Terry, Megan (Contemporary Literary Criticism)
Terry, Megan 1932–
Terry, an American experimental dramatist, is associated with the Open Theatre of Joseph Chaikin. Her bold experiments in improvisation, transformation of role, and disunity of time and space are attempts to exploit theater as a medium for social change. (See also Contemporary Authors, Vols. 77-80.)
Viet Rock is an irregular chain of improvisations, in feeble rock 'n' roll style, intended to protest and mock the indignity and stupidity of our action in Vietnam.
One would suppose that such an enterprise, however crude, would arouse our social conscience, stir us to applause and shouts of approbation. Viet Rock does not propose "art" but propaganda. But we who are not averse to propaganda—particularly in a theatre that offers so little art—are sorely disappointed to find ourselves not only untouched but embarrassed by it. The reaction comes not simply from the ineptitude, the lack of originality in the various parodies …, or a straining after strong effects of satire and caricature. We squirm because of something peculiarly pretentious behind it all. What disturbs is a tone not of youthful bravado or raw radicalism but of a certain artiness and a by now no longer new conformism.
It sometimes goes by the name of "total theatre," an item in "the theatre of cruelty." It aspires to be free and gay, raucous, graphic, topical, improvisational, saltatory, shocking and politically explosive. What is aimed at is not a show but an event…. [In] Viet Rock we are given the gesture without wit, invention, thought or real point. There is little to indicate that this farrago is propelled by the force of genuine social indignation or understanding. There is hardly any true spontaneity; only untempered ambition and unripe mind. Such exhibits are swipes of avant-garde-ism. (pp. 586-87)
Harold Clurman, "Theatre: 'Viet Rock'," in The Nation (copyright 1966 The Nation magazine, The Nation Associates, Inc.), Vol. 203, No. 18, November 28, 1966, pp. 586-87.
Actually, there is very little to say about [Viet Rock, a satire with some dance and music, on the war in Vietnam]. Once the author's position is known, and from the play's title that position should be self-evident, everything that happens in the play can be quite readily imagined by the conjuring up of those television chronicles of death and debate we see every day. If anything, instead of accentuation, which is generally the means of satire, Miss Megan Terry has managed in her way to shrink martial reality so that it seems not nearly so vicious nor so grimly amusing as a Times dispatch, say, or a CBS Special Report.
For instance, in Viet Rock's main narrative …, we are treated to a group of not unsympathetic louts very similar to the funloving gangs that John Wayne has led ashore so many times. Of course, now we are supposed to see them as men unable to shed infantilism and who, after the manner of their sergeant/mother, burp forth the standard extenuations of their circumstance—defense of freedom, the stand against aggression, not-wanting-to-be-there-but-if-we-must-then-by-God, etc. Now Miss Terry is entitled to her opinion that our military is made up of infants in arms, and, in a simple way, she may be right. But there is so much more. (pp. 86-7)
Like Brecht in Mann ist Mann, Viet Rock's author is flaying the simpleton for allowing himself to be remodeled by the...
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[Viet Rock] had numerous faults. The most damaging of them was the sheer amateurishness of its writing and production and the sophomoric quality of its message. That it attracted the attention it did—indeed, that it was professionally produced at all—is more a tribute to our national anguish over Vietnam than to the play's success in dealing with it. At least, we could claim indulgently, the theatre was coming to grips with the question, exposing it for debate, shaking our complacency. In reality, it was doing none of these things.
Coming to grips with the question? Well, hardly. It did not even concede there was a question. War was evil …; love was preferable …; and the United States contained a blind, ill-led, if not diabolically led, collection of automatons. A case can be made for any of the three points. The question is how to do it in the theatre. (p. 759)
If satire consists principally in heightened reality and a pricking of our latent awareness—in a recognition of the potentially absurd in what is around us—it can have nothing to do with the lecture hall. Miss Terry's play had to do with little else: it wore its cause on its sleeve, admitted no possible doubt…. It was, in short, a prisoner of its own clichés, drowning in its own emotionalism, and devoid of wit—surely the one element it most needed to lift it above tedium. It was, in other words, yet another indication of the New Left's nonexistent sense of humor. It is hard to imagine Miss Terry laughing at herself. (p. 760)
Catharine Hughes, "The Theatre Goes to War," in America (© America Press, 1967; all rights reserved), Vol. 116, No. 20, May 20, 1967, pp. 759-61.∗
The New York Times Book Review
Megan Terry's plays are not plays in the usual sense, nor are they literature…. The texts are raw materials for theatrical occasions in which the actors' talents for improvisation and the director's inspirations of the moment are of at least equal importance…. In "Comings and Goings," for instance, which the author describes as "a trampoline for actors and director," seven pages are devoted to five textual repeats of a passage in which someone orders breakfast in a diner. The purpose of this—and of the volume [of her collected plays] …—is presumably to provide starting points for actors to think up improvisational themes for themselves. "Viet Rock," the raison d'être of the book, comes closest to offering a definitive text. It is concerned with the horrors of war and the licentiousness of soldiery. Miss Terry treats her subject in a modish sub-Brechtian manner, and few will quarrel with her sentiments….
"In Brief: 'Viet Rock'," in The New York Times Book Review (© 1967 by The New York Times Company; reprinted by permission), July 23, 1967, p. 10.
The most exhilarating American play staged recently, Megan Terry's Viet Rock, was dismissed by TV commentators and other specialists as unpatriotic, one-sided….
The play now appears in a collection with Miss Terry's Comings and Goings, Keep Tightly Closed in a Cool Dry Place and The Gloaming, Oh My Darling…. Miss Terry's lapses [including sentimentality] amount to only a tiny portion of the book. Her feeling for theater rarely ebbs.
As a writer she has prodigious gifts. She threads together many varieties of language, from poetry and lyrical vernacular to senseless, palpitating vocal noises; she sets each one of her multiple scenes economically, without holding up the drama; her lines are rich with buoying rhythms and unforced song; she knows how to make a harsh satirical comment obliquely. These verbal qualities will in due course come in for plenty of attention.
What I find most interesting about her plays is their exploitation of the theater as a medium, in particular their accommodation to those unreal and neglected dimensions: stage time and space….
In Keep Tightly Closed the three actors begin as prisoners, abruptly become General Custer, a Bluecoat and an Indian Chief, switch to Captain John Smith and two followers, to parts of a mechanism, to drag queens, to a clergyman and congregation; without warning and at any time they return to their original roles. The transformations are not flashbacks, exact transpositions in time, not merely multiple views of given personalities; they are infinitely open possibilities, discovered by the actors and accepted or rejected at the playwright's...
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If I got the message correctly through the general din, Megan Terry's "The People vs. Ranchman" … is meant to be an exposé of the total corruption of America…. The script is occasionally clever, though not particularly intelligent or, for that matter, intelligible. What it all adds up to is beyond me. The mood of the [play] is that spleenful jubilation which I can never quite define and which is common to activist ventures of this sort, and two hours after the show is over it has vanished from the memory. (pp. 116, 118)
Edith Oliver, "The Theatre: 'The People vs. Ranchman'," in The New Yorker (© 1968 by The New Yorker Magazine, Inc.), Vol. 44, No. 38, November 9,...
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Catharine R. Hughes
[As] a form, biographical drama is distinctly quiescent. After seeing Megan Terry's Approaching Simone, … it seemed almost possible the avant-garde might reclaim it from oblivion….
How turn [the life of Simone Weil] into arresting, workable theatre? The collage framework of Approaching Simone is simple enough—a series of vignettes highlighting various important or pivotal events in Simone's life. Miss Terry's achievement … lies in the surprising theatricality with which she invests that seemingly untheatrical life. More particularly impressive in this regard is her successful employment of any number of experimental theatre approaches that, in other hands, have too often seemed...
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Now that I have my lower lip, my two legs, and my right arm back in working order, I may be able to set down a few reflections on the most ambitious and amply endowed product of the Megan Terry—Tom O'Horgan—Cafe La Mama combine to date. The project was called Massachusetts Trust; it was improvisationally arrived at during six weeks of experiment at Brandeis University (with the staging done first and the text thereafter)…. (p. 45)
You must understand that there had been no violence involved. All of the evening's violence … took place on the stage. There, actors were seized, turned upside down, and had their heads inserted into other actors' crotches while loyally continuing...
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The New Yorker
[Megan Terry] set out, according to the jacket copy for ["Couplings and Groupings"] "to discover if and how the rhetoric about changing social patterns was affecting people's private lives." What she discovered is not at all clear, however, since the thirty-one interviews presented here are offered without benefit of commentary. "An extraordinarily broad cross-section of Americans" were invited to talk frankly about "life and sex and love," and did, and what one is to make of it all, God knows.
"Briefly Noted: 'Couplings and Groupings'," in The New Yorker (© 1973 by The New Yorker Magazine, Inc.), Vol. 48, No. 51, February 10, 1973, p. 114.
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Apart from other eccentricities, the family occupying centerstage in Megan Terry's "Hothouse" represents a complete reversal of traditional sexual stereotype. As if to toss the male-dominated scenario into a kind of dramatic prehistory, "Hothouse" substitutes a bootlegging grandmother, her harddrinking daughter (Roz), and a determined hypersensitive granddaughter (Jody) for the usual picture of the passionately violent father and his loving though rivalrous sons.
Without female protagonists, "Hothouse" would probably invite comparison with several well-known Irish-American tragicomedies where whiskey acts as a fuel to dramatic action….
But the playwright avoids derivativeness...
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