Smack in the middle of mid-life, Lacey and friends find themselves
at the crossroads of Fate and Free Will, trying to deal with existential
sameness in the Age of Starbucks. Weird parallels to
The Three
Sisters and
The Cherry Orchard keep cropping up. It is, of course, a comedy.
First
public reading: Portland TheatreWorks, April 2009.
Audience
comments: “surprisingly deep, but light”; “makes
Chekhov make sense.”
Ninth place, Writer’s Digest Writing Competition (2009). Cast
and set requirements.
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Lacey
has decided that her life is too much like that of a Chekhov
character — one
or both of the Mashas. She’s unhappily married, unfulfilled,
and 45 years old. Her elderly parents have health issues, and her husband
hates paella. And so she’s taken to dressing in black, mourning
her life until she can think what to do with it. Her brother Lionel
also seems to be drifting; Meeting Grounds, his homey coffee shop,
faces stiff competition from Starbucks, but he seems unable or unwilling
to stand up and fight. Of course their friend CB is adrift too, but
he’s always sort of been that way, even before the break
up of the long-ago marriage that nobody talks about.
Now comes word that a ball field of sainted childhood
memory is to be torn out to make way for an Olive
Garden. That gives Lacey a cause to embrace. It’s
not a cherry orchard, but it’s what she has. Even more promising, Lacey’s
long-lost love Stephen is coming back to town for the first time in 25 years
as replacement for an ailing pianist in a series of recitals. At the same time,
Lacey’s husband is due to be at an out-of-town medical convention.
Hmmm.
Meanwhile, CB’s sister Sammi, consigned to a wheelchair by a sniper’s
bullet outside Fallujah, is trying to pull her life together. This consists
partly in keeping Iraq in a lockbox, bringing it out only to share with her
therapy group, and trying to keep on with her dancing (“anything Astaire
can do, but backwards and in a wheelchair”).
She
would also like Lionel to hire Joey, a sweet and streetwise young skateboarder.
This would not only
help Lionel in the shop, it might keep Joey, who has no home, no family,
and no prospects, from enlisting. If he’s sleeping outside anyway, he reasons,
he might as well do it where it’s warm. And maybe get a signing
bonus too.
When Olive Garden switches its sights from the old ball field to a
target closer to home, Lacey, Lionel, CB, and Sammi realize that they
stand at the crossroads
of Fate and Free Will. They can follow the path of the three Prozorov sisters
and the cherry orchard-owning Ranevskys and continue to let life roll over
them. Or they can face up to the scary changes in their lives required to save
the coffee shop and, in effect, themselves.
Like
Chekhov, Next Train to Moscow is an ensemble work that
finds humor and heart in the ordinariness of everyday life. Characters
wrestle with the mysteries of change and the calculus of regret.
They hope for
lasting happiness and perhaps someone
compatible to love. Unlike Chekhovian characters, however, they
have
before them the lessons Chekhov offers. Lacey especially, with
her fixation on Masha, is committed to shaking off the kind of
ennui
and resistance
to change that binds the Russians to their Fate. Gifted with a
forceful personality and a glimpse of a better future, she urges
the others
to join her on the next train to Moscow.