By Gregory Kable, dramaturg
Deborah Salem Smith’s intimate and expansive drama Love Alone deftly engages several
seminal debates of our cultural moment, including the effectiveness of our
health care system, escalating litigation and its impact on doctor-patient
dynamics, and the status of women in male-dominated professions. It equally
addresses broader themes of mother-daughter relationships, generational gulfs,
interpretations of justice and personal responsibility, core human experiences
of love and loss, the legal standing of same-sex couples and the painful, yet
profound process of recovery from any life-altering circumstance.
Thanatology, the interdisciplinary field focusing on death,
dying and bereavement, entered popular consciousness in the 1960s, due in large
part to the widespread influence of a pair of books generating considerable
attention. The first was journalist Jessica Mitford’s The American Way of Death, a
1963 expose of the funeral industry
which spoke to a dominant national repression and avoidance in all matters
related to mortality. The second was the classic 1969 study On Death and Dying by Dr. Elizabeth
Kubler-Ross. Rooted in her clinical work with the terminally ill, Kubler-Ross
provided the psychological complement to Mitford’s sociology, identifying a cycle of responses in
the face of death which she famously proposed as stages of grief. For
Kubler-Ross these were comprised of denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and
acceptance, the purity of any theoretical model complicated by Kubler-Ross’
awareness that individual reactions vary greatly from any definitive pattern,
particularly given the thread of hope that passes through all of these
permutations.
Gustave Moreau, Orpheus (1865)
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How appropriate, then, that the settings in Love Alone are intermediary spaces such
as waiting rooms, a house made alien by absence, a new home, consulting
offices, music touring arenas and parking lots, and that its characters are
likewise in varied states of transit. A realtor, a rising musician, a doctor
just out of residency, a young married couple in a period of adjustment,
combine for a study of lives in flux, and their consequent mutual
vulnerabilities are equally revealed as potential strengths. In such tentative
environments, emergencies can land with seismic force, while the opposite can
also be true: without the certainty of long-held habits and stubborn
resignations, the known and familiar are less calcified obstacles, and growth
can occur with unforeseen swiftness. But Smith refuses easy answers and pat
resolutions. As in classical tragedy, her characters must navigate a complex
landscape of ethics, law, and politics.
Love Alone further
resonates with the classical world in its themes attending to art. In The Hero with a Thousand Faces,
comparative mythologist Joseph Campbell outlined the main contours of the Hero
Quest in religion and mythology, defining three recurrent phases he labels
separation, initiation, and return. This pattern of isolation, immersion, and
reintegration is as applicable to one’s progress through mourning as it is
emblematic of the creative process. Among the most prominent mythic figures in
twentieth-century art is the Greek god Orpheus, a deity whose story is
inextricably tied to music, death and rebirth. Orpheus charmed nature itself
with the sound of his lyre, journeyed to the underworld in a vain attempt to
recover his lost wife Eurydice, was torn apart by frenzied Bacchants, and
ultimately resurrected.
For numerous artists, Orpheus has served as a symbol of both
the creative spirit and the alienation which can accompany that identity.
Tennessee Williams wedded both perspectives in his mid-century tragedies Orpheus Descending and Suddenly, Last Summer, whose respective
protagonists were a musician and poet broken and literally consumed by corrupt
contemporaries. In contrast to these metaphors of a fallen world, Smith offers
a rebuttal in the person of a female guitarist, whose success in a punk band
“One-Armed Edna” (recalling the dismembered Orpheus) is a testament to all of
the women of rock before her, from acoustic legends Joan Baez, Joni Mitchell
and Bonnie Raitt, to electric pioneers Nancy Wilson of Heart and Joan Jett, to our present spectrum of pop confessor
Taylor Swift and Moscow activists Pussy Riot. This ascendance of female
guitarists in the often unwelcoming male landscape of rock embodies a message
of empowerment which speaks to that promise of survival in the Orphic legend.
And the assertiveness linking these divergent women is another marker of those
wider drives toward greater equality in America and abroad. Nevertheless, on
the personal level, such a journey, like Orpheus’ own, is fraught with peril. States
of uncertainty, fear, and regression are as frequently suffered through in the
arts as in grief. In this respect, it’s telling that the renowned American
director Anne Bogart titles a central chapter in her essays on the profession
“Terror”, counseling the anxious that in making peace with danger, “beauty is created
and hence, grace”.
Just as artists embrace the darkness, and each successive
female musician widens the path for those who come after, Smith’s play confirms
that mourning can be an experience as marked by dignity as distress. As she
reinforces in an interview, “You never know who you are until it’s your
tragedy.” Love Alone offers us a
collective portrait of individuals simultaneously bound together and pulled
apart by a common crisis: their emotional evolutions tracing a syncopated yet
similar arc in the direction of that terminal point of the mythic quest: moving
through stages, rebuilding relationships, aspiring toward healing, committing
to wisdom, and finding a way back into the light.
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