Among the most imaginative works of the 20th century, Eric Overmyer's ON THE VERGE OR THE GEOGRAPHY OF YEARNING captivates with its abundant invention. Three Victorian lady travelers take it upon themselves to discover the mystery of things as they set out for Terra Incognita and discover the future.
Cross the wordplay of S J Perelman with the world-in-a-time-warp vision of Caryl Churchill and you might approximate the special flavor of ON THE VERGE. In Eric Overmyer's chimerical new comedy, three Victorian lady explorers set out on an adventure that takes them to darkest Africa, highest Himalaya and Terra Incognita ... Blending Tom Stoppard's limber linguistics with the historic overview of a Thornton Wilder, Mr Overmyer takes his audience on a mirthful safari ... spinning into time travel. Three 'sister sojourners', each a prototypical Victorian lady explorer, equipped with dialog as pithy as their helmets, thwack their machetes through the wilderness while telling tales of past jaunts among the natives. As intrepid trekkers, they put the lie to any charge that they are representatives of a weaker sex. Mr Overmyer has written a play that is joyfully feminist. Heroines to their heart, the explorers can accommodate themselves to any emergency (natural or man-made), although they are momentarily disoriented as they approach modern times. In their kaleidoscopic adventure, they journey through a rain forest of hundreds of artifacts from the future - household utensils, mechanical contrivances and a side-view automobile mirror that reads 'Objects in mirror may be closer than they appear.' How does one deal with such a chimera? ... In the play there is wit within the palaver. As one traveler says, 'I have seen the future and it is slang.' The author himself is an ecologist of language and a shrewd observer of our quest to control our environment - and the environment of others ... A frolicsome jaunt through a continuum of space, time, history, geography, feminism and fashion, Mr Overmyer's cavalcade is on the verge of becoming a thoroughly serendipitous journey. -Mel Gussow, The New York Times
...Duke was the man. The play is] essentially a not-so-thinly-disguised homage to his amazingly rich and humble life, from early Olympic beginnings to an acting career in Hollywood, to being sheriff of Honolulu, to returning home and basking in the role of Hawaii's cultural ambassador. ... Here was a man who was as important to the people of Hawaii as Michael Jordan was to Chicagoans.'
But we're not talking some dusty history lecture...
Who could resist getting sucked into such a timeless fable? Duke's statue in Waikiki comes to life when it's discovered that Hawaii's surf has been missing for two weeks; the ocean's like glass', the groms say. This is no average flat spell, he realizes as the ultra evil Mr Double Bogey has plans to turn the entire Hawaiian Island chain into the world's biggest golf course and convention center. Bogey's holding the surf hostage and won't give it back until Duke presents him with all Hawaii's land deeds.
So--in between historically informative monologues detailing Duke's life--the good guys go looking for the surf, literally...
Marcus Sanders, Surf News
Blissfully zany...
...it is mainly just a free-wheeling romp that takes off some of the characters, incidents, and ideas in Cervantes's book. It is that form of comedy, known as burlesque or travesty, which achieves its humor by the low and ridiculous transformation of a loftier subject. (Actually, since the original DON QUIXOTE was itself a burlesque of medieval romances, DON QUIXOTE DE LA JOLLA is in effect a travesty of a travesty.)
More accurately, DON QUIXOTE DE LA JOLLA is not so much a burlesque of the original book (which few people read anyway) but of the image of the book in the mass mind as fostered by other adaptations, most significantly MAN OF LA MANCHA...
DON QUIXOTE DE LA JOLLA is, then, a headlong, hectic, hilarious rush, a frantic comic phantasmagoria on Quixotic themes, that needs no scholar annotations; it is great good fun.
George Weinberg-Harter, Drama-Logue
A dreamy, meditative telling of the story of the father of ragtime Scott Joplin's rivalry with fellow musical genius Louis Chauvin.
Eric Overmyer is not a playwright who does things simply, so it's probably not enough to say that his latest theatrical conceit, THE HELIOTROPE BOUQUET BY SCOTT JOPLIN AND LOUIS CHAUVIN is a dream play. It's really three dreams wrapping themselves around one another like languid tendrils of opium smoke stirred by a ceiling fan.
The first dreamer is Scott Joplin, widely heralded as the king of the ragtime composers, although when we initially meet him, slumped over a piano by the dim light of a Harlem morning, fame and inspiration are behind him, and his tortured mind is obsessed with sultry images of the 'poxy girls' in the House of Blue Light, a New Orleans sporting house he frequented as a youth.
The second, more impertinent, dreamer is Louis Chauvin--Joplin's match, if not his better, in the art of syncopation--who had the misfortune (or the contrariness) to leave nothing behind him when he died of multiple sclerosis at twenty-six. The only concrete evidence of his genius is Heliotrope Bouquet, the slow drag two-step he wrote with Joplin, who saw to it that the sheet music got published. The third dreamer is Mr Overmyer himself, who has seized upon this fleeting collaboration and its few tangible details as the pretext for some graceful musings about the ephemeral nature of art and reputation ...
David Richards, The New York Times
Resounding with the bittersweet mood and slow grace of the ragtime music it celebrates, Eric Overmyer's THE HELIOTROPE BOUQUET BY SCOTT JOPLIN AND LOUIS CHAUVIN is an elegiac fever dream of a play, a skillful weaving of fact and fancy played against a backdrop of memory, loss and the redemptive power of art...
Overmyer's insertion of fantastical elements into conventional narrative has been used to comic, or at least whimsical, effect before, notably in his ON THE VERGE, OR THE GEOGRAPHY OF YEARNING. But in HELIOTROPE, the playwright spins this technique into a poignant composition peppered with moments of joyful release...
Overmyer's rich, clever dialogue gives the play a sumptuous feel...
Running under an hour and a half, HELIOTROPE is less like the ambitious ragtime opera that consumed Joplin's final years than the brief but startling collaboration that gives the play its name. Ending on a tentative note of hope and revival, Overmyer adheres to Joplin's musical tenet of 'sweet resolution' even as the cynical Chauvin's admonition lingers: 'Sweet resolution, ' he tells Joplin, 'is the difference between music and life.'
Greg Evans, Variety