Awkward inhumanity…

My daughters, Sarah and Cheyenne, and I went to the theatre last night. We saw The Twilight of the Golds put on by the Tin Roof Theatre Company at the The Stage at Island Park.  It is a short run play – it only has two more shows, this evening and Sunday afternoon.  I tell you this at the outset because I do not want you to miss seeing this play if you care about, or love, any human being that has what some may consider a “defect”.  This would include developmental, mental health, and sexual orientation “defects”.

The Twilight of the Golds is an interesting play.  It is not for the casual play attendee.  There are layers of statements about parenting, acceptance, faith-based convictions, family, hypocrisy, bigotry, love, ignorance, and intolerance in this play that are woven through the dialogue and individual characters’ monologues that require thoughtful reflection.  You need to pay attention to all the pieces and nuances that may seem abstract at times.  In the end you will walk away with an appreciation for the tightness of the story’s weave and the depth of the message that you are left with.

If you are Jewish or gay, you will not be able to ignore the lingering truths the play presents throughout the dialogue and monologues.  If you are yourself in any way less than perfect based on the ideal human species – which we all are – you will be unsettled by this play.  You will laugh at times and cringe at others, but in the end you will be left to wonder what you would have done in the same situation.

This play has been around for a couple of decades, yet it still delivers a powerful punch.  Interestingly, I never heard the word gay or homosexuality uttered – it was just alluded to in a dozen different ways.  I found it a bit sad how relevant the themes explored in the play remain today.  In some ways, it is as if no time has passed at all.

The synopsis of the play from The Stage’s page is as follows:

The controversial dramedy tackles the issue of fictional genetic testing that can not only determine physical or mental disorders, but even the sexual orientation of an unborn child. When Suzanne Gold-Stein has a genetic analysis done by her husband’s lab on their unborn child, she discovers that although she has a perfectly healthy baby, the child will be born gay, like her brother David. She now must decide whether to keep the child, or to have an abortion. Her family, especially David, whose sexual orientation has never been fully accepted by his conservative family, then enters a crisis about love and acceptance as she makes this difficult choice.

Get out to this play tonight or tomorrow (Saturday at 7:30 PM and Sunday at 2 PM) and reflect upon the truths it challenges you to see.  I am guessing you will leave the theatre a bit agitated at the awkward inhumanity that is evidenced in the choices that are made.  That is okay…indeed, I imagine that is exactly what playwright Jonathan Tolins was hoping to incite in audience members.

Day one thousand three hundred and forty-one of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

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I teach at NDSU...but I remain a student of life with all the enthusiasm that entails. My favorite saying is, "Sometimes you have to take the leap and build your wings on the way down." In the new forty that is what I am doing...building my wings.
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3 Responses to Awkward inhumanity…

  1. Larry Schwartz says:

    Thanks for the plug. It was my pleasure to direct this show. ls.

  2. B-dubya says:

    Wish I could have seen this show. It sounds like much food for thought.

  3. tim haering says:

    Ms. C, the problem with plays like this is that they inevitably preach to the choir. The folks who really need to confront the issue will never go to see it. Genetic testing, like Greggery Peccary’s calendar, has many of us wondering, “What hath God wrought?”

    Information is not knowledge. Knowledge is not wisdom. Wisdom is not truth. Truth is not beauty. Beauty is not love. Love is not music. Music is the best.

    If you go carryin’ pictures of Chairman Mao, you ain’t gonna make it with anyone anyhow.

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