Golden Child was
first staged by James Lapine in New York City, opening in the Newman Theater at
the Joseph Papp Public Theater (in a co-production with the South Coast
Repertory, which had commissioned the new play) on 19 November 1996 where it
ran a little under a month. After a
production at South Coast in Costa
Mesa, California, where it played from 10 April to 9
February 1997, Golden Child tried out
at the Singapore Repertory Theatre from 13-25 January 1998 and San Francisco's
American Conservatory Theatre from 13 February-15 March 1998. After some revisions during the California
and Singapore runs, the production was remounted briefly at Broadway’s Longacre
Theatre, opening there on 2 April 1998 for 69 performances. It won 1996-97 Obies for playwriting and
performance (Tsai Chin as Eng Siu-Yong) and was nominated for Tonys for best
play, best featured actress (Julyana Soelistyo as Ma and Eng Ahn), and for best
costumes (Martin Pakledinaz). The Signature
revival, the first major New York restaging since the début 16 years ago, began
previews at the Alice Griffin Jewelbox Theatre on 23 October and opened on 13
November; it’s scheduled to close on 16 December (extended from 2
December). The production has been
directed by Hwang’s frequent collaborator, Leigh Silverman, who first worked
with the playwright on the workshop of Yellow
Face at the Public in 2007 and went
on to stage Chinglish (2011) and the
current Golden Child revival. (Silverman will also be mounting the STC
production of Hwang’s new play, Kung Fu,
later in the season.) Presentations of 1981’s The Dance and The Railroad (5
February-17 March 2012) and the writer’s newest work, Kung Fu (Fall/Winter 2013) will follow Golden Child at STC.
The two-hour play
begins in 1968 as a teenaged Chinese-American boy interviews his Chinese-born
grandmother in Manila about the family’s history. Hwang has said that Golden Child was inspired by just such a conversation he had with
his own grandmother when he was 10: “I felt that it was somehow important that
these stories not be lost with her.” (In
the original version, Hwang used a playwright and a ghost to set up the
story.) Set in Fujian (also called
Fukien) Province in southeastern China in 1918, the play’s central story focuses
on Eng Tieng-Bin, who’s returned home from a three-year business sojourn in the
Philippines. He brings with him modern,
westernized ideas—and a British missionary, the Reverend Baines. To the polygamous Eng, the old ways now seem
wrong. Foot-binding, which he has come
to see as disgusting, already has begun for his young daughter, Ahn. Taking place between the overthrow of the
Chinese imperial dynasty (1912) and the eventual establishment of the People’s
Republic of China (1949), the play is Hwang’s exploration of Chekhovian
terrain: the change from one world to an entirely new one for a people steeped
in generations-old traditions: polygamy, ancestor worship, opium-smoking, and
the suppression of individualism, among the main ones.
Born in Los Angeles in 1957, David Henry Hwang was trained
at the Yale School of Drama and saw his first play, FOB., staged in 1979 at his dorm at Sanford University where he got
his BA; he briefly studied playwriting with Sam Shepard and Maria Irene Fornés
(both previous STC writers-in-residence) at what became the Padua Hills
Playwrights Festival. A study of the
conflicts between the native-born Asian Americans and their “fresh off the
boat” immigrant parents and grandparents, FOB
became Hwang’s first major production (and his first Obie) when it was staged
by the Joseph Papp Public Theater/New
York Shakespeare Festival in 1980.
(Hwang’s own parents are immigrants to the U.S.) The play explores a theme to which Hwang
returns often (including in Golden Child),
making him a prominent voice for not only Americans of Chinese and Asian
heritage, but those with recent immigrant roots of many other cultures and
nationalities—anyone who endures the conflicts between old traditions and the
newly-adopted American ways. He’s far
more than merely an ethnocentric playwright, however; his themes and ideas have
implications relevant to us all. In the
ensuing three decades, Hwang has emerged as the most preeminent Asian-American
playwright and, having accumulated a slew of awards and honors from every
aspect of American letters and culture, including a Tony and a Drama Desk Award
(both for M. Butterfly, 1988), three
Obies, and a handful of Tony and Pulitzer nominations, a significant voice in
American theater. Hwang’s a writer who
always has something to say that’s worth listening to and contemplating, even
if the stage production might not fulfill the promise. Both his dramaturgy and his ideas are
substantial. As a theater writer, he
gives special meaning to the phrase “man of parts.”
In addition to M.
Butterfly in 1988 and the short run of Golden
Child in 1998, Hwang has been represented on Broadway with Chinglish in 2011-12 as well as two
Disney musicals for which he penned the books: Aida (2000-04) and Tarzan
(2006-07). The dramatist also
contributed a new book for the 2002-03 Broadway revival of the Rodgers and
Hammerstein musical Flower Drum Song. (Face
Value ran for 8 previews at the Cort Theatre in March 1993, but closed
without officially opening. The failure
inspired Hwang’s 2007 play, Yellow Face.) Hwang’s plays have been staged in regional
theaters large and small all across the country (and abroad) as well and the
dramatist has produced a number of screenplays, including the 1993 film
adaptation of M. Butterfly as well as
a few TV movies, and opera librettos.
I didn’t see the earlier New York productions of Golden Child, so I have no basis for a
comparison of this revival with the originals (which is probably just as well),
but I can see that it must have been a terrific introduction of Hwang and his
work to those who were just hearing about him after his Broadway début with M. Butterfly. It reveals the thematic focus of the writer,
presents a view of the ancient culture of his heritage to which he feels so
drawn even though he’s grown up as a mid-century American kid (like me, as it
happens), and exhibits several of the playwright’s techniques. The framing device, the mid-20th-century
scenes between grandson and grandmother, within which is couched the 1918
family tale, for instance, and the portrayal of “past” characters by the same
actors playing “present” ones (the grandmother is played by the same actor, a
very young-looking, and terrifically animated Annie Q., who appears as the
child Eng Ahn, and her grandson is portrayed by Greg Watanabe who is Eng
Tieng-Bin) are central to the production as is Hwang’s use of his own family
history. (I’m not familiar with all of
Hwang’s works, but Golden Child may
be the most literally biographical of his plays—with the exception of Face Value/Yellow Face, based on an actual 1991 controversy in which Hwang was
focal.) Some may find Golden Child too literal in its
depiction of both family lore and 20th-century Chinese history, but considering
how unfamiliar most theatergoers probably are with those aspects of American
and world events, I don’t think it is.
I, myself, enjoyed the representation of the world of 1918 China and I
even appreciated the directness with which Hwang delineated the life of his
forebears as they were encountering Western ideas and customs for the first
time. (It’s actually quite amusing to
hear the misconceptions and stereotypes the Chinese characters have of European
people and ways, especially in light of Western views of Chinese and Asians
dating from the same period. The Chinese
characters sometimes call Westerners “Occidentals,” for instance, the same way
we used to call Asians “Orientals,” a label about which Hwang’s apparently sensitive.)
One thing I found especially interesting is the portrayal of
Reverend Baines, the Anglican missionary Eng brings home with him from Manila. He’s described by one reviewer as “a man eager to bring Jesus to the entire
village” and could so easily be presented as a true “white devil” (which is
what Hwang’s Chinese characters often call Westerners, including once
inadvertently in front of Baines). But
he’s not, he’s a well-meaning and respectful man who wants to impart the
tenets of his religion to anyone who’s will listen. Yes, he’s a missionary and proselytizer, which
presupposes some level of arrogance, but he tries to learn Chinese and when he
encounters the women of the household with bound feet, he shows no disgust or revulsion
even as he pressures Eng to stop the practice.
(It’s Eng who orders the unbinding of his young daughter’s feet, with
the child’s encouragement but over the protests of Eng Siu-Yong, his first wife
and Ahn’s mother, and Eng Luan, his second wife.) Baines also doesn’t raise the subject of
polygamy until Eng Luan, the only one of the three who attends the discussions
with the missionary, asks about the Christian policy on the practice. (She knows that if Eng converts, he must
dismiss two of his wives and remain married to only one; she plans to be that
wife.) Even then, Baines explains the
Christian view of marriage without outwardly condemning the Chinese tradition. Now, it should be noted that the Engs’ story
unfolds the way the elderly Ahn tells it, and she’s resolutely stressing the
conversion to Christianity as a great blessing.
(I should note
that Diana objected to one technique Hwang uses in his depiction of
Baines. As the missionary tries to learn
Chinese, we “hear” him speak in pidgin English while the Chinese characters
speak perfectly grammatical, unaccented standard English. Diana wasn’t sure what this signified at
first—she asked me what it meant—and then said she thought it was
unnecessary. I don’t agree; it’s a
theater convention—that is, it’s not literally real—but it makes its point
while, at the same time, turns the mid-century practice of portraying Asians as
pidgin-speakers—think Charlie Chan or Mr. Moto in the movies, both played by
Caucasian actors—upside down. Grandma
Ahn, in the framing scenes, also speaks pidgin—because she's then talking to
her grandson in English while during the flashback story, she’s speaking
Chinese with her family. This isn’t the
only instance of theatricality in Golden
Child, so it’s not out of line with the overall “highly presentational
style” of the play, as New York
magazine’s Scott Brown called it, which “takes a bit of getting used to.” Brown described Hwang’s use of such theatrical
devices as on-stage assistants—who help with set, props, and costumes—and
ghosts as “somewhere between living-room naturalism and Peking Opera.”)
Ahn, who appears
to be about 10 or 12 at the time of the story, clearly views the westernization
and the conversion from traditional ancestor worship as an advance and
not a betrayal of beloved traditions—she wants her feet unbound, even though
she knows it will be painful, and had voiced her distaste for the practice
before her mother and “aunties.” Hwang
seems to be presenting the shift from traditional Chinese ways to Western
practices as a prelude to the family’s eventual immigration to America and its
ultimate Americanization, beginning with his own generation. According to Golden Child, it’s neither good nor bad at its core, but is
simply what happened to a huge number of Chinese (and other Asian) immigrants
in the early decades of the 20th century, a combination of hope and
displacement that left repercussions down the generations, as suggested by
Ahn’s 14-year-old grandson who’s looking for the connection to his cultural
heritage that he’s lost. (He’s travelled
to Manila to record his grandmother’s recollections because relatives in
America either don’t have the memories or can’t speak English well enough to
communicate them—and he doesn’t speak Chinese.)
In fact, Hwang doesn’t really take sides in the conflict between the old
ways, as represented by Siu-Yong and third wife Eling, and the new, foreign
ones, as adopted by Eng, Ahn, and Luan (who begins wearing western clothes
almost as soon as Reverend Baines arrives).
The three principal modernizers each has a different
motivation: Eng chooses to westernize because he’s a businessman and sees the
west as the rising economic power with whom he wants to do business and where
he wants to succeed. He also clearly
believes that Christian and European ways are stronger and perhaps even more
moral that the old Chinese ways. It is
the Future and Hwang says that Eng wants “to move his family forward and
himself forward.” Ahn wants to adopt western practices because
she is young and wants to be modern.
She’s already shown a streak of irrepressible individualism—she speaks
against foot-binding before her father and Baines arrive—and is viewed by her
elders as willful. (She gets away with
it because, she explains, she’s a “golden child,” as her nanny’s husband tells
her, having brought him luck at gambling.)
Western ideas appeal to her personality.
Luan approaches westernization as a practical choice. She sees that her husband is gravitating
toward Christianity and she intends to be the one wife standing when that
process is complete. She’s something of
a conniver and a manipulator, and as the middle wife, her position in the
household is weak because she hasn’t the standing of first wife Siu-Yong or the
love Eng feels for the third and youngest wife, Eling, the one he chose for
himself, so she sees westernizing as the key to changing that status. I suspect that Hwang, himself, sees American
values reflected in all three impulses—but that he also sees in the other
characters’ devotion to the traditional beliefs a form of stagnation that
turned China into a sleeping giant.
The domestic drama, the smaller world within the Eng home,
has its own dimensions, as the ideal Chinese family that the women describe in
words reveals its secrets and illusions.
The real story of the family dynamic, which develops in detail following
the intermission in act two, is about the women, particularly the three
wives. Eng is the engine of change, but
he’s nearly ignorant about the goings-on in his house. The sisterly wives aren’t as united as they
say they are and each one has her private issues of which Eng is unaware both
because of his long absence and because he’s oblivious to what actually goes on
in his house.
Diana was disappointed that Hwang didn’t express a
conclusion of the implied debate or come out with some kind of definitive
statement on the subject of westernization, assimilation, tradition, and
cultural heritage, but I liked the way he laid out the elements as he saw them
and let the characters all convey their own points of view—or imply them. “Did Tieng-Bin destroy his family or set them
free?” asks Time Out New York’s Diane Snyder. “It’s left to his descendants to discover
clarity amid the convoluted muddle of ancestry,” and it feels to me as if the
author may have been conflicted about the clash of cultures, so letting us see
the various sides without showing us his own conclusion is dramatically the
right choice for me. Indeed, Hwang has said that he starts composing
a new play when he has a question, “something I don’t understand,” and he
writes plays “to find out how I feel about the issue.”
Director Silverman elicited good, strong performances from
the whole cast in any case. Hwang hasn’t
written the characters with many hidden layers, and Silverman didn’t insert
any. It’s all very straightforward and unambiguous. Each member of the household establishes his
or her personality (mostly “her”: Eng is the only male in the household—there are
apparently sons, but we never see them—and Baines is the main story’s only
other male character) in the first scenes and continues to develop it in a
pretty straight line, with one or two little twists.
While it was hard to buy Watanabe as a teenager in the first
and last scenes, he was a credible presence as Eng and persuasively evinced the
conviction of a man who’s decided where he needs to go and proceeds to get
there. His Eng Tieng-Bin is still dictatorial,
as much as he tries to behave like a more progressive Western man and the
contradiction is visible in the character’s demeanor and the difference in the
way he treats his rebellious daughter and his disobedient wives. Annie Q.’s older Ahn comes very close to
caricature, with her high-pitched voice and pidgin English, but as the child
Ahn, the actress is consistently in sharp contrast to the generally more staid
older women, including Lesley Hu’s third wife, Eng Eling. As Eng Siu-Yong, Julyana Soelistyo (who
played Ahn in the 1996 première), is both commanding and prickly in the early
scenes, and suitably spooky when she returns as a vengeful ghost later, and
Jennifer Lim, as second wife Luan, is determined and calculating. Matthew Maher’s Reverend Baines, despite a
somewhat shaky British accent, is steady and sincere as the proselytizing
cleric, exuding a sense of both sympathy and admiration, however unexpected on
his part, for his potential converts.
Neil Patel’s unit set looks exactly like period pavilions
I’d seen in China (as well as the example on exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum
of Art’s Chinese Garden Court). Grandma
Ahn’s home in Manila transforms into the Engs’ pavilion home in Fujian by the
removal of a few panels and the addition of traditional Chinese chairs and
magically we’re in 1918 provincial China.
Anita Yavich’s gorgeously brocaded costumes, in various hues of red (the
color of happiness in China), and the wives’ makeup (hair styles and wigs were
by Tom Watson) instantly evoke the time and place as we’ve come to recognize it
from period photos and films set there. The
atmospheric use of Chinese music (the sound
is designed by Darron L West) enhances the overall sense that we’ve been
transported to the world of Hwang’s great-grandparents.
In the press, Charles Isherwood was reservedly enthusiastic
about the revival. In his New York Times review, he described Silverman’s take
on the play as “more intimate and more overtly comic than” the 1996 première,
though, he asserted, “the comedy recedes into the
background” as the tension builds. But, he added, aside from Soelistyo’s Siu-Yong,
“[t]he rest of the cast fares less well.”
In the New York Post, Frank Scheck
wrote that “the play tries uneasily to meld Western and Eastern
styles” but that “Silverman’s well-acted, visually elegant production shows the
piece certainly deserves another look.” Calling the Signature production “engaging,” Joe
Dziemianowicz of New York’s Daily News
said the play’s “not particularly deep and a bit too jokey for its own good.” Nonetheless, the News review-writer pronounced Hwang’s family story “well-told” and
the STC cast “polished.” In Long
Island’s Newsday, Linda Winer decreed
that Silverman’s staging “feels oddly stilted and lacks the elegance of the
earlier ones. The structure is neater,
but the reach, less captivating” than the première version. In the Village
Voice, Miriam Felton-Dansky
acknowledged that the cast is “talented” and that Silverman’s direction is
“graceful,” but ultimately asked “with so many Hwang plays to choose from, why
did this one need revival? Like the
less-than-welcome ghost of First Wife, Golden Child might be better off
not resurrected.” In contrast, Back Stage’s Erik Haagensen called Golden Child “one of Hwang’s best works, as entertaining as it is
thought-provoking” and dubbed Silverman’s staging of the “exemplary and very
welcome” revival “perceptive.”
In the New
Yorker, John Lahr dismissed the revised production, saying, “What began as a cross-cultural drama has been
reimagined as a documentary on pre-Christian Chinese customs. What was theatrically dynamic now feels merely
anecdotal,” while New York’s Brown
decreed the play “startlingly effective.” It’s a “rich, bracingly
affecting work,” in the words of Snyder
at TONY.
On the ’Net, Elyse
Sommer, who saw both the Off-Broadway première and the Broadway remount, said
on CurtainUp that she felt “the main characters struck me as having
been deepened” from the earlier versions and saw “more humor than I remember.”
On TheaterMania, however, Andy
Propst found that the “consistently stylish production” felt “like a bit of a
tarnished experience” because of the “disorienting” (which I doubt was intended
as a pun, by the way) mixed styles. “Both the play and production stumble,”
Propst declared, “when the action shifts from the distaff members of the Eng
household.” On TalkinBroadway.com,
Matthew Murray felt that the play is “awash in a quiet stateliness that doesn't
always amplify the theme” and that even Silverman’s “precise, serene” direction
“can't do much to compensate for that.” Murray concluded that the passage of time
since the play’s début hasn’t “dulled the intellectually absorbing way
with which Hwang dissects a culture at the crossroads, but they also haven't
deepened it,” either.
As I said earlier,
I have no basis for the comparisons on which so many of the reviewers have
drawn, but I can say that I found the STC revival of Golden Child a
satisfying experience both theatrically and intellectually. I’m more than looking forward to the rest of
the Hwang season at Signature, which I intend to catch (and on which I’ll
report) as it unfolds.
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