THEATRE
By Roger Hall
The
Lawler, Southbank Theatre, until Aug 28, 2016
Reviewer: Kate Herbert on July 26, 2016
Stars:***
Review also published in Herald Sun Arts online on Wed July 27, 20016 and later in print. KH
If you have
ever joined a book club, you may recognise the motley collection of
personalities in Roger Hall’s The Book Club as they bicker over their chosen scribe
of the month and compete to produce the best, tasty snacks.
The vivacious
Amanda Muggleton reprises the role of Deborah that she performed in Melbourne in
1999 and, although the play remains a gentle, predictable and conservative
“slice-of-life-in-the-suburbs”, the character and Hall’s dialogue have been
updated in this new production directed by Nadia Tass.
50-something,
empty nester, Deborah, is a book-lover with an inattentive, unfit but
sports-obsessed, lawyer husband and two adult daughters, so, to alleviate her
boredom, she joins her friend Trish’s book club.
When Deborah hosts
the club at her home, she invites local writer, Michael, to speak to the group
about his book but ends up in a clandestine affair that brings more spice into
her dull life than she anticipated.
Muggleton inhabits
all the characters including snobbish Meredith from Toorak, Milly the warm
Welshwoman whose husband is autistic, Stephie the Swiss seductress and PR
consultant, pregnant, young Caroline, and the two men, Wally Deborah’s husband
and Michael the philandering writer.
Alone on stage for 90 minutes,
Muggleton engages directly and intimately with the audience as if they were
with Deborah in her book-lined living room (designer, Shaun Gurton) as
she relates her tale of books club meetings, romantic fantasies, infidelity and
galloping guilt.
Hall satirises
the suburban types as well as the self-indulgent novelist and Deborah defines
each of the book club women by their reading habits (New Idea, Margaret Atwood,
Nabokov).
Muggleton
entertains with her animated face and flamboyant gesticulations while she chats
conversationally with the audience as if they were her confidantes, reacting to
their groans of recognition or delight with, “I know!”
There are some
big laughs in the show, one being Caroline’s fat-faced baby that resembles
Barnaby Joyce and the Greek woman’s hilarious mispronunciations that sound like
obscenities.
The play has
the potential to be poignant or even a tragic reflection of Tolstoy’s Anna
Karenina, one of the book club’s chosen texts, but Deborah’s fall from grace
ends happily, albeit unrealistically.
The Book Club
may be a lightweight look at the problems of a middle-class suburban woman, but
as Deborah’s mum always said, “No matter what happens in life, there’s always a
good book.”
By
Kate Herbert