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By ROBERT W. BETHUNE I recently saw
a criticism of David Auburn’s play, Proof, in which the writer remarked, “Real people don’t talk
like that.” It’s a peculiar, and peculiarly interesting, assessment
on several levels. First
of all, it’s certainly not the consensus view. Few reviewers even discuss
this aspect of the play; most focus on the issue of whether or not there
is enough story there, and on the idea that mathematical proof has little
to offer when dealing with real life. Some are fascinated by the idea
of the undiscovered mathematical proof, others by the character relationships—love
among the intellectuals is always fascinating to the intellectuals.
Those who do address the question do so favorably. Clive Barnes remarked
in The New York Post that Auburn “provides characters behaving credibly
and natural dialogue without a single stagy phrase stumbling the flow,”
and John Simon, in New York magazine, remarks that “those of us who
want their dramatic characters to be real people need not feel excluded.…
All four -- whether loving, hating, encouraging or impeding one another
-- are intensely alive, complex, funny, human….” Could
it be that the characters don’t mumble enough? There certainly is a
school of dramatic writing today that values, curiously enough, inarticulate
speech, and the more inarticulate the better. I envision the day when
a script will consist of a series of stage directions: “He grunts. She
grunts. They grunt at the same time.” For an art form that is wholly
based on the value and importance of the spoken word as the essence
of action, it is truly strange to see some practitioners attempt to
do without the central element of their medium—rather as if architects
were to decide that shaped space is not important to what they do. Of
course, real people do mumble sometimes, and a really gifted playwright
can do wonders with characters that seem to mumble, that don’t seem
able to express themselves with clarity and precision. Playwrights who
do that have mastered a kind of theatrical prestidigitation, a verbal
trompe-l'oeil that makes us think we are hearing less than we are. The
way people speak in The Grapes of Wrath is not literary or intellectual,
but it can be achingly clear all the same, and it has little to do with
how real migrant workers of that time spoke; it has everything to do
with making us hear what they truly had to say. Every
artist, in every medium, must select, arrange, shape, edit; must give
texture and flow to natural materials. So it is with dialogue. People
on stage will never speak like real people; dialogue will always be
something different than natural speech. If natural speech were worth
listening to for it’s own sake—as dialogue must be in the theater—you
could sell admission tickets to bus stations, restaurants and bars;
people would be enthralled by the natural, untransformed dialogue they
would find there. Somehow, that seems not to be the case; a piece of
good speech from the natural environment is special, unexpected, worth
remarking upon and telling others about. Providing that kind of expression
doesn’t just happen; it takes someone who can do what a dramatist does
to make it so. The
most fundamental mistake, however, lies in the idea that theater ought
to be concerned with surface reality. The central strength of this art
form—the only thing it has left, really, in the modern world—is
the ability to portray inner reality. We don’t need characters who talk
as if they were real; we need characters who speak in such a way that
we know they matter. In the end, that is why Auburn’s dialogue in Proof
works. His characters come from the gut and try to deal with a profound
human issue, one especially painfully trenchant in our modern world:
the issue of trust. Who can we rely upon to trust us if not those who
say they love us? And what if we do not get that trust? That’s what
there is to talk about. Real people definitely do not talk that way.
They can’t. They don’t have the words to say what needs to be said.
That’s why they need a dramatist. That’s what a dramatist does, why
the work of a dramatist is valuable: a dramatist can say what real people
do not say, because they can’t, and the dramatist is the rare person
who can. |