PART II
The Odyssey, on Angel Island State Park, 2012. Conceived and directed by Ava Roy, original score by Charlie Gurke, played by We Players May 12-July 1, 2012)
The Odyssey without Odysseus
Good hike, no magic. Were we pealing the onion?
Pablo Fischer
(Cont.)
On to a new stop. Another spectacular vista of the Bay. But we stop to see... the sirens? Well, by now, we just need to forget Homer. There is a girl holding a rope down there, as if pulling. The 200 try to see what's going on. The viewpoint holds 20. Many stand three or four lines behind. They see nothing. But they keep trying. The mass expands as best it can to the sides. I don't think many have realized yet that not much is going on. She holds the rope, pulls, and then falls asleep. I come to think of Günter Grass' "pealing of the onion". I'll put the thought like this: There is this very fashionable and expensive restaurant in Berlin. It is extremely difficult to get a table in the place. The specialty served is an onion: A big plain raw onion on a plate. So you sit with your fancy party at the exclusive table, start opening the onion, and... cry.
On we go. The pleasant and catchy song "May the Gods Have Mercy" is played on our way to Olympus. There, a sort of family discussion confronts us. Up on the rocks and far away from the 200, two teenagers, Athena and Hermes, quarrel in front of daddy Zeus about favors unfairly provided to the other and, yes, about something else: Helping or not helping Odysseus, who, as the reader now knows, doesn't exist.
We walk to the Cyclops' cave. "Friends, it is very dangerous!", we are reminded. Battery Drew serves as the cave, a dark cement cube. We enter and pack together as cattle in a small corral. After a moment's confinement, we exit. Outside, a poke with red paint on its tip symbolizes the conclusion of the famous adventure.
Scylla and Charybdis are next. This consists in some exercises of running and crawling through metal tubes from one side to the other of the old and obsolete Nike Missile Site.
We move now to the House of the Dead in Fort McDowell, the East Garrison. There is cheese, bread, almonds, and water displayed on a table for the 200. This is the kingdom of Hades, and, sure enough, it is Telemachus who visits the dead. Ghostly figures in dark drapes walk around the second floor of the abandoned houses. This, a crew member tells me, is "very dramatic".
Before riding the trams that will take us back to the Visitor Center (Ithaca), we stop by Calypso's island on Quarry Beach. Well, dare think a few of the 200, this must be where Odysseus finally shows up! Wrong. The beach is pleasant enough and the nymphs are happy and gracious. There is some music too. Hermes pulls up on a motor boat and declares his love for Calypso and that, yes, she should release Odysseus from her enchantments. Release who?
We are at last on our way to Ithaca. Maybe, maybe, - a tiny few of the 200 are faintly hoping - we will see Odysseus slaughter the suitors! It is not happening. We see Penelope again. She is trying to explain to a perplexed and obfuscated Telemachus that her dad has killed everybody and has become a different person, and left the island! Telemachus grows angry and aggressive. What? Where is my daddy? But now he receives a piece of paper. It is a letter by his dad explaining things!
The 15:30 ferries to Tiburon and to the City are leaving soon. Some of the 200 had already left the party a long time ago. (There was a nice beer place by the port...) Others start moving away from the crowd now, while Penelope is still trying to calm down Telemachus. Penelope is not pleased with those leaving the show; she is upset, and expresses it; but she understands that people are tired, and says so too. The dialogue has grown surreal. The 200 are longing for the smooth ride over the Bay back to where they came from, a nice dinner, a nice hot shower, the comfortable routines of their homes and neighborhoods...
Some kids obviously liked Telemachus. In the spirit of a Star Trek convention, he has been surrounded and followed by a small gang of small fans. To be fair, I think Telemachus was a welcome compensation to some of the parents: Honey, Telemachus has been great with the kids...
Some, without children, however, are wondering: was this a scam? Others are moaning: what a rip-off. As for my family and I, we enjoyed the day for the most part. No magic, true, but a good hike, magnificent views of the bay, a generous source of good topics of conversation, say, over a well deserved Mediterranean dinner...Oh, and they had to do their homework before coming here. The girls had to read the Odyssey. That treasure will stay with them forever. Among other things, they now know how far removed from those riches this failed experiment is. read more