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Abraham Lincoln Goes to the Theatre
Abraham Lincoln Goes to the Theatre
Abraham Lincoln Goes to the Theatre
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Abraham Lincoln Goes to the Theatre

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John Wilkes Booth assassinated Abraham Lincoln at Ford’s Theatre in Washington, D.C. Inside that theatre today, Ranger Powell of the U.S. Parks Service takes crowds of tourists, the curious and the ghoulish through a step-by-step description of the assassination. Underneath the box where Lincoln was shot, he describes the plot of the comedy Lincoln watched that night, Our American Cousin, as being “kind of like the Beverly Hillbillies.”

Scratch the surface of any story and underneath you will find layer upon layer of fiction masquerading as fact. The play’s main character, Mark Killman—a feared but much admired director—draws inspiration from Abraham Lincoln’s assassination to stage the schizophrenia of America. He hires two actors to play Laurel and Hardy. Both are to re-enact the assassination, while he himself plays the iconic role of Abraham Lincoln as a wax figure.

The script is frequently self-referential, building on each of these “retakes” with further allusions to itself, telling the same story many times over in different voices from different points of view. Tremblay quite explicitly stages elements of literary theory with this play, including references to Jean Baudrillard’s concept of the simulacra and the “desert of the real,” concepts first popularized by the movie The Matrix—the idea that in our post-modern world, the imitator has become more relevant than the imitated, and that the virtual worlds we construct are becoming more “real” to us than the real world.

Absurd, hilarious and haunting, Abraham Lincoln Goes to the Theatre is an unforgettable mystery that asks the question: How can we ever know who we are and what is true when the world we know is shifting beneath us? Its answer is simple: John Wilkes Booth was the first American star—the actor who kidnapped reality to transform it into theatre.

Cast of 3 men.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherTalonbooks
Release dateAug 15, 2010
ISBN9780889228153
Abraham Lincoln Goes to the Theatre
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Larry Tremblay

Larry Tremblay is a writer, director, actor and specialist in Kathakali, an elaborate dance theatre form which he has studied on numerous trips to India. He has published more than twenty books as a playwright, poet, novelist and essayist, and he is one of Quebec’s most-produced and translated playwrights (his plays have been translated into twelve languages). The publication of Talking Bodies (Talonbooks, 2001) brought together four of his plays in English translation. He played the role of Léo in his own play Le Déclic du destin in many festivals in Brazil and Argentina. The play received a new production in Paris in 1999 and was highly successful at the Festival Off in Avignon in 2000. Thanks to an uninterrupted succession of new plays (Anatomy Lesson, Ogre, The Dragonfly of Chicoutimi, Les Mains bleues, Téléroman, among others) in production during the ’90s, Tremblay’s work continues to achieve international recognition. His plays, premiered for the most part in Montreal, have also been produced, often in translation, in Italy, France, Belgium, Mexico, Columbia, Brazil, Argentina and Scotland. In 2001, Le Ventriloque had three separate productions in Paris, Brussels and Montreal; it has since been translated into numerous languages. More recently, Tremblay collaborated with Welsh Canadian composer John Metcalf on a new opera: A Chair in Love, a concert version of which premiered in Montreal in April 2005. In 2006 he was awarded the Canada Council Victor Martyn Lynch-Staunton Award for his contribution to the theatre. He was a finalist in 2008 and 2011 for the Siminovitch Prize. One of Quebec’s most versatile writers, Tremblay currently teaches acting at l’École supérieure de théâtre de l’Université du Québec à Montréal.

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    Abraham Lincoln Goes to the Theatre - Larry Tremblay

    CHARACTERS

    An actor dressed like LAUREL

    An actor dressed like HARDY

    An actor dressed like a wax figure of ABRAHAM LINCOLN

    [ 1 ]

    LAUREL

    He said: I’m going to demand the impossible. I didn’t believe him. At least not at first. He probably meant: It won’t be easy. You’ll often be sorry you started on this journey.

    HARDY

    He said: You’re going to hate me, cry it’s unfair. After work, you’ll have only one desire: To go to sleep to forget what a monster I am.

    LAUREL

    I can tell you one thing: After work, the three of us going for a drink never crossed our minds.

    HARDY

    With him, there was nothing but work. I don’t remember ever asking how he felt about terrorism, non-alcoholic beer, the fate of small nations—

    LAUREL

    —where he had learned his profession, if a school, a master or a book had been important for him. Or even a film, an event. It was all very …

    HARDY

    Very …

    LAUREL

    We couldn’t …

    HARDY

    We couldn’t love a man like him.

    LAUREL

    I never touched him.

    HARDY

    Why would you have touched him? Don’t mention that kind of detail.

    LAUREL

    A detail? Not at all. I don’t know if his hands were dry or sweaty.

    HARDY

    So?

    LAUREL

    It’s important. For me. That kind of detail.

    HARDY

    Keep going.

    LAUREL

    He had mastered the art of distance. Not for superiority. More as a tool.

    HARDY

    For perspective, too. You have to get distance to aim accurately.

    LAUREL

    At the first rehearsal, without saying hello, he opened a notebook. For … fifteen minutes?

    HARDY

    At least.

    LAUREL

    For fifteen minutes, he read to us. We didn’t understand a word, right?

    HARDY

    He was reading very fast. It was about the United States. The Civil War. Confederates, Yankees, slavery, Colonel So and So, General So and So, Abraham Lincoln, the lost children of America, the tragic destiny of America—

    LAUREL

    Yes, but we didn’t understand a word. Slam! He closed the notebook.

    HARDY

    Silence.

    LAUREL

    An incredible silence. It was coming from him.

    HARDY

    Yes, the silence was coming from him. Not from us.

    LAUREL

    Not from us. No. He had also mastered the art of silence—

    HARDY

    —and had the power to completely ignore you—

    LAUREL

    —only to discover you a second later as if he were giving birth to you.

    HARDY

    He had the gift of terror like others have the gift of healing.

    LAUREL

    I wanted to be him.

    HARDY

    Don’t say that.

    LAUREL

    Why not?

    HARDY

    You’re annoying.

    LAUREL

    Keep going.

    HARDY

    I’m too good to you.

    LAUREL

    Thank you. Keep going.

    HARDY

    Slam! He closed the notebook. Then silence. A long silence. How long?

    LAUREL

    Ten minutes.

    HARDY

    At least. He’s standing. Like this.

    LAUREL

    Yes, like that. His legs spread in a strange way. Then he shouts:

    LAUREL & HARDY

    What’s this smell? Don’t play dumb, I’m talking about you two! Turn around! Turn back! You’ve looked around, you can see the extent of the damages. No? Yes? Don’t both answer at the same time. So? What’s this smell? Can’t you smell what you two little persons are fabricating on the sly? Mean, ugly little persons. The smell of holiness, is that it?

    LAUREL

    I thought: Yes, that’s it. The smell of holiness. We’re two actors. We want to be the best. To escape dying of banality, we insist on being martyrs. We want people to gouge our eyes out with a spoon. To break our fingers with a nutcracker. To rip our skin with a cheese grater. To put on display, in the centre courts of large shopping malls, our greyish remains which exude an aroma of rose, lavender or pine depending on the season and the region.

    HARDY

    Don’t exaggerate.

    LAUREL

    That’s what I thought.

    HARDY

    You’ve got a screw loose.

    LAUREL

    You don’t agree?

    HARDY

    That’s not the point.

    LAUREL

    Do you know any actor who doesn’t want to be the best of his time? Do you? We’re all willing to be martyrs to achieve—

    HARDY

    OK. Fine. Let’s keep going.

    LAUREL & HARDY

    The smell of holiness. That’s it, right? Two actors willing to do anything for an experience! Willing to dive into an abyss of stupidity or plainly assassinate their progenitor. Am I right? Willing to castrate themselves if the play requires it. If I require it. Right, you puny half-witted mutts with droopy eyes? Ah! Do you know why I chose you out of thirty of your peers? Yes? No? Not a clue? Not even the faintest idea?

    LAUREL

    No. Why us? No. I don’t know. Yes, why the two of us? Yes, why did we agree to audition with thirty of

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