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Writing Game

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by David Lodge

MAUDE goes to sink unit, and, during the ensuing dialogue, makes herself a cup of tea with a tea-bag. She shows her familiarity with the place by slapping the kettle.

  MAUDE (looks into sink)

  Oh dear, something seems to be blocking the sink.

  LEO

  Community playwrights.

  MAUDE

  Really?

  LEO

  You must like coming here.

  MAUDE

  Yes, I do.

  LEO

  I mean, you can hardly need the money.

  MAUDE (registering the statement as slightly impertinent)

  No, I hardly can. But then I don’t suppose you came for the sake of a fee, either, Mr Rafkin.

  LEO

  Please call me Leo. It was an impulse. My work wasn’t going too well. I thought a change of scene might help.

  JEREMY comes quietly out of the bedroom and stands on the landing, unwilling to interrupt.

  LEO

  As you probably know, I’m spending six months in England, working on a book.

  MAUDE

  No, I didn’t know.

  LEO

  It was in the Guardian.

  MAUDE

  Ah. We take The Times and the Independent.

  LEO

  I’m on leave from my University. I have a Guggenheim.

  MAUDE (hint of mockery)

  Congratulations.

  LEO

  I’m writing a novel about the end of World War Two in Europe.

  MAUDE

  Ambitious.

  LEO

  It is.

  JEREMY

  Er, I’d better get back to the farmhouse or the students will be feeling all neglected. Is there anything we should discuss about the course?

  MAUDE

  I thought we’d stick to the usual pattern.

  JEREMY

  It seems to work best.

  LEO

  What is the usual pattern?

  JEREMY (with the air of someone repeating a set speech)

  This evening, after dinner, is for everybody to get to know each other. Tomorrow morning you two should explain how you’re going to organise the course. We think it’s a good idea if they write something new while they’re here, not just revise the stuff they’ve brought with them.

  LEO (ironically)

  You mean, like write a novel in four days.

  JEREMY

  Well, it has been known, believe it or not. But no, something like a chapter, or a short story.

  LEO

  Somebody wrote an entire novel in four days?

  JEREMY

  Yes, he sat up every night, on benzedrine or something.

  MAUDE

  Was the novel any good?

  JEREMY

  It was before my time. I shouldn’t think so.

  LEO

  Still, to create an entire world in four days. Even God took six. I’d like to meet that guy.

  JEREMY

  Anyway, on Day One, after the plenary, you and Maude should see the students individually. Some may need encouragement to start writing.

  LEO

  To start?

  JEREMY

  Yes.

  LEO

  You mean, some of these people have never written anything before?

  JEREMY

  Obviously they have a feeling that they’d like to write.

  LEO shakes his head disbelievingly.

  LEO (sotto voce)

  Jesus Christ.

  JEREMY

  Tomorrow evening, either you or Maude will read from your work, and then the other one will read on the following evening. You did bring something, didn’t you?

  LEO

  Yeah.

  MAUDE

  Your novel about the War?

  LEO

  I never read from work in progress.

  MAUDE

  Why?

  LEO

  If the audience doesn’t give you ten minutes’ standing ovation at the end, you lose faith in it.

  MAUDE

  Oh, I’m just the opposite. I like to try things out.

  JEREMY

  On the third evening, we have the visiting writer.

  LEO

  Another writer?

  JEREMY

  Yes, we’ve found that at this point in the course, when everybody knows everybody else pretty well, and the atmosphere may be getting a little too cosy, it’s good to introduce a catalyst. Someone with a completely different perspective. He, or she, comes for just one night – gives a reading after dinner and goes off next morning.

  LEO

  Who’s coming?

  JEREMY

  Simon St Clair.

  LEO

  That asshole?

  JEREMY (with an alarmed glance at MAUDE)

  You know him?

  LEO

  He interviewed me once, in Chicago. Flattered the hell out of me, then went away and wrote a lot of sneers and smears.

  JEREMY

  Oh. I didn’t know that of course when I …

  MAUDE

  I don’t suppose he meant any real harm, Leo.

  LEO

  Oh yes he did, harm is exactly what he meant. Have you met this guy?

  MAUDE

  Occasionally.

  JEREMY

  He won’t be here for long, anyway. The next day is the last one. Final efforts by the students, then an early dinner and afterwards they read from their work. It’s a kind of rite de passage. It usually turns into a party with everybody getting rather tired and emotional. The course disperses next morning, after breakfast.

  LEO

  Well, that’s something to look forward to.

  MAUDE

  Oh, don’t be such a misery!

  LEO (startled)

  What?

  MAUDE

  If you want to go, for God’s sake go! I’d rather teach the whole course myself, than have you moaning and whingeing for the next four days.

  A pause.

  LEO

  I said I’ll stay, and I’ll stay.

  LEO stalks into his bedroom and shuts the door. MAUDE looks at JEREMY and makes a grimace, half-amused, half-exasperated.

  JEREMY

  Well, I’d better be running along. (Sotto voce) It’s a bit awkward, him having a grudge against Simon.

  MAUDE

  Mmm. It’s a pity Simon isn’t the other tutor.

  JEREMY

  I did ask him.

  MAUDE (with affected casualness)

  Did you tell him I suggested it?

  JEREMY

  No, I wasn’t sure if you … Should I have done?

  MAUDE

  No. I don’t know. It’s of no importance now, anyway.

  JEREMY

  He said he’s taken a vow never to teach a Wheatcroft course again.

  MAUDE

  Why?

  JEREMY

  Last time a Jehovah’s Witness tried to convert him and a policeman got drunk and threw up all over his designer jeans.

  MAUDE

  How very unlucky.

  JEREMY

  Well, he did provoke them rather … I think he only agreed to come back as visiting writer because you were going to be here.

  The telephone rings twice then stops.

  MAUDE (surprised)

  Is there a telephone in here?

  JEREMY

  Yes, an answerphone. It rings twice and then starts recording. It’s one of those sneaky ones where you can listen in to the other person leaving their message.

  The amplified voice of HENRY LOCKETT (a middle-aged Oxford don) is heard from the answerphone. The actors on stage speak over his monologue.

  HENRY’S VOICE

  Oh, hallo, er, this is Henry Lockett for Maude Lockett …

  MAUDE

  Henry!

  HENRY’S VOICE

  Er, Maude, I’ve lost my, that is to say I can’t seem to find my cufflinks, I mean I can’t find a pair that match, and, er, there’
s a College Feast tonight and, er, I should feel rather a prat with odd cufflinks …

  JEREMY

  You can pick it up and speak to him, you know.

  MAUDE

  No, I don’t want to. I think this a retrograde step, Jeremy, I come here to get away from domestic concerns.

  HENRY’S VOICE

  … I was wondering whether you’ve seen any of them anywhere, the missing ones, that is, and picked them up …

  MAUDE

  How did he know the number, anyway?

  JEREMY

  I suppose he phoned the farmhouse, and someone over there gave it to him.

  HENRY’S VOICE

  … or did Mrs Grimshaw perhaps, when she was doing our bedroom, you don’t think, I mean is it possible that she sucked them up in the vacuum cleaner, God I hope not, do you think I should go through the dust bag and if not where the hell are they …?

  MAUDE

  Can’t we turn him off?

  JEREMY

  I think there’s a volume control on it somewhere. I’m not very good at these gadgets.

  JEREMY goes over to the phone and peers helplessly at it. He has an inspiration, opens the drawer in the table, and takes out an instruction booklet. He consults this, frowning.

  JEREMY

  God! It’s all in Arabic … Ah, here we are.

  JEREMY rotates the page, trying to make sense of a diagram.

  HENRY’S VOICE

  … I looked in your jewellery box but they, that is the red velvet one – have you got another? Anyway, they aren’t, I thought you might have put them in there, but they aren’t there …

  LEO opens the door of his bedroom and looks out with a puzzled expression.

  MAUDE (to LEO)

  My husband. (To JEREMY) For God’s sake pull the plug out, Jeremy!

  LEO goes across to phone.

  HENRY’S VOICE

  … Anyway, if you’ve any idea where any of my cufflinks are please, other than the odd ones I’ve got of course, please phone me back as soon as possible. Oh, and by the way, I’ve accepted the invitation to that conference –

  LEO turns down volume, silencing phone.

  MAUDE

  Thank you.

  LEO

  You’re welcome.

  JEREMY looks from one to the other.

  JEREMY

  Well, see you both at dinner.

  Blackout.

  Act One Scene Two. Later the same evening.

  The barn. The sitting-room is empty and dark.

  MAUDE (voice off)

  Goodnight, Jeremy! See you in the morning.

  Sounds of LEO and MAUDE approaching from outside. The door opens, and MAUDE fumbles for the lightswitch. The light comes on. MAUDE enters, followed by LEO, who is holding a plumber’s mate.

  MAUDE

  There! That wasn’t so bad, was it?

  LEO

  You make it sound like I’d just been to the dentist.

  MAUDE

  Well, you had the waiting-room look, exactly, just before dinner. Are you going to have a go at the sink?

  LEO puts the plumber’s mate down on the sink-unit.

  LEO

  Tomorrow. How about a nightcap? I have a bottle of scotch in my bag.

  MAUDE (slight hesitation)

  Well … All right. That would be nice.

  MAUDE sits down on the sofa. LEO goes into his bedroom, leaving the door open, to fetch the bottle of scotch. MAUDE projects her voice.

  MAUDE

  Who was the grey-haired lady you were sitting next to at dinner?

  LEO

  A retired schoolteacher. I didn’t catch her name.

  MAUDE

  You seemed to be very deep in conversation.

  LEO (emerging from bedroom with bottle)

  It dawned on me after about ten minutes that she thinks I wrote The Catcher in the Rye. I didn’t have the heart to disillusion her.

  MAUDE (laughs)

  And what did you make of Penny?

  LEO

  Penny?

  MAUDE

  Mrs Sewell, from South Wales. Big eyes and fair hair.

  LEO goes to sink unit and pours two glasses of scotch.

  LEO

  I didn’t get much out of her.

  MAUDE

  I thought she was very nice.

  LEO

  Water? There doesn’t seem to be any ice.

  MAUDE

  Please.

  LEO adds a little water to MAUDE’s glass and takes the two glasses over to the sofa.

  LEO

  They’re all nice enough. The question is, can they write?

  MAUDE

  Well, we shall see. These courses are a bit of a leap in the dark.

  LEO (raises glass)

  Geronimo.

  MAUDE

  Hmm?

  LEO

  It’s what paratroopers say as they jump out the plane. (He drinks.)

  MAUDE (smiles, drinks)

  Geronimo, then. I’m glad you decided to stay. I’ve admired your work for ages.

  LEO

  Including Wise Virgins and Other Stories?

  MAUDE (evasively)

  That was your first book, wasn’t it?

  LEO

  You didn’t like it so much when you reviewed it for the Spectator.

  MAUDE

  Oh, that was a very long time ago. I’m surprised you remember it.

  LEO

  I remember all my reviews.

  MAUDE

  Goodness, I hardly bother to read mine.

  LEO

  I never believe writers who say that.

  MAUDE looks as if she is going to take offence, but backs off.

  MAUDE

  Well, Henry reads them for me. He only shows me the nice ones.

  LEO

  My wife – my last wife – only showed me the bad ones. She used to go to the library and photocopy them specially. That’s how I saw your review.

  MAUDE (laughs uncertainly)

  I can’t imagine I said anything really nasty about The Wise Virgin.

  LEO

  Wise Virgins. You said, ‘Mr Rafkin polishes his style, the better to see in it the reflection of his own ego.’

  MAUDE

  Did I? You know, you really shouldn’t attach so much importance to what critics say.

  LEO

  That’s easy for you to say. You’re a best-seller.

  MAUDE

  Well, not in the Jackie Collins class … if class is the word I want.

  LEO

  But whether you get good reviews or bad reviews, you’re sure to sell twenty thousand in hardback, eighty thousand in paperback – right?

  MAUDE

  Yes, I suppose so. You seem remarkably well informed about my sales.

  LEO

  There was an article in the Bookseller recently, by your publisher. I’m not that kind of writer. My books are literature. I don’t mean yours aren’t literature too –

  MAUDE (ironically)

  Oh, thanks.

  LEO

  But yours sell at Heathrow as well as Hatchards. Mine don’t. They earn me more money indirectly than directly. They win prizes, they attract grants, they justify my salary as a college teacher. So you see I’m highly sensitive to criticism. Favourable reviews are currency to me.

  MAUDE (with exaggerated contrition)

  I’m sorry I was unkind about Wise Virgins.

  LEO

  Oh, don’t let it worry you. I never did have any luck in England. (He picks up MAUDE’s glass) Let me freshen your drink.

  MAUDE

  No more, thanks.

  LEO ignores this refusal, and refills her glass and his own at the sink unit.

  LEO

  Tell me about Henry.

  MAUDE (slightly startled)

  Henry? What about him?

  LEO

  He’s a college teacher, isn’t he?

  MAUDE

  He’s Reader in the History o
f Philosophy at Oxford, actually.

  LEO gives drink to MAUDE. She puts it down on the coffee table without tasting it. LEO sits down beside her on the sofa.

  LEO

  He doesn’t mind you teaching this course?

  MAUDE

  No. Why should he mind?

  LEO

  If I were married to a woman as attractive as you, I wouldn’t want her to go away for nearly a week on her own.

  MAUDE (smiles)

  Oh, Henry isn’t jealous.

  LEO

  I don’t mean jealous. I mean, if I was married to a woman as attractive as you, I’d want to make love at least every other night.

  MAUDE is surprised, but not flustered, by this pass.

  MAUDE

  Oh, I see. Well, after twenty years, you know, desire can be contained for a week or so without too much difficulty. (She picks up glass and drinks.)

  LEO

  Twenty years! You’ve been married to the same guy for twenty years?

  MAUDE

  I’m afraid so. (She glances at her watch) I think it’s time I went to bed. I’m feeling rather tired from the drive down. (She stands up.)

  LEO (getting up)

  Oh, have another.

  MAUDE

  No, thank you. Shall I use the bathroom first?

  LEO

  Sure. Go ahead.

  MAUDE

  Goodnight, then. See you in the morning.

  LEO

  Goodnight.

  MAUDE ascends the stairs, watched by LEO, and goes into her bedroom. LEO swallows the last of his drink, takes the two glasses over to the sink and rinses them. He seems restless and uncertain what to do. He examines the bust of Aubrey Wheatcroft perfunctorily; he takes down and leafs through JEREMY’s book of poems without reading it. Upstairs, MAUDE takes off her dress and puts a dressing-gown over her slip. She exchanges her shoes for slippers. Carrying a sponge bag, she comes out of the room. As MAUDE descends the stairs, LEO goes into his bedroom and closes the door. MAUDE goes into the bathroom and closes the door. LEO opens the door of his room, and lurks just inside the threshold. Sound of toilet flushing. LEO, not wishing to ambush MAUDE too obviously, goes into sitting-room, moves towards the table, changes his mind and rapidly crosses the room to the sink. He picks up plumber’s mate and goes through motions of unblocking the sink, glancing occasionally at bathroom door. The bathroom door opens and MAUDE comes out. She sees LEO and smiles politely.

  MAUDE

  It’s all yours.

  LEO

  Thanks. I’m not making much progress with this sink.

  MAUDE

  Leave it to Jeremy.

  MAUDE begins to ascend the stairs.

  LEO

  You were right about my room being damp.

  MAUDE

  Oh, it shouldn’t be too bad at this time of year.

  LEO

  And those bugs you mentioned – I have a phobia about creepy-crawlies. I don’t think I’m going to sleep well in there.

 

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