The fact that a new production of David Mamet’s vicious and unremitting Oleanna is currently being staged in London after glowing reviews — including five stars from The Guardian — might come as a surprise to those who have followed recent responses to his work.
In the summer of 2019, Bitter Wheat, Mamet’s last new play to be staged in London, received a volley of one-star reviews and seemed to paralyse the faculties of some critics. It starred John Malkovich as the Harvey Weinstein-inspired Barney Fein, who suffers a breakdown after sexually assaulting an actress.
That same year, Lloyd Evans, The Spectator’s theatre critic, remarked on the unlikelihood of an Oleanna revival. “The #MeToo movement has made it redundant or even confusing,” he wrote. But here it is, a new Oleanna — and now that the most heated debates around gender have at least temporarily moved to a different sphere, we can see the play for what it is: the most potent distillation of Mamet’s antipathy towards higher education.
In 1992, audiences interpreted Oleanna as a straightforward gender clash, apparently taking it so much to heart that there were screaming matches and fistfights in the lobby. The thrill of the fallout — surely a bit exaggerated — has become part of American theatre lore.
Some reviewers still see the play as an exhibition of unchecked male entitlement. The Guardian reaches for the usual formulas, calling John, the professor who is censured for putting his arm around a student, a “stealth predator” guilty of “micro-aggressions” and “gaslighting”. Directors might choose to highlight the sleaze and sexual tension, but the bulk of the text is an argument between two thwarted idealists at different stages of disillusionment.
“We, who could not pull a tooth, try a case, do a profit or loss sheet, or — likely — change a tyre, were taught that we must change the world,” wrote Mamet recently for The Times. What we have in Oleanna is a teacher in crisis over the disappointment of his career, and a student made to feel like a failure for struggling to keep up with the arbitrary rituals of formal exams. When John offers Carol an “A” grade for taking part in a series of one-to-one sessions, it is not necessarily with lascivious intent — he is mocking the wholesale worthlessness of grades. For John, who is on the verge of tenure, higher education is “something-other-than-useful”, a “prolonged and systematic hazing”, which nevertheless allows him to afford a house for his wife and children. In Carol he spots the opportunity to tell the truth — for once.
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Subscribe“interpreted Oleanna as a straightforward gender clash, apparently taking it so much to heart that there were screaming matches and fistfights in the lobby.”
I immediately thought of Thurber Cartoons which often had men and women locked against each other in combat in every conceivable way, also the theme of his stories – (for those of you too young to know Thurber’s cutting edge 1930s humour, avant-garde esk, https://duckduckgo.com/?q=thurber+cartoons&t=ffab&iar=images&iax=images&ia=images) (‘Perhaps this will refresh your memory’ – as the attorney produces a kangaroo as evidence in court to dismay the defendant) His main gist is the absurd with men/women as the core, and animals the periphery.
The article does not say but I hope the story is in the absurd camp, rather than some kind of dreary bleakness of small, unhappy, lives..
“The Guardian, calling John, – a “stealth predator” guilty of “micro-aggressions” and “gaslighting”.
This is a great example of what we used to call ‘Peak Guardian’.
The best thing about this piece was the link to Mamet’s article in The Times.
But the best piece about Mamet’s article in The Times was the quote lifted from it in this piece:
Great review – thanks.
I did not see Oleanna on the stage, but I did see the film, starring William Macy, which I found to be stunning at the time. Now it seems prophetic as well.
How things have changed. Ruth Bader Ginsburg said that it was Vladimir Nabokov, at Cornell, who “taught me to read.” Dare I say that there might have been some sexual tension in the room when Ruth took a walk over to Goldwyn Smith Hall to take advantage of Vlad’s “office hours?”