Category:
Drama
This play is a serious farce - for beneath this seemingly light entertainment is contemplation of class, gender roles, the nature of love and mortality itself. But on the surface, it is a romp, a hotchpot of mistaken identity, physical buffoonery, vulgarity, rhymed couplets, alliterations and word play (e.g. “I must snare this hare before she becomes rabidly aware.”): a fractured fairy tale for adults culminates in an increasingly frenetic, farcical series of reversals.
“The Master and the Magician,” is a romp, a farce, a hotchpot of mistaken identity, physical buffoonery, vulgarity, rhymed couplets, alliterations and word play (e.g. “I must snare this hare before she becomes rabidly aware.”): a fractured fairy tale for adults culminates in an increasingly frenetic, farcical series of reversals.
To this end, the language of the play initially is straightforward and fairly naturalistic, but as the realm of magic becomes the locale of the action, the words also become more heightened and overtly poetic and playful (e.g. “I must snare this hare before she becomes rabidly aware.”). Yet beneath this seemingly light entertainment is a contemplation of class, gender roles, the nature of love and mortality itself.
Class is built into the very vocabulary of the characters as the noble Lovers employ a greater proportion of French derived words; the peasant Lovers use more Anglo-Saxon based words and the magical characters utilize Latinate words. The play uses the conventions and clichés of its faux medieval world (romantic love, divine right of kings, etc.) to both subvert those conventions in not only the world of the play, but more importantly, our own modern world.
Story-wise, the premise of this play is that a magician is dying - both young before his time and childless from an unnamed scourge. He spies out a possible apprentice / heir, and begins her tutelage - however without her knowledge. For she is the lady-in-waiting to one of the four Lovers – they whose hearts will be pulled and twisted like taffy during one last "game" of hearts between the Magician (Merchand) and a trickster (Glimm), a Puck-like spirit who is both the Magician’s familiar and antagonist – in essence this titular master is a personified fate figure. For the magician, this game with the lovers is his textbook to train his hoped for heir, Kavernia.
The game itself is similar to Puck’s usury of the lovers in "Midsummer Nights' Dream", however rather than arbitrarily changing the affection of one lover for the other, in my play the Lovers’ romantic desires stay the same. But, their souls are placed into each other's bodies, i.e., via a magical body swap, somewhat similar to the device used in "Prelude to a Kiss" and in numerous science fiction stories, such as various episodes of "Star Trek".
Therefore, it is key that the magical characters in this play do not have power over the common mortals’ spirits; thus free will is maintained. The Lovers are not mere puppets to manipulate, but rather the Lovers still make their own choices - albeit within the new given circumstances of class, sex and position, as well as physical abilities which their new bodies present them with. Thus the privileged must deal with becoming non-privileged, masculinity with femininity and love with different masks… and vice versa.
Meanwhile, the magician’s heir apparent Kavernia learns to wield her own power, and so assist Merchand in completing his task before his dying.
Magic is my metaphor for art-making. The artist/magician in the end cannot defeat fate nor of course, death, but art can make some sense, some re-arrangement of facts and emotions, so that our fates can be comprehended.
Excerpt
from Act I, Scene 3:
PRECIA
If I pace here long enough, the Prince is bound to pass. The palace is not so grand that he can avoid this hall. (She paces some.) Oh, what a fool I am! If he sees me with this piss pot, he will completely turn his mind against his heart. As it should. Who am I to dream against fate? Yet, I long to see his sad eyes once more...even if he must hold his nose.
(She paces off to one side of the stage. Dalmandia and Kavernia enter from the opposite side.)
DALMANDIA
Never ask me “why” again - you are not my equal anymore. You are now as insubstantial as a shadow.
KAVERNIA
But m'lady, you won’t need me once you are dressed for the Ball. I beg your mercy...
DALMANDIA
Fine, I will give you this last satisfaction of knowing "why" I cannot allow you to leave my side. And then no more kindness on my part.
KAVERNIA
Yes, m’ lady. Thank you.
DALMANDIA
When I am troubled, I need to know I can always turn and see you and my confidence is renewed. See, you are indispensible to me. (Suddenly.) There is that shrew who bedevils my prince.
KAVERNIA
(Aside, curtsying) I think you must be looking at a mirror my lady.
(Precia has sighed and begun to walk toward center stage. Dalmandia heads toward her.)
DALMANDIA
You with the piss pot. Keep your place.
PRECIA
Forgive me lady, I.... You were at the stream today.
DALMANDIA
What insolence! Kavernia, do you hear this wretch? (To Precia) Purloining pupfish, you dare to spread yourself before our great prince.
PRECIA
What can I say, lady, I am no match for you. You outrank me in both position and purulence.
(Dalmandia gasps.)
KAVERNIA
(Aside) Pus! Ha, that's a good one. It seems that sticky love for two flawed men leads to an even stickier hate between two women.
DALMANDIA
(Recovering.) Impudent wench! (Aside) How does a maid learn such words? There is something unnatural here. Her ambition is too like mine. I must snare this hare before she becomes rabidly aware.
(Glimm, giggling, runs forward from his perch of books. He taps Kavernia on one shoulder while passing her other side. He then snaps his fingers, locking the other two women in frozen antagonism.)
KAVERNIA
(Turning to her left.) Who did that? (Turning back, and swinging her fist quite late at Glimm...) YOU! You, slimy snig.
GLIMM
I'll take these two brains and swirl them around,
but leaving the same two bodies on the ground
(scene continues)
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