At the Arts Centre Club
The new restaurants in Colombo were quite expensive so visiting them
could be only an occasional pastime on an Asst Lecturer's salary. The
nightclubs which the bright young things of Colombo had begun to
frequent were of course even more expensive, and in any case I found
them loud and distastefully smokey. The mainstay of my social life then,
at least as far as going out went, was the Arts Centre Club, above the
Lionel Wendt Theatre, where Richard invariably turned up each night.
Though he could get quite sentimental about the lackadaisical nature
of the place, where old Tissera measured out arrack as and how he
pleased, he decided with a few other habitus that the place had to be
made more elegant and more efficient. They claimed indeed that the Wendt
survived only because Peggy Pieris sold a George Keyt painting when
creditors pressed. Peggy was Keyt's sister, and the wife of Harold
Pieris, who lived next door to us in Alfred House and had been the
patron of several Sri Lankan artists. He had built the theatre in memory
of his friend Lionel Wendt, and it had continued for years, despite
splendidly amateur management, as the most sophisticated venue in town
for English plays and concerts. The Club above had been immensely daring
in its time, though for some years now it had attracted very few
patrons.
Credit
Rohan Hapugalle, who ran SLECIC, a new outfit that provided credit
for exporters in the new export driven economy was persuaded to become
the new Chairman, with Willy Pinto as Secretary. I was made Treasurer,
which turned out to be no arduous task since the Club had very limited
funds. My main job was to dun those who drank on credit, the most
regular of these being Nedra Vittachi and Mangala Innocence, as he was
then called. Mangala did not take kindly to being reminded of his debts,
though he always paid promptly when asked. Nedra went one better, and
decided to get over the problem of having outstanding bills by paying
every day by cheque.
Those were days of heady theatre, Rohan and Christopher Ponniah in a
stunning 'Equus', Richard's powerful production of 'Mother Courage',
Nedra's own original plays, Winston Serasinghe and Lucien de Zoysa in
'Waiting for Godot', Michelle Lembruggen and Richard in 'Evita'. There
were lots of rivalries, but this did not preclude cooperation, and
Chanaka Amaratunga managed to bring everyone together in irritation at
what was seen as his pretensions, when he produced a strange Graham
Greene play called 'The Return of A J Raffles' in between his degrees in
England.
The effort to revive the club sprang I think from Richard's memories
of the sixties, when the place was full after every production,
particularly in the days when the Experimental Theatre Group tried to
work together with Sinhala Theatre. I had not known what went on
upstairs then, when Richard as a little boy had accompanied his parents,
but I certainly recalled the heady days of the synthesized Sinhala and
English versions of 'The Caucasian Chalk Circle', when Henry Jayasena
had played Azdak in both, and the production of 'Othello' in which the
doyen of traditional dance, Chitrasena, had played the title role.
The resurrection of the Club as a centre of artistic intercourse,
perhaps in every sense of the word, did not really succeed in the long
term, but there were some memorable evenings. The British Council too
was persuaded to play its part on occasion, ensuring that touring
companies came up for drinks on the opening night of productions. We
also tried to put on small-scale entertainments upstairs, most memorably
on Shakespeare Day.
Fussed
I still recall the evening when we persuaded Richard's mother
Manorani to take part and, though she lost her glasses and fussed
tremendously, she held us all spellbound when she delivered Cleopatra's
farewell to Anthony. Years later we got her back on stage once more, to
the British Council gardens, to play Clytemnestra in Rudi Corens'
production of 'Electra', opposite Richard as Aegisthus. The two of them
stole the show, and it was extraordinarily moving recently to hear Kumar
Mirchandani, who played Orestes, reminiscing in the BBC radio play about
Richard how his own sustained performance was forgotten in the impact
Richard had.
Richard also helped me with a very different sort of production, when
I thought to use performance to enhance the impact of literature. I was
profoundly upset at the way in which literature was taught, each poem or
play or novel being studied in isolation. There was certainly lots of
what was termed background poured into the students, but connecting
themes, exploring similarities between characters, considering
alternative interpretations, was rare.
We began then with an exploration of Romantic Poetry, 'The Romantic
dilemma', in which commentary was interspersed with readings by
individuals playing the poets.
I set the older Romantics against the younger ones, with an old
Wordsworth against his youthful self. I cannot now remember everyone who
took part, but I recall Ranmali Pathirana as she then was playing a
vibrant Shelley and Rohan Edrisinha a lugubrious Southey. Mario Gomez,
who later joined the Law Faculty but refused to conform, I think played
Byron.
Interpretations
We used many of these youngsters also for contrasting interpretations
of 'Romeo and Juliet', bullying Capulets transformed into anxious ones
through different inflections on the same words, an exuberant Mercutio
becoming melancholy, Juliet a childish victim and then a thoughtful and
determined young lady.
All this however required much rehearsal, and as we grew lazier we
decided that Richard could do it all himself, with one other colleague
if needed. So he and Shelagh Goonewardene did contrasting readings from
'Hard Times' and 'Silas Marner', which were alternative Advanced Level
texts, and 'most remarkable of all' he and Yolande Abeywira interpreted
Macbeth in different ways, playing all the salient parts between them.
That performance we premiered at the Penideniya Teachers College, and
Yolande claims that I only explained to them in the car going up what
were the different emphases I wanted.
All this however was in the future, though perhaps it is worth noting
here that the wheel did turn full circle. In the mid-eighties, while I
was at the British Council, Richard did one man shows for us, a
brilliant Dickens, a scintillating Kipling, which we toured to Kandy and
Galle and even Batticaloa. But the last full length production he did
for me was a 'Merchant of Venice' in which Ranmali played a memorable
Portia.
The rest of the cast was much younger, though after I had complained
about a particularly silly Lancelot Gobbo he got Kumar Mirchandani" who
had been Bunny in Chanaka's production of 'Raffles' - to take the part,
which was the beginning of that romance. On one memorable evening, and I
think it was at the Wendt, Richard played the Duke, and again stole the
show.
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