"Once you put feed out, they keep coming back. If you forget or
go away for the winter, they'll starve. They won't know to look for another
place," J.D. Salinger muses as he fills a bird feeder. In Susan Miller's
thoughtfully conceived Arts and Leisure he could be referring
to his brief published literary output and the generations of sophomores
who fed on it. In particular he could be referring to David, a college
popular American literature professor with delusions of being Holden Caulfield
grown up but who is, in reality, a Caulfield clone looking for Never Never
Land. He has never become the hero of his college years but thinks he
will find heroism renewed in Salinger's unpublished manuscripts, the supposed
secret labor of 20 years' seclusion.
After David and his ex-student/ now girlfriend/video arts major Ginny
break into Salinger's New Hampshire farmhouse hideaway with her intentions
of taping an interview for her grad project and his of scooping up all
that wonderful Salinger prose or blowing up the house, he finds that heroism
is something different than he imagined. Salinger, played by William Schallert
with humor and ease covering an inner tension built during two score and
more years, begins a cat-and-mouse game with the intruders that is less
dramatic than it is cerebral, but in its very intellectuality it becomes
dramatic.
This is not theatre for those who read epic fantasy; it is theatre of
ideas and the ideas bounce back and forth between Salinger and his guests
like a shuttlecock. His suggestion that perhaps they should go and break
into John Irving's house instead ("he might even offer the spare
room") is the keystone of his strategy. Why do they want him, if
anyone's interested, if he actually has written anything and
if he'll let them off his intellectual hook. Miller knows her field
and prepares the battle like a chess game. She finds frenetic lines of
unreason for David, nicely delineated by Sam Anderson with a patina of
the aging perennial student, which are grist for Salinger's mill. She
gives the video arts major Ginny just enough distance from Salinger's
time and place (although she has just read Catcher in the
Rye) to provide a freshness, nicely captured in a delightfully offhand
way by Corinne Bohrer as a leftover flower child who swears she's not,
with a slight hardness underneath in Bohrer's reading which makes one
believe her.
There are moments in Jules Aaron's direction when it would serve the
play better to brighten the tempo, particularly in the climactic second
act (it would also sharpen the fencing between author and professor) but
he plays Salinger's game as intricately as his protagonist and sets mood
well throughout, especially in almost tender scenes between the author
and the budding video artist. On Mark Donnelly's wonderfully homey farmhouse
setting, the kind of room a writer could relax in, filled with the evidence
of a lifetime of thinking and caring, Aaron stages the action to look
much bigger than is possible in the restricted space. Ann Bruice's costumes
are perfect, down to the comfortable shirt and sleeveless sweater Ginny
imagined Salinger would wear, with Paulie Jenkins' lighting creating a
fine New Hampshire mood. Leonora Schildkraut's usually fine sound is highlighted
before the opening lights go up by the clever use of a telling period
recording of "Jeepers Creepers" ("Where'd you get those
peepers").
If you've never read about Holden or Frannie you might miss the whole
point; if you have, Arts and Leisure will be your cup of tea,
maybe along with one of Salinger's "good" peanut butter and
jelly sandwiches; it all just proves that Salinger's world is still thriving.
His typewriter clicks on at the final curtain; he is still discovering
new heroes on impossible quests.
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