Lindsay Picnic at Hanging Rock

stage version
ISBN: 978-1-78001-849-2
Verlag: Nick Hern Books
Format: EPUB
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E-Book, Englisch, 80 Seiten

Reihe: NHB Modern Plays

'I know you're there... Miranda? Miranda!' On a summer's day in 1900, three Australian schoolgirls on a picnic expedition to the remote Hanging Rock abscond from their group. They are last seen heading towards the beckoning Rock... In Tom Wright's chilling adaptation of Joan Lindsay's classic novel, five performers struggle to solve the mystery of the missing girls and their teacher. Euphoria and terror reverberate throughout the community, as the potential for history to repeat itself becomes nightmarishly real. This adaptation of Picnic at Hanging Rock was first co-produced by Malthouse Theatre and Black Swan State Theatre Company, Perth, and first performed at Malthouse Theatre, Melbourne, in 2016. The play received its European premiere at the Royal Lyceum Theatre Edinburgh, in 2017.

Joan Lindsay (1896-1984) was an Australian novelist, playwright, essayist, and artist, best known for her 1967 novel, Picnic at Hanging Rock. She was born Melbourne, Australia, where she went to school at Clyde Girls Grammar in East St Kilda. She knew and loved the Macedon district, the setting for Picnic at Hanging Rock, from early childhood. She studied at the National Gallery of Victoria Art School, Melbourne, and, as well as her career as a novelist, exhibited watercolour and oil paintings throughout her lifetime. Her other novels included Through Darkest Pondelayo and Time Without Clocks. Picnic at Hanging Rock was published in 1967 to critical acclaim, and was adapted into a film of the same name in 1975, directed by Peter Weir. The book continues to be considered one of the most important Australian novels of all time. In 1922 in London, Joan married Sir Daryl Lindsay. The Lindsays travelled together in Europe and the USA, Daryl with his paints and Joan with her typewriter. Sir Daryl died in 1976. Joan lived at their country home on the Mornington Peninsula, Mulberry Hill, Victoria, Australia. She died in December 1984.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Lindsay, Joan

Leseproben

One

A room.

A girl in school uniform, with hat. As you would see on a Melbourne tram. Or a Blackman painting.

AMBERAustralia is a thin layer of scum

Floating on a vast volcanic lake.

It is true that for the last few blinks of an eye this crust has held sure

The boiling magma below is forgotten

Or ignored

A truth we pretend we do not know

But quietitude is highly unusual in this country

The normal state of affairs is emanations, eruptions,

Puncturing the veneer, spreading ash, pumice, and rock in liquid form.

In a geological sense, we sleep on a sea of flame

And all through our land, there are portals.

Gateways to eternal fire.

The doors of Hell.

This is Australia.

Blackout.

A sign on the wall, high above: ‘PERFECTLY USELESS MOVEMENT’.

She has been joined by four other girls in the same uniform. They stand equally spaced across the stage.

NIKKIHigh on the wall

A sign over the assembled school:

GIRLS‘SILENCE IS GOLDEN’

ARIELLEMrs Appleyard

Splays the girls about her

Imperious

She lambasts them with Englishness

ELIZABETHAre we all present?

Good

Well, young ladies, we are indeed fortunate in the weather for our picnic to Hanging Rock

I have instructed Mademoiselle that as the day is likely to be warm, you may remove your gloves after the drag has passed through Woodend

You will partake of luncheon at the Picnic Grounds near the Rock

Once again let me remind you that the Rock itself is extremely dangerous and you are therefore forbidden to engage in any tomboy foolishness in the matter of exploration, even on the lower slopes

It is, however, a geological marvel on which you will be required to write a brief essay on Monday morning

I also wish to remind you that the vicinity is renowned for its venomous snakes and poisonous ants of various species I think that is all

Have a pleasant day and try to behave yourselves in a manner to bring credit to the College

I shall expect you back, Miss McCraw and Mademoiselle, at about eight o’clock for a light supper.

NIKKIThey are in muslin, calico, silk

Their skin is not made for this sun

They need parasols

Lest they should turn dark

Sink back into the land.

Miranda asks the driver

Mr Hussey, did you know today is Saint Valentine’s Day?

Mr Hussey knows nothing of saints

But Miranda is seventeen

She magnetises air

He asks

What’s the particular job of this one?

AMBERIrma says

He’s the patron saint of lovers

He’s a darling

Sends people gorgeous cards with tinsel and real lace

Have a caramel?

Irma Leopold

Her mama is a Rothschild

She is ‘beautiful’

Dark curls around her face

But Mr Hussey does not want the caramel while he is driving

HARRIETEdith

(Fourteen

Gauche ribbons in her hair

Was not in the queue when charm was being distributed)

She leans over and asks

Why is the horse called Duchess?

Mr Hussey has his favourites

Edith is no Miranda

Comes to that, Miss, why are you called Edith?

ARIELLEIt is hot

They want to take their hats off

Miss McCraw

Mathematics mistress:

Certainly not

Just because we are on an excursion

There is no necessity to look like a wagonload of gypsies.

HARRIETThey stop, rest

The bush a tinderbox around them

It rustles and snaps.

To Saint Valentine!

Mr Hussey is keen to keep to the schedule and get a wriggle on if the saint has no objections

A magpie nearby

Turns its head to one side

Miss McCraw peers over her pince-nez

Confides in the bird

Humans are obsessed with the notion of perfectly useless movement

Nobody ever sits still any more

For her this world is calculus

Change in the form of abstractions

Unending change

The bird does not respond

ARIELLEMr Hussey hurries

It must be nearly midday

He has

Sworn black and blue to Mrs Appleyard

I would have you girls back at the College by eight o’clock

Miss McCraw pipes up

From the rear of the wagon

ELIZABETHThere is no reason why we should be late

Even if we linger for an extra hour at the Rock

She says Mr Hussey knows as well as she does

Two sides of a triangle are together greater than the third

She says

This morning we have driven along two sides of a triangle

Asks Mr Hussey if this is correct

Very well then

She says

We have only to change our route this afternoon

Return by the third side

Since we entered from Woodend at right angles

The return will be along the hypotenuse

ARIELLEHe thinks she means hippopotamus

He speaks of the way to the Camel’s Hump

Which is behind us

Regardless of what arithmetic might say.

ELIZABETHBut Miss McCraw

Was not referring to the Camel’s Hump, Mr Hussey, thank you for your explanation all the same

Knowing little of horses and roads

She admits she becomes

Theoretical

She asks Marion up there if she understands?

Marion,

Spectacles

She is the intellectual

Her father is a QC

She will be the New Woman for the nouveau siècle

HARRIETMr Hussey points to the Rock

Rising in the distance

He lists all he knows:

Over five hundred feet in height

Volcanic

Several monoliths

Thousands of years old

NIKKIMiss McCraw says

The mountain comes to Muhammad

The Hanging Rock comes to Mr Hussey

And she bursts into laughter

But no one else laughs

AMBERAnd there it is

The mineral marvel

A castle suspended in bright sky

A fist, clenched

Huddled monsters turning their backs

It is not a gentle, manicured park of reverie

It is a carbuncle in this anti-Eden

The girls are beautiful

That is their role

They are young ladies

With their Saint Valentine cards

Their thoughts of love

And this corpse of a volcano

It is

It is the other...