I’ve let all of my professional memberships lapse this year. It’s not because the value I place on them has lessened, it’s because I’m absolutely living-off-my-credit-cards broke.
Every time I get a Dramatists Guild newsletter, or an LMDA listserve digest, I feel guilty. And sad. I consider tacking their membership dues onto my “I’ll never pay it off anyway” Mastercard, and then get even more depressed because the last thing I need to do is collect interest on membership dues in addition to all the interest I’m already collecting on gas, food, and toilet paper.
I’ve been thinking a lot about money lately. I’ve been thinking a lot about whether the Universe is testing me or if I’m only perpetuating my personal crisis by trying to find meaning here in the “What am I doing wrong?” zone of under/un-employment.
And maybe this week’s Black Friday Bludgeon-a-thon tipped me over into even drabber waters, because I really can’t help but be so focused on the deepening divide in this country between the “Haves” and “Have-Nots”.
We are not so far from a Hunger Games world as we think.
Which has me thinking: Why aren’t there more movies and plays being produced that tap into today’s economic and social crises? I admit, living in AZ – and now TX (yeehaw!) – has me at a disadvantage; I do not have my finger on the pulse of American theater. (I’ve had to let my TCG membership go as well – I miss you American Theater Magazine!) But I continue to read books and plays like a fiend and I consider my $5 movie matinees a forgivable splurge. I also spend (too much) time online, trying to stay abreast of theatrical conversations and to feed my artistic self with updates about what is happening.
I try to stay up to date on what people are writing about and what audiences are gobbling up.
And I’d like to see more stories about the struggles going on in the trenches.
I read The Hunger Games series shortly after it came out. No, I take that back… I devoured that series shortly after it came out. I listened to friends talk about how the author didn’t “demonstrate the best craft,” and rolled my eyes, because they were eating the books up almost as fast as I was.
You see, the story is gripping. The characters are compelling. And the issues at play in the series are indeed very relevant, because – thematically speaking – we already live in a panem et circenses era.
Therefore, Hunger Games Fever is stoked not only by the story’s entertainment factors, but by our own class issues, hang-ups, and battles as well. And it’s a HUGE box office success which means the story is reaching people. There are many films, plays, and books that never enjoy the kind of commercial success the Hunger Games has achieved – so I’m not arguing that we need to make commercialism our goal! But what I am suggesting is that audiences, while still wanting to be “entertained”, are also starved for relevance… and that IS a worthwhile goal.
We playwrights need to ask ourselves, thematically, what’s going to move today‘s audience? To make people laugh harder, gasp louder, and think more fully? To create the kinds of worlds and characters that compel an audience to act?
I don’t want to pacify an audience.
I don’t want to be part of the circus.
I want to break the circus down and get people up on their feet!
But that’s a big wish. Even the project I’m referencing – The Hunger Games – which had a profound effect on my busy little mind, is still “just” a book. “Just” a movie… I don’t see people refusing to buy up bits of tabloid what-not written about Jennifer Lawrence because – as is dramatized in the story – they now see that PR is all just illusion aimed to distract us from the pain behind the “circus” of life.
Still… I’m also probably not the only person making such a connection either.
We writers are all throwing stories into the ring, hoping one will catch the eye of the Ring Leader so that he/she will present it to the audience in grand fashion. (Unless we become Ring Leaders ourselves…) Isn’t every story just a part of the circus until someone receives it as more than?
I might be stretching the analogy a little thin…
All I know is, I’m out here on the perimeter looking in – as many writers and artists are – observing this spinning world from my own little nook, trying to say something worthwhile. It’s a tough place to be sometimes, what with also living on planet Earth and locked in near constant financial aerobics in order to stay afloat. I don’t always have the perfect words. Sometimes it takes me months to get a scene “Just right”. But people ask me what kind of plays I write, and I realize that the one thing my works all have in common is that they always tackle something bigger than myself.
Whether my intent is to make my audience laugh or cry, I always want them to leave the theater thinking. I don’t want to distract them from the ugliness that is around them – I want to point at it, analyze it, laugh and scream at it…
There are a lot artists out there trying to achieve the same thing: to awaken the audience.
I just didn’t realize how important that “awakening” was until my life became less about “Which new boots am I going to buy with this week’s wages?” and more about “How am I going to eat this week?”
And, unfortunately, until I can stop answering that grocery question with my Mastercard, it looks like I’ll have to continue putting off paying all those membership dues.
But I’ll still be here – applying for jobs like motherf***er, trying to write stories that really move people, and hoping that enough someone-elses want to hear what I have to say that those stories I’m throwing into the ring start sticking.