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Dan Cawthon, Ph. D.
Saint Marys College
Images Of Transcendence
In The Plays of Brian Friel
Naming transcendence has been the primary task of theatre in the western
world since its beginnings over two and one-half millennia ago. The
theatre of Dionysus in Athens was built on sacred ground; the plays
themselves probed the nature of the gods and their relationship to mortal
humans. The audiences that assembled for the dramatic festivals did
so in order to glimpse what is not visible in day-to-day existence--the
transcendent action underlying their entrances and exits on the stage
of life. The myths that were enacted awakened them to the mysterious
ways of the cosmos. They framed the fundamental questions of human nature
and confronted the cold silence of the grave. For the Greeks, the theatrical
experience and the religious experience were the same.
Early
in the twentieth century, Eugene O'Neill challenged the theatre of the
modern world to re-discover a theatre rooted in transcendence. He insisted
that the most daunting reality to be faced by the playwrights of his
day was the death of God and the failure of science to provide a viable
alternative. His entire career was dedicated to the struggle of naming,
like the Greeks did, that reality which he calls (borrowing Strindberg's
term) "behind life."
In
the final act of O'Neill's autobiographical Long Day's Journey Into
Night, the young poet, Edmund, refers to this reality as "something
greater than my own life, or the life of Man . . . Life itself! . .
. God, if you want to put it that way."(1) To perceive this reality
is to be charged to give it a shape, a name:
"Like a saint's vision of beatitude. Like the veil of things
as they seem drawn back by an unseen hand. For a second you see--and
seeing the secret, are the secret. [page
152] For a second there is meaning! Then the hand lets
the veil fall and you are alone, lost in the fog again, and you stumble
on toward nowhere, for no good reason!"(2)
It
is the thesis of this paper that the unseen reality that haunts the
plays of Eugene O'Neill is to be discerned, as well, in the plays of
Irish playwright Brian Friel. Like O'Neill, Friel has struggled to image-forth
that reality which lies behind, shapes, and drives human action. In
his plays, with very few exceptions, he treads on to that slippery territory
where the human and transcendent "otherness" intersect.
In
other words, both Friel and O'Neill take seriously the plight of the
modern; both of them leave behind the Catholic institutional framework
in which they were raised. Yet, each of their souls has been wounded
by the experience of something beyond, alive and active within them,
demanding that they reject the world-view of their cultures and set
out on an unknown path. Their calling is relentless, religious. It demands
a surrender of their lives, promising nothing in return except the fleeting
assurance that they have been spared a life of death-doling conformity.
Matt
Wolff, in the April, 1994 issue of American Theatre, has detected
Friel's preoccupation with transcendence. He points out that the "ineffable"
is a constant theme in Friel's plays:
More than any dramatist since Beckett, Friel has made a career out
of expressing the inexpressible-giving voice via words, music, and
most critically, silence, to those vast reaches which language cannot
fill. . . . This dramatist writes metaphysical mood pieces, not showstoppers,
and his most haunting passages lie in his characters' inevitable reacquaintance
with this world as they acknowledge, even silently, the next.(3)
While
Wolff finds similarities between Friel and his compatriot Samuel Beckett,
I am suggesting that Friel is aligned, as well, with the dramatic vision
of O'Neill. The protagonists of [page 153]
Friel's plays bear within their souls "a touch of the
poet." Wounded by the perception of transcendent otherness, of
mystery, they can no longer find solace in the homeland of family, country
or religion. For a second they "see" the secret which escapes
the sight ot those around them; they set out to give it a shape, a form.
Like O'Neill's Edmund, they confess to being strangers who never feel
at home, who do not really want and are not really wanted, who can never
belong, who must always be a little in love with death. Finally, they
perceive the futility of their enterprise: each of them echoes Edmund's
plaintiff cry: "I couldn't touch what I tried to tell you just
now. I just stammered . . . Stammering is the native eloquence of us
fog people."(4)
Friel
is a prolific writer. In addition to over fifty short stories, many
of which were published in the New Yorker during the late fifties
and early sixties, he has written over twenty plays since The Enemy
Within was performed in 1962. In the United States, Philadelphia,
Here I Come!, Lovers, Faith Healer, Translations,
Dancing at Lughnasa, Wonderful Tennessee, and Molly
Sweeny have been the most frequently performed. The Friel cannon
is filled with images of the quest for and dim perception of transcendence.
In almost all of his plays, the protagonist is under the charge of an
unseen force to leave the familiar in order to take up life on the boundary
between two worlds.
In
The Enemy Within, the playwright's first play to be produced,
Saint Columba leaves Ireland with his companions to begin life anew
at Iona, off the coast of northern Scotland. The journey is not from
one geographical place to another: it is from the homeland of his birth
to the mysterious kingdom of his soul. The play recounts the cost of
surrendering to the call of transcendence. In the final scene, Columba
curses Ireland for having seductively robbed him of his Christ, of sucking
his blood, of stealing his manhood: "What more do you demand of
me, damned Ireland? My soul? My immortal soul? Damned, damned, damned
Ireland!" But his voice breaks; he is suddenly aware of what he
is leaving behind: "Soft, green Ireland-beautiful, green Ireland-my
lovely green Ireland. O my Ireland." He then musters the courage
to confront his destiny on the boundary: "We were. . .asleep. .
.But we are awake now and ready to begin again--to begin again--to begin
again."(5)
[page
154] In Philadelphia, Here I Come!, transcendence
is imaged by splitting the personality of the protagonist into the "public"
Gar and the "private" Gar. The former wears the shackles of
Irish enculturation, whereas Private Gar is "the unseen man, the
man within, the conscience, the alter ego, the secret thoughts, the
id. . . the spirit."(6) The play recounts Gar's growing awareness
of life in a world other than the one in which he lives. However, as
in The Enemy Within, life on the boundary is paralyzing. In the
course of the play, Gar says goodbye to the girl he has loved (and lost),
his mates, his school teacher, the parish canon. In the final scene,
he anticipates the separation from Madge, the housekeeper who helped
raise him and, like Columba, experiences the pain of the border: Private
Gar taunts Public: "God, Boy, why do you have to leave? Why? Why?"
He can only stammer: "I don't know. I-I-I don't know."(7)
In Crystal and Fox, Fox Melarkey and his wife Crystal roam the
countryside seeking audiences for their traveling carnival show. They
have no permanent home. Malarkey's description of what drives him is
reminiscent of O'Neill's reflection in A Long Day's Journey Into
Night:
Once, maybe twice in your life. The fog lifts, and you get a glimpse,
an intuition; and suddenly you know that this can't be all there is
to it--there has to be something better than this. . . . And afterwards
all you're left with is a vague memory of what you thought you saw;
and that's what you hold on to--the good thing you thought you saw.(8)
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