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The Independent / Arts & Entertainment - pg 57
May 31, 2001

 

Hardly Kid Stuff
Speaking of Stories - At the Lobero Theatre, Monday, May 21

 



Mueen Ahmad at Speaking of Stories.  

Yes, adults need storytime in the 
evening as well.

 

Irritable sticks-in-the-mud can scoff all they want at the idea of adults sitting down to story time, but there's really nothing quite like being read to. It's a timeless, ageless comfort that stirs up the imagination and soothes the soul. At least I've always thought so. And apparently so did the rest of the crowd that packed the Lobero last week at the season finale of Speaking of Stories, simply titled, Fine Actors Performing Great Short Stories."

Actors took to the small podium set center-stage, framed by marbled-blue lighting (presumably to lull the audience into a dreamy, story-ready stupor) and dished out seven tasty stories from some of the finest wordsmiths around: namely the late, great Virginia Woolf, and the ever-tongue-in-cheek (and arguably, ever-pretentious) John Updike.

But let's face it, delivery is everything. Think of all the really bad, I mean really bad, performances of, say, A Midsummer Night's Dream, or A Streetcar Named Desire, where finely crafted drama goes up in a smoldering mess of over-articulation, a failure to savor critical dialogue, or in needless shouting. What I mean is, people can and do take great material and flatten it out completely.

And this is exactly what didn't happen on Monday night.  With little more than pure talent and a genuine feel for the material, the seven storytellers whipped up two hours of genuine magic. Most memorable were Karin delaPeņa's reading of The Astronomer's Wife, by Kay Boyle; and George Backman's rendition of Moonlight by Guy de Maupassant. Both managed to tease out the comic irony from tales that could all-too-easily be considered rather bleak. The especially depressing Moonlight chronicled the subtle transformation of a bitter, misogynistic priest into a reluctant admirer of young love. Backman's imperious command of the text, rich voice, and well-cadenced delivery made the story surprisingly funny and deeply moving. But, as my friend pointed out as we left the theater, "Any one of those performers could read the telephone book and make it sound good."

                    Reviewed by Carla Neufeldt

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