Review: ‘About Alice’ Brings a Husband’s Eulogy to Life | Modern Society of USA

Review: ‘About Alice’ Brings a Husband’s Eulogy to Life

Review: ‘About Alice’ Brings a Husband’s Eulogy to Life

But creating these simulacra of the book’s characters, however accurately, is not the same as dramatizing them. Sometimes it is the opposite. Having a narrator describe his wife in prose is a remarkably different experience from having him introduce her in a play and then letting her speak his description herself. What seemed doting in his voice may seem sharp or critical or canned in hers, and his recitation of her endless admirable qualities may seem more like flattery than mourning when the woman is standing quite vividly right there.

The production, directed by Leonard Foglia, tries to address the relentless writerliness of the material by opening it up a bit. The Alice onstage is given, in addition to Calvin’s words, some of her own, drawn from two of her published works about illness: “Dear Bruno,” a letter to a 12-year-old boy hospitalized with a malignant tumor, and “Of Dragons and Garden Peas,” an influential essay about the patient’s experience of cancer treatment. But merely reciting passages from these works doesn’t help much; a play is not an audiobook.

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What we long for are moments in which the couple’s personalities collide: hers earnest and practical, his airy and arch. When we get them, the light of drama finally flickers on, as in a scene depicting a party in 1963 at which the two, meeting for the second time, flirt. But though that interaction is fleshed out with conversation only alluded to in the book, the dialogue — mostly about chiggers — does not really support Alice’s bemused contention that her future husband was never again so funny as he was that night. He just seems like Calvin Trillin at a run-of-the-mill Barnes & Noble reading.

That distinction between literary dialogue and stage dialogue keeps stalling the action; the only scenes to benefit from theatricalization are thus those whose conflict is subtextual. In the most wrenching of them, when Alice’s health is failing, Calvin must promise that, even if she dies, their younger daughter’s imminent wedding will proceed as planned. Yet death is never mentioned. The emotion is in the silence: hers to convince him and his to acquiesce.

I could wish there were more such scenes, but the material would have to be significantly rethought to produce them. And I’m not sure that a eulogy wants expanding anyway. Watching Mr. Foglia’s fine and sensitive production, you are intensely aware that something very private has become very public, with beautiful wigs (by Tom Watson) and costumes (by David C. Woolard) and projections (by Elaine J. McCarthy) and stage management and ushers and an audience to admire it all. The icy solitude of grief is gone, replaced by the warmth of nostalgia, which if it was a fair trade for Mr. Trillin isn’t so much for us.

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