What’s a Mother to
Do?—
Jane Anderson’s Mother of the Maid at the Public Theater
in Manhattan
Reviewed by Kevin J. Harty, La
Salle University
harty@lasalle.edu
harty@lasalle.edu
Graduate students in search of a dissertation topic—or even
more advanced scholars looking for a fresh scholarly pursuit—might want to
consider the many stage lives of Joan of Arc, an admittedly broad collection of
texts, but one so far largely understudied as an example of dramatic
medievalism. There is even a subgenre of
Jehane films in which characters establish their acting credentials by playing
Joan—The Miracle of the Bells, Nachalo, and The Little Drummer Girl, to name only three such films. Joan’s legacy remains a medievalist’s dream,
or nightmare, depending upon one’s perspective, as she has become a saint in a
church that at one point burned her at the stake, the mother of a nation, and
the darling politically both of the left and of the right— her name has been
used, misused, confused, and even abused in the service of any number of, at
times conflicting, causes and ideologies.
The casting of a mixed race teenager to play Joan earlier this year in
festivities held in Orléans prompted such a level of abuse and outrage on
social media by members of the French far right that a French state prosecutor opened an inquiry into their response on the
grounds that it amounted to an incitement to racial hatred.
Joan’s stage life begins in 1435 in a mystery play of some
20,000 lines of verse with speaking parts for more than a hundred characters, Le Mystère du siege d’Orléans. Shakespeare would take a decidedly less
sympathetic view of Joan in Henry VI,
Part 1 casting her as a sorceress repudiated by her own father; Voltaire
would use her as the subject for an at times scurrilous mock epic; and George
Bernard Shaw would turn her into a proto-Protestant. In addition, Joan would inspire a lengthy
list of playwrights, each with his or her own agenda: Friedrich Schiller, Jules
Barbier, Alexandre Soumet, Charles Péguy, Percy Wallace MacKaye, Maurice
Maeterlinck, Jean Anouilh, Bertolt Brecht (more than once), Maxwell Anderson,
Jules Feiffer, Lanford Wilson, Richard Nelson, Carolyn Gage, Julia Pascal, Erik
Ehn—and even a short-lived Broadway musical, Goodtime Charley, and a more recent rock opera, Joan of Arc, Into the Fire—though Joan
has had more staying power as the subject of several more mainstream
operas. And playing Joan has proven the
definitive role for many actresses as evidenced by Playing Joan, Holly Hill’s 1987 collection of interviews with those
who have assayed Shaw’s Joan.
Jane Anderson’s Mother
of the Maid—first produced three years ago in Lenox, Massachusetts, by
Shakespeare & Company, and now on stage in a revised version at Manhattan’s
Public Theater—offers yet another take on Joan, in this case through the eyes
of her mother, played by the estimable stage and screen actress, Glenn
Close—Jane Anderson also wrote the screenplay for The Wife, Close’s current film.
Isabelle Romée (ca. 1377-1458) was born in Vouthon, a
village not far from Domrémy. She
married Jacques Darc (1380-1440), a farmer who held a number of civic offices
in the area, and gave birth to five children, two daughters and three sons, all of
whom were reared in a typically pious late medieval household. After Joan’s death at the stake in 1431, her
mother moved to Orléans, whose citizens provided her with a pension in
gratitude for Joan’s deliverance of the city in 1429. In 1455, Isabelle and her two sons, Jean and
Pierre, would become the plaintiffs in the case brought before the Church that
resulted in the nullification of the 1431 verdict that had condemned her to
death at the stake.
Anderson’s play opens after Joan (Grace Van Patten) has
already had her visions of St. Catherine of Alexandria and is ready, to the
consternation of both her mother and her father (Dermot Crowley), to go off to
meet the Dauphin to explain her divinely inspired mission to him. Her mother is baffled and bewildered by her daughter’s
actions, while also less than secretly proud of them. Her father is less so, but his attempts
(literally) to beat some sense into his daughter are for naught.
[Left: Grace Van Patten as Joan of Arc and Glenn
Close as her mother, Isabelle]
In the
course of the play, Joan’s victories and defeats play out in terms of
encounters with her mother, who visits her at the Dauphin’s court, at the great
Cathedral of Reims on the eve of the coronation, and even in her prison in
Rouen just before her execution. How
historically accurate such scenes are is beside the point, as the play attempts
to fathom the reactions of a mother to her soon to be martyred daughter, a
daughter more written about than perhaps any other woman in western
civilization—in his novel about her, no less a light than Mark Twain would
conclude that she “is easily and by far the most extraordinary person the human
race has ever produced.” In Mother, Joan is part embryonic saint,
part rebellious teenager—her mother wonders if her visions are simply a sign of
the onset of Joan’s puberty. The
dialogue throughout is down to earth, even at times profane. The Darcs are a sturdy lot, tied to their
land, and ferocious in their devotion to Church and state, both of which will,
of course, repay that devotion with betrayal, a point not eventually lost on
Joan’s mother, who has the last word in the play recounting how she managed to
cope with what had happened to her daughter.
The Church here is represented by the well-meaning parish priest, Father
Gilbert (Daniel Pearce), and the secular powers by an unnamed Lady of the Court
(Kate Jennings Grant), equally well-meaning but, more often than not, clueless
and scatter-brained in stark contrast to the decidedly less-pampered and
formidable Darc women. Just as Joan
inspired a nation on a grand scale, she also inspired her mother who learned to
read and write, who would go to Rome to confront the pope, and who, during the
nullification trial, took on those who had had the temerity to condemn and
execute her daughter. Since,
thanks to the exhaustive transcripts from her two trials, we already know so
very much about the details of Joan’s all-to-brief life, it might have been
more interesting to have had a play about her mother’s life after Joan’s death
as a testimonial to the remarkably fierce woman who was mother to an even more
remarkably fierce daughter. But the play
as we now have it is, nonetheless, a wonderful piece of theatre, and a fine
vehicle for Close and her fellow cast members.
John Lee Beatty’s simple, functional set easily transforms from farm
house, to castle chamber, to prison cell.
Jane Greenwood’s costumes are period appropriate, Alexander Sovronsky’s
score adds some fine musical touches to the dialogue, and Matthew Penn’s
direction knows when to allow his actors to trust their own instincts.daughter.
Mother of the Maid, written by Jane Anderson, directed by Matthew Penn, scenic design by John Lee Beatty, costume design by Jane Greenwood, lighting design by Lap Chi Chu, original music by Alexander Sovronsky; with Glenn Close, Dermot Crowley, Olivia Gilliatt, Kate Jennings Grant, Andrew Hovelson, Daniel Pearce, and Grace Van Patten; at Manhattan’s Public Theater—Oskar Eustis, Artistic Director—from September 25, 2018.