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- <title>
- 1920s: Strange Interlude
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1920s Highlights
- Theater
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- Strange Interlude
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- <body>
- <p>(FEBRUARY 13, 1928)
- </p>
- <p> 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.
- </p>
- <p> 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.
- </p>
- <p> 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.
- </p>
- <p> 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.
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- </body>
- </article>
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