REVIEWS
KENTISH
TIMES:
Noted poet Siegfried
Sassoon's gallantry in battle during World War I was matched only
by his unflinching bravery in writing a statement defying the morality
of war, which he defiantly sent to his commanding officers. In the
ensuing aftermath, his friend Robert Graves convinced him to spend
time in Craiglockhart Hospital for soldiers in Scotland, in order
to spare him court martial, and shaming, inevitable scandal. But
Sassoon's case would have doubtless, been a difficult one to judge,
in that he had already won the Military Cross for performing daring
combative feats following the death of his brother, at Gallipolis,
and, that of his youthful, fellow officer in No Man's Land.
It was in Craiglockhart
Hospital, that Sassoon met young, traumatised Wilfred Owen, just
as the days were approaching when the reality that untold numbers
of soldiers had suffered from shellshock during the great conflict
became an accepted fact of life. Though Owen had entertained thoughts
of becoming a poet prior to his hospital stay, it was there, with
the encouragement of his new friend and mentor, Sassoon, that his
poetry began to take shape and he gained the confidence needed to
write the lines that would one day make him immortal.
Actors Stuart
Draper and Luke Leeves portray Sassoon and Owen respectively with
a heartfelt candour and earnestness that was missing from the rather
formally acted production of the play staged last year in the small
theatre in Churchill's Cabinet War Rooms.
Here, in Melmoth's
production, the subtle layers of the performances of both actors
allowed the audience to witness the poets' developing friendship,
as well as the transformation of the character of each man as the
play progressed. By interval time, the rest of the audience seemed
to be as engrossed in this production as I was, and, just as eager
for the second act to begin. For, in this knowing production of
Not About Heroes , the two poets come across as real men, with hearts
and souls, and above all, the will to live to fight another day,
though both harbour a fervent hope that there will soon be no more
battles to fight.
During the course
of the performance, action switches between scenes in which older,
more experienced poet Sassoon generously guides Owen, and scenes
in which each man acts alone. Alone, Sassoon, in his own home, circa
1932, reminiscences about those earlier, bittersweet days, while
Owen, as his friend recollects, often wrote letters home, to his
mother in which he waxed lyrical about his mentor. Sassoon's main
concern at the time was always his men, the soldiers he'd left behind
on the battlefield, and the guilt he suffered being away from his
troops, in the relative comfort of the hospital.
Owen, on the
other hand, felt that, by succumbing to the trauma caused by witnessing
the deaths of some of his closest comrades, the only way to shake
off the stigma of cowardice was to return to battle. And, in his
estimation, being a soldier facing combat was, after all, a responsibility
that each man should take on, whatever the cost. His poetry thus
far had centred on the casualties and darkly indiscriminating aspects
and after-effects, of warfare, both inner and outer. Once Owen embraced
that notion, he felt compelled to return to the battlefield as soon
as he was deemed fit. Of course, the definition of fit for soldiers
returning to battle then would have simply meant that their nightmares
had ceased sufficiently enough to allow them to get on with the
mechanics of life, and death, at the front.
For the young
poet, the inevitable cost of his last literal foray into the combative
fields of his creativity was to be the ultimate sacrifice - his
parents received the news of his untimely death as the bells pealed
out on Armistice Day, seven days later.
Stephen McDonald's
fine play Not About Heroes has received a timely, well-acted revision
in the snug little theatre atop the Hobgoblin Pub. The intimate
space is just right for the humanistic nature of this production.
For what these two remarkable poets, and men, Siegfried Sassoon,
and Wilfred Owen gave to the world, as a direct result of their
deeply impacting friendship, forms the nucleus of this engrossing
play.
What playwright
Stephen MacDonald has given us with Not About Heroes (which won
the Edinburgh Prize in 1982) is an engaging, enduring piece of theatre
which, when as well-presented as it is here, will enthral scholars
of World War I poetry, as well as inspire interest in those who've
never before savoured the moving lines of poetry by Siegfried Sassoon,
Wilfred Owen, or any of the other embattled poets of that turbulent
era.
Thoughtful directing
from Anton Krause allowed for different scenes to be enacted in
various areas of the small space, with the actors utilising the
few props and furnishings to maximum effect. And well-honed, touching
performances from Stuart Draper, as a reflective Sassoon, and Luke
Leeves as eternally youthful Owen made this production of Not About
Heroes an unmissable, unmistakably memorable experience. EXTRA EXTRA
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