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Wednesday, 25 March 2015

Die Letzten Zeugen (The Last Witnesses), by Doron Rabinovici and Matthias Hartmann, Burgtheater, Vienna, Austria 10* out of 10

In a powerful, hard hitting and moving performance, 6 actual survivors of the Holocaust given voice by professional actors come together to bear witness. They show us an example of true courage, living meaningful lives after enduring unimaginable cruelty perpetrated on them and their families by their neighbours and compatriots. Saying yes to life despite of everything. German speakers should not miss the upcoming performances in Vienna (April, May 2015) or Salzburg (October 2015). English speakers can only hope that tentative intentions for an English performance can be realised. 

Burgtheater in Vienna, 24 March 2015. Marko Feingold walks to the front of the stage: “While in the concentration camp I had to endure an incredible amount of beatings and was constantly afraid to be beaten to death. I had three siblings of whom I do not know how they died. I only hope that they did not have to endure the beatings that left me alive.” Marco Feingold, lucid articulate, 102 years old, is part of a theatre piece devised by Doron Rabinovici and Matthias Hartmann. Hartmann is the German former Head of the Burgtheater, who left this post under the cloud of a financial mismanagement scandal; Rabinovici, author and historian, is the son of Suzanne –Lucienne Rabinovici, another survivor of the Shoah, also appearing in his piece. Rabinovici’s study of the Judenrat (Jewish Council) in wartime Vienna, Eichmann’s Jews, has appeared in English. So has his prizewinning satirical novel “Elsewhere”. The importance and problem of memory is a recurring theme in his work.

Based on books published by 7 survivors of the Shoah,  (Ari Rath, Marko Feingold, Rudolf Gelbard, Suzanne-Lucienne Rabinovici, Ceija Stojka, Vilma Neuwirth and Lucia Heilmann), the words of The Last Witnesses recount the events of the period February 1938, just before Hitler Germany annexed Austria, to 1946, one year after Hitler Germany’s defeat by the allied powers. They are read by professional actors. The faces of the actual survivors as they sit at the back of the stage listening to the actors detailing some of the most terrible events of their lives, are projected onto a screen by video.

With enormous courage they submit themselves to this ordeal, every time the piece is performed. No way that they will sleep well. Most likely they won’t sleep at all after a performance. 77 years after the beginning of the events they recount, the last witnesses are physically frail: two of the original group of eight have died before the premiere in 2013. On 23 March, one of the remaining protagonists was absent due to illness.

What their words have in common is an understated tone, a desire to be accurate, not to exaggerate (as if that were possible). Remarkably they wish to detail every instance, as rare as it was, where an Austrian neighbour, a German soldier behaved humanely. Sometimes this occurred for an instance, sometimes for the whole period of the persecution and murder, but when it happened it saved a life and gave hope. Of course, they also recount the much more widespread instances of neighbours and longstanding friends behaving abominably towards them.

Verba Volant, scripta manent – spoken words fly away, written words remain - and so the projection of a hand holding a fountain pen writing down the testimony the audience is listening to reminds us of the importance not to forget.

The second part of the evening consists of moderated discussions with the protagonists and interaction through questions and answers with the audience in the foyers and rehearsal rooms of the theatre.

Together with the survivors, Rabinovici and Hartmann have combined the means of theatre and the methods of oral and written history together into a new and powerful form. They have been able to do it thanks to the courage and the determination of the actual protagonists willing to endure what must be an ordeal. Yet they are here for the memory of those who were murdered and for the benefit of children, grandchildren and great grandchildren of those against whom all these crimes were committed. They are here for those who resisted and for their successors; but they are here also for the benefit of the children, grand children and great grand children of those who committed these crimes and of the silent majority, who sat on the fence. After many years of the official Austria ducking and weaving  the reality of the country’s responsibility for the crimes of the holocaust - Hitler, Eichmann, Kaltenbrunner, Seyss-Inquart lead the ignominious list of the disproportionately high number of Austrian war criminals responsible for German Nazi crimes - official Austria, under considerable outside pressure is showing some signs of facing up to the many crimes against human beings and against humanity which many Austrians committed during World War II. 

Their courage and forbearance is rewarded by a packed mainly young audience, deeply moved and showing a lively interest during the question and answer sessions.

One can only hope that an English version of will be created, so that after Vienna and Berlin, young people in London, New York and other important English-speaking cities may get an opportunity to experience these last witnesses of events that shaped the consciousness if not the conscience of the world we live in.





Sunday, 1 March 2015

The Nether, Play by Jennifer Hayley, directed by Jeremy Herrin, Duke of York’s Theatre, London 9* out of 10

With suspense from beginning to end this timely, award-winning sci-fi play on child sexual abuse and virtual reality worlds makes tense, uncomfortable viewing and raises many important questions of immediate relevance. Hard-hitting contemporary theatre in a brilliant set designed by Es Devlin. 


In a tastefully architected Victorian country house set in idyllically landscaped grounds Sims (Stanley Townsend) is the owner manager of a brothel. In a beautifully appointed bedroom twelve-year-old Iris (Isabella Pappas/Zoë Brough) receives shy young Woodnut for whom she is the preferred prostitute. 

Back to the not so distant future (the year 2050) and a sparsely furnished interrogation room. Sims looking less than elegant and shabbily dressed in modern casual attire is being subjected to interrogation by agent Morris (Amanda Hale) about his activities in a part of the internet where anything goes, the Nether. 

It soon becomes clear that the Victorian House is a fantasy world conjured up in disturbing realism on the Nether,  in a "Second Life" -like world with no sexual phantasies barred.  And the characters' identities in their actual and virtual realities may not all be what they seem.

At a time where the British establishment is reeling from what appears to be institutionalised child sexual abuse, Jennifer Hayley’s disturbing and important play makes very uncomfortable viewing. Although the sexual abuse which takes place is very carefully dealt with on stage, the inner discomfort of the audience at reluctantly picturing (or resisting the picturing of ) what is hinted at makes for a tense atmosphere. 

Jennifer Hayley's tautly written sci-fi thriller throws up many important questions: How far can government agencies go when investigating what people do on the internet? Do sexual crimes carried out in virtual worlds by the chosen avatars of real people count as real sexual crimes punishable in the real world? Are our chosen identities on the Nether (Internet) just as real as our identity (or identities) in real life?

This Royal Court Theatre production has much to commend it. Es Devlin’s set is brilliant, and excellently complemented by the lighting (Paul Pyant) and video design (Luke Halls).  Jeremy Herrin's direction keeps the audience in suspense and under tension. The acting ensemble is excellent. Stanley Townsend’s performance as Sims stands out; so do the child actresses Zoë Brough and Isabella Pappas who play Iris in alternate performances.


It was good to see many more young people than usual for a West End theatre transfer. This is an uncomfortable, suspenseful and worthwhile evening at the theatre that will stay with the audience for a long time.