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Strange Interlude
(FEBRUARY 13, 1928)
Strange Interlude. Culture climbers, scattered seafaring men,
drama devotees, Germans, George Jean Nathan, common people eyed
narrowly the first performance of the season's prodigy. Eugene
Gladstone O'Neill's nine-actor was solemnized by the Theatre Guild.
The play began at 5:25, ran until 7:30, took recess for hungry
actor and audience, resumed at 9, discharged at 11:10.
The play was strange, not only by reason of its length.
Playwright O'Neill re-introduced the aside mainstay of earlier
dramatists, long discarded by scornful realists. His people's works
and actions he completed with their thoughts. every few moments the
action stopped completely while an immobile performer spoke what
was rattling through his mind. The spoken word was often direct
denial of its companion thought. Suspicion, mastered grief,
cynicism, inferiority--the raw matter of truth--were permitted and
expressed. The author tried devotedly to give his hearers a third
theatrical dimension. The strange convention, difficult at first
to grasp, soon blended into the engrossing total.
Nearly everyone agreed on faults. The play dragged toward the
end. As age smothered the characters their dramatic interest
dwindled slightly. The asides were not always accurately and
shrewdly handled; the new technique was necessarily a trifle
coarse. Rose the inevitable foolish chorus that Nina was a vile
female and should never have been written up at all. Some strove
to discredit it with the growl that O'Neill had simply taken many
findings of the psychoanalysts and copied them into his characters.
Beyond and above all these disturbances rose the conviction of
many an acute observer that a great play had been delivered to the
world. Writhing and not always sharply articulate in the labor of
his composition, Playwright O'Neill has done no tidy job. Raw life
does not arrive that way. Uncompromising, tiny and horribly large,
mystic and yet inestimably exact, Strange Interlude sweats blood.