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The line is its own critique: Like young women, old men have dreams too. Everyones a dreamer, a fact that can bring either tragic or wonderful results, depending on how each dreamer approaches that other unbearable fact, the disappearing present, which turns into the unrecapturable past too quickly for us to plan the future. Lanford Wilson was a poet, whose plays hymn the sagas of embattled dreamers, struggling against each others dreams. He himself became part of the past on Thursday, March 24, dying of an emphysema-related condition just two weeks short of his 74th birthday.
The temptation to type Wilsons playwriting dogged him throughout his career, and its results have inevitably cropped up in the outpouring of memorial tributes. But the principal beauty of Wilsons substantial output is the grace with which it resists such typecasting. He wrote in a conventional realistic modewhich he constantly broke, reshaped, or departed from as the mood struck him. He wrote about the poor, riffraff, losers, the displacedexcept for all the plays in which he examined the rich, the comfortably off, the professional classes, academics and artists. He wrote with tender sentimentexcept that every sentimental stroke in his scripts is framed by irony and planted in a ground of sturdy fact.
Not coincidentally, he loved Chekhov, another playwright whose crisscrossing ironies tend to be oversimplified into sentimentalism by the worlds misunderstanding. Not irrelevantly, when he and a group of equally committed friends founded what would become Circle Repertory Company, the only acting role he undertook with the troupe was the lead in an American classic that he loved, and that might be viewed as quintessentially un-Chekhovian, e.e. cummingss him. Something like cummingss freewheeling sense of theatrical gesture and his surrealist games with verbal displacements merged, in Wilson, with Chekhovs exactingly notated sense of realitys mishearings and overlappings.
Wilson himself was like a voyager, traveling among the classes and the social realms of American life as he traveled aesthetically among the variegated styles of art and literature. (In his later years, he became a passionate collector of outsider art.) A state college dropout from a single-parent home in a medium-size town, Lebanon, Missouri, he drifted through Chicago and Southern California before making common cause, in the beginning years of the Off-Off-Broadway movement, with a group of graduates from an elite university, Northwestern. The startling early plays that built his reputation, Home Free (1964), The Madness of Lady Bright (1965), Balm in Gilead (1965), and The Rimers of Eldritch (1966), all display his acuteness of observation in tandem with his formal flexibilityand have all, even more remarkably, held up well in repeated revivals.
In the afterglow of Balm in Gileads acclaim and the successful Off-Broadway mounting of Lemon Sky (1970), with a memorable lead performance by the young Christopher Walken, Wilson and his chosen colleagues founded the Circle Theatre Company, which ultimately evolved into the long-lasting institution that everybody in the New York theater knew as Circle Rep. From intermittent productions in a grungy loft over a supermarket on Broadway and 83rd Street, it grewespecially after the triumph and Off-Broadway transfer of The Hot l Baltimorefirst into an established subscription theater, expanding its activities with acting and playwriting workshops to the point where its waning and final loss in the fiscal upheavals of the 1990s are still felt with a pang by many artists.
Led by Wilsons director of choice, Marshall W. Mason, Circle Rep created a distinctive style, which it described as poetic naturalism, and which it happily breached whenever a play it loved demanded something else. The company nurtured a host of playwrights besides Wilson; it spawned or furthered the careers of countless actors, many now prominent, as well as designers and composers. Most often, the productions on which Wilson and Mason collaborated were the keystones up to which its seasons arched.
Among these, the trilogy that evokes Wilsons hometownTalley & Son (1985, originally titled A Tale Told), Talleys Folly (1979), and Fifth of July (1978)became the most widely known: The latter two had long Broadway runs, with Talleys Folly winning Wilson his only Pulitzer Prize. Others, though, linger as strongly in the memory: The troubling Serenading Louie (1976) gets frequent revivals, while the neglected work that Wilson aficionados, myself included, prize most highly, The Mound Builders (1975), may yet prove to rank among his longest-lasting achievements. Other Wilson works that deserve renewed attention include, besides a cluster of one-acts, his early Broadway mishap, The Gingham Dog (1969), and the late plays Rain Dance (2003) and Sympathetic Magic (1997).
Something should be said, too, about Wilson as an adaptor. His versions of Chekhov, made in close collaboration with a native Russian speaker, are among the most playable and authentic-feeling in English. Two adaptations for other media, made from the works of another writer with whom he felt an intense kinship, Tennessee Williams, also belong on that list of neglected works that should be looked at again: the TV film of The Migrants and his libretto for Lee Hoibys opera, Summer and Smoke, which some have considered a distinct improvement over the original play.