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“Two Thousand Six Hundred and Something”: a lecture about performing a text

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Photo by Maria Baranova-Suzuki

Lecture performance, 110 minutes with intermission.

This lecture performance began with what I considered good journalism. In December 2015, American Theatre magazine hired me to write an article on the Goodman Theater’s adaptation of Roberto Bolaño’s novel 2666. Robert Falls, who’d steered the project to fruition, told me a remarkable story about how it all began: On vacation in Barcelona in the mid-2000s, he saw posters all over the city with a photo of “pink crosses in the desert, and this mysterious number, 2666.”

As Falls recounted it, the posters, he learned, announced the publication of Bolaño’s posthumous masterpiece in paperback (the book having originally been released in 2004). I set out to find the image for the article–it’s a great story!–but didn’t have much luck until, eventually, I found an image meeting the description. The only problem? It wasn’t for a book, it was for a theatrical adaptation that pre-dated his own by a decade, from Spanish director Àlex Rigola.

The article I wrote for American Theatre was mostly concerned with translating Bolaño’s long, digressive, multi-part narrative into a script, but nagging me the entire time was a different question: What does it mean to translate the violence contained in the novel into a visual image, for the stage?

The heart of 2666 concerns the very real feminicide that’s been occuring in Ciudad Juárez, Mexico, since at least 1993. But the novel is at least as much about how violence–feminicide or otherwise–is represented as it is about these events. Not only does the novel employ its own distinctive literary devices, but it delves deep into film, pornography, visual art, and literary depictions of violence. Its primary concern, in essence, is how we are to understand violence and interpret it in a larger frame, however seemingly oblique and obscure it may be in the present. In fact, this the best sense I can make of the novel’s enigmatic title (which actually occurs in a different Bolaño novel), as a future date of reckoning, a sort of vanishing point in the future, from the perspective of which that which is hidden in the present is revealed and knowable.

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Sister Sylvester’s “The Maids’ The Maids” Returns w/ the Working Theater

Photo by Maria Baranova
Photo by Maria Baranova

No rest for the weary, they say. It feels like only a couple weeks back that we were closing our revival of They Are Gone But Here Must I Remain at Under the Radar (according American Theatre, we’re an “always intriguing company continues to create unexpected, challenging work that approaches story and ideas from multiple angles and generates a thrill with unusual juxtapositions.”

Well, we’re already back at work, this time re-tackling our 2014 piece The Maids’ The Maids, which had its first presentation at Abrons Arts Center. We’ve torn the piece apart, reduced the cast, re-written substantial elements of it–basically took all the parts we loved and seek to make them work better. The occasion is an invitation we’ve received to present The Maids’ The Maids as part of The Working Theater’s 2016 Reading Series on April 4. The Working Theater is dedicated to “tell[ing] stories that reflect a diverse population of the working majority, that acknowledge their complexity and oft-denied power in an increasingly complex world, which we hope will unite us in our common humanity.” Which makes us a great fit with their mission. Our “reading” will be a “staged reading,” however, demonstrating the use of objects, movement, and so on, that are so central to the show.

The reading takes place at 6:30 on Mon., April 4 at the Dorothy Strelsin Theater at 312 West 36th Street. $10 suggested donation, RSVP available online–with limited seating I suggest you get your ticket soon!

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January Festival Season Is Around the Corner

Sister Sylvester's "They Are Gone But Here Must I Remain." Photo by Maria Baranova
Sister Sylvester’s “They Are Gone But Here Must I Remain.” Photo by Maria Baranova

Under the Radar and PS122’s COIL Festival have announced their line-ups for the 2016 festival season, and they come with pleasant surprises. First of all, I can’t help but plug the work I am myself involved in: Sister Sylvester is reprising They Are Gone But Here I Must I Remain as part of UTR’s Incoming! series. We’re pretty stoked about it. We go up on Saturdays January 9 & 16. It’s very exciting and we’re ecstatic to be part of the same festival as Toshiki Okada, whose God Bless Baseball is presented at the Japan Society as part of UTR. Kathryn Hamilton and I actually met at an afterparty back in January back in 2012 talking about Okada and how much we loved his work. I maintain he’s one of the most interesting theater artists working today, and worth checking out.

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Sister Sylvester’s “What’s Yours Is Mine (On a Beach At Night Alone)”

indexOur latest from Sister Sylvester is halfway through its run, and so we want to make sure you know about it. It’s strange even for us: A highly intimate (no more than 10 people per night) performance called What’s Yours Is Mine (On a Beach At Night Alone).

It starts with a story that may or may not be true, about finding a book on the night train to Lisbon. It’s about – and an experiment in – radical hospitality. It references Genet. And…other things happen.

Featuring a remarkable cast and what might be our most ambitious design yet, it takes place at Torn Page in Chelsea, the art space and reading room maintained by actor/director Tony Torn in the historic home of his parents Rip Torn and Geraldine Page, which is also the most beautiful spaces we’ve ever performed in (with all due respect to Abrons Art Center and JACK).

Kathryn came up with the parenthetical part of the title. I came up with the actual and I don’t think she actually knows what it’s from. So scroll down if you want to relive part of your childhood, Americans, and otherwise visit BrownPaperTickets to reserve a spot. We close this Saturday, November 21.

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Coming Fall 2016

Sister Sylvester Fall

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Zoe Scofield: Guggenheim Fellow

Zoe and me with some cool-ass tech stuff.
Zoe and me with some cool-ass tech stuff.

It was, if I recall correctly, sometime back around March 2013 that I had a late dinner with Zoe Scofield in the East Village where she proposed I do a project with her. We had no money and no practical way to do it at the time, but Scofield liked whatever it was I meant when I was talking about “embedded criticism,” and she was intent on shaking up how she made her work, so this thing called “No Ideas But In Things” happened. Sort of. It was tricky. I wrote a lot online but embedded criticism proved tricky. That said, this past winter I finished a 12,000-word essay which got whittled down to a mere 7,000 that will…well, more on that shortly! In any event, I was super-stoked when Zoe texted me this afternoon with the news that this afternoon she was announced as one of 175 John Simon Guggenheim Foundation 2015 Fellows. That’s hell of company she’s in, and I am absolutely honored to have been invited by her to spend a year and a half watched her create BeginAgain, and am excited to see what she does next. Congratulations!

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Publicity and Production Photos From “The Maids’ The Maids”

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Support zoe|juniper Who Need a New Set Because FedEx

To get an idea of where I‘ve been with this, you check out this narrative more or less covering (actually, dancing around) my project with Zoe Scofield and Juniper Shuey. In 2013. Not the 2012 part, not the 2014 part. Just 2013. This is the morass I’m working way through right now–hours of interviews, hundreds of photos, pages upon pages of writings, dozens of emails. All to produce a definitive document of the making of BeginAgain, which will be returning (in mainstage form) to NYC as part of PS122’s 2015 COIL Festival, at Baryshnikov Arts Center.

And that’s just what I’ve been through. Think about the artists! All that work! Unfortunately, for all this work to come to fruition, the company needs to replace a massive, hand-made, delicate paper cut-out backdrop by Celeste Cooning. Which was literally lost in the mail. And which FedEx did not cover the cost of replacing. So let’s all help cough a little bit to let us see this amazing design the way it was meant to be seen.

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Reviews of “The Maids’ The Maids” Are In

Photo by Maria Baranova
Photo by Maria Baranova

“Engaging and frustrating, imaginative and jumbled, original and derivative” –Alexis Soloski, The New York Times

“The refreshing result (half-documentary, half-Genet) is chaotic, but it’s also productive and genuinely subversive; Hamilton gives us the kind of mess you learn from making.” –Helen Shaw, TimeOut New York

“[A] dramatic seed blossoms late in the production when the otherwise goofy Isabel Sanchez delivers a sedating monologue on the real-life implications of the Papin sisters’ brutal act,” –Tara Sheena, Hyperallergic.com

“[A]s intentionally messy as the stage floor after the performers have spit Fritos all over it.” –Tom Sellar, the Village Voice

“To flood a small space with emotion is not an easy feat. I hope, upon entering the space, to see reflections of the artist’s emulated interests. I hope to enter into a place that is somewhat secret, forbidden, and where words and reason are non-essential. That space can be a memory, it can be triggered by the exclusivity of language, it can be a hotel room in LA, or a theater at Abrons Arts Center. But when those spaces collide, and when you realize that the unifying factor is the story of unheard stories, you know you’ve found something worth experiencing. And then you clean it off.” –Georgina Escobar, Culturebot

 

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Sister Sylvester’s “The Maids’ The Maids” Opens Oct. 31

Sister Sylvester’s The Maids’ The Maids Opens Oct. 31

Photo by Maria Baranova
Photo by Maria Baranova

A note from the dramaturg:

I was just re-watching a video we shot in early summer during the first rehearsals we did for The Maids’ The Maids, (opening Oct. 31 at Abrons Arts Center; tickets $20). It was unpleasantly hot that day, and I’m wearing multiple layers of clothing—basically every shirt, light sweater, jacket, and hat we could find in the space, even a bright pink rain slicker. We’re working with a woman I’ll call Juana, one of our collaborators on the piece, and we’re having her teach us how to be one of her nicknames. She has several, it turns out, each referring to a different part of her life, and this one was “Rambo.” Even though I’m not an actor in the piece (I’m just the dramaturg), when she cast us in roles, she chose me to be Rambo, I guess because I was the only man in the room, or because she likes to flirt with me. (I got my own nickname during rehearsal: “El lechero,” the “milkman” who Genet’s maids lust after in his original play.)

I’m wearing all of these clothes because Rambo is the nickname Juana got while illegally crossing the border, and you’re dressed against the nighttime cold of the Nogales desert. I am quite warm though, and sweating under all those layers, as she has me scurrying back and forth in the rehearsal room, stopping every couple steps to yelp and tug at my pants. “Espinas!” she explains—thorns or cactus needles caught in your pants. You can’t stop to pull them out, so you try to keep the pants off the skin. Then we stop and drop into a crouch. It’s time to rest. The only food you have is in the front pockets of your clothes. There’s no light. You cross when there’s no moon. No cigarettes, no cell phones. Complete darkness and silence.