sumbunny has put alla those ideas onna stage with puppets?"
So I looked up at her and axted, "Issat The Noo Yawk Times?"
And Maman looked at me and blinked, and she's, like, "George, there is only One 'Times' and that's the Times of London. All other 'Times' are imposters. Ask your Dadda and he'll tell you the same."
So, when Maman gets that tone in her voice, I figgered I wouldn't push the matter, lemme tell you!
But I do fink I would like to go and see the story of Joey, the War Horse who stood onna seams of history. And I think I would like to go and see puppets, even though I am not too sure Whut They Do or how They Do It.
Onna'count obba Fakt that it seems to me, that even though World War One is not part of Our Lore and even though Joey the War Horse was never part of Our Warren, his story is still important to be Bemembered Here at Our Warren. Everybun's Lore touches everybunny else's Lore at one point or anudder. We are all part of Alla Us Togedder, so that What Touches Wun, eventually touches All sumwhere along the seams. So mebbe it only appears that alla different Lores are all seperate frum each udder, differing by kind. I do not believe that they differ so much in importance, because like Hunny told me,
"Unless we know where we've been, how can we know where we're going?"
So I fink I want to know more about War Horse.
----------------------------- By George