The crazy old don rides again, thanks to Shakespeare Dallas. The outdoor Shakespeare festival has staged non-Shakespeare plays before ‘Quixote.’ But this is the first time it’s commissioned a literary adaptation from a living author – in this case, Octavio Solis, the former Dallas playwright who got his start in the late ’80s with plays onstage in Deep Ellum. Art & Seek’s Anne Bothwell and Jerome Weeks sat down to talk about bringing Miguel Cervantes’ classic novel ‘Don Quixote’ to the stage.
Jerome, I think it’s fitting that Shakespeare Dallas is presenting an adaptation of Cervantes’ novel because Cervantes was an exact contemporary of Shakespeare. And most of us are familiar with Don Quixote. He’s the legendary old Spaniard who believes he’s a knight. He rides off with his sidekick, Sancho Panza, and together they go on a quest and he attacks windmills because he thinks they’re giants. But does the Shakespeare Dallas production change any of that, play with it?
Cervantes’ novel from 1615 sprawls; it was originally published as two books. It’s akin to a picaresque novel, meaning it doesn’t build a traditional narrative arc that rises and develops. Instead, it follows one character along a string of episodes. ‘Don Quixote’ also manages to be incredibly complex and layered, with stories-within-stories. We’re at the very beginnings of the modern European novel, and here’s Cervantes playing self-referential games and undermining the author’s authority like the hippest, lit-crit-heavy, post-modernist wise guy.
So any adaptor has to choose which of the many episodes to use, which trail to take to hack through this forest. With Octavio Solis’ version, you’ll see events that I don’t think any other treatment has really presented. Even so, most of the episodes tend to follow the familiar comic line. Don Quixote read so many books about knights and castles, he goes out to uphold the traditions of chivalry. He foolishly wanders around with his sadsack squire, Sancho Panza, believing ordinary folks are enemy knights or they’re captive maidens he must save. As a result, he and Sancho are chased away or beaten or trapped, over and over.
So modern society has no place for ‘noble dreamers’?
At any rate, when ‘Quixote,’ the play, premiered at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival in 2009, it was done as a traditional period piece. It was set in the 1600s. But Shakespeare Dallas won a grant to commission Octavio Solis to re-write that first version. Director Gustavo Tambascio had the idea of updating the staging, setting it in Texas along the border.
Interesting. And how well does that work?
And when Quixote goes tilting at windmills, they are windmills but they’re Texas ranch-style windmills. There are also musical numbers, which I suspect weren’t in Solis’ original version because they feature female mariachi dancers and boot-scooting in a country-western bar.
But here’s an example of Solis’ slyer updatings. The local priest argues the cure for Quixote is burning his books.
Priest: Fiction’s a terrible crime on literature. People read it and believe it. Worse yet, they look to it for moral instruction. And you know there’s only one book for that.
Barber: Oh, yes sir! I keep my first edition ‘Lonesome Dove’ in pristine condition!
In that regard, the novel really becomes something of a debate over the value of fiction – with Cervantes playing both sides, knight vs. windmill. Did those old novels inspire Quixote or just delude him? Can a novel provide worthy guidance? But if fiction’s a fraud, shouldn’t it be banned?
So – a little sociopolitical viewpoint is not out of place onstage. There’s a grand, dramatic clash I won’t give away. It’s not in the novel but it’s timely and even moving. And this is Jim Jorgensen as Quixote, imploring Dulcinea, his imaginary queen, his inspiration, to give him strength.
Quixote: Raise me up, and I pledge to protect the rights of the innocent, the weak, and the aged. To fight for the unemployed, the uninsured, the undocumented and the unwanted, I swear it!
OK, I see what Solis is doing there. These references to immigration and health care, they feel pretty in line with Quixote’s original ideals. It’s actually touching.
Yet I keep hearing a ‘but’ in your voice.
It sounds a little like ‘Where’s Waldo?’
And the character of Cervantes only adds to a play that’s already too long. Musical numbers, for instance, are supposed to kick life into a show; at the same time, the songs express emotions the characters can’t express other than by getting out the dance shoes and belting out a number. But the big dance numbers feel kind of conveniently stuck in here – as if they’re the sort of lively, playful artifice Cervantes would have used if Broadway existed in 1615. They don’t really forward the storyline or deepen any particular character – beyond bits of music like the lovely guitar underscoring Quixote’s plea.
Anthony Ramirez, as Sancho, brings his characteristic noisy fun to the proceedings. He may be the first local performer to act while getting tossed into the air on a blanket (a bizarre scene that actually is in the novel). But all that comic energy loses some of Sancho’s Eeyore-ish qualities. Sancho has always been the glum, reality principle against Quixote’s heedless fantasies, the earth to the Don’s air. Sancho’s hungry, he’s tired, he’s henpecked, he doesn’t know from knights and the only reasons he’s suffering through all this is his smidgen of loyalty and affection for the old guy but mostly for the big payoff Quixote promised him.
For all his welcome energy, Ramirez and his paleta cart spin their wheels. Nothing he does – or Marcus Stimac, too, as a bullying innkeeper – makes the play go any faster, gain real life. Shakespeare’s dramas can certainly run two and a half hours, and Cervantes’ novel, as I noted, sprawls all over the place as well. But ‘Quixote’ feels too long partly because it seems to be wrapping up several times – and disappoints us. When the Cervantes character finally announces he knows how to resolve things, we’ve been checking our watches for 15 minutes.
So I gather you’re not willing to follow this particular quest?
By the end, Solis’ play – at least under Tambuscio’s direction – seems to fall somewhere halfway between his first traditional version and a fully realized updating/adapting. The seemingly scavenged, tossed-together nature of the production (set design by Michael Sullivan, costume design by Claudia Stephens) can delight – the way, for example, Jorgensen’s outfit includes safety kneepads, longjohn underwear and the old-guy-well-past-caring use of socks with sandals. But why is the La Mancha town barber still a barber and a surgeon – which was true for 1605 but makes little sense today and has little purpose here? Why keep Quixote’s barber’s bowl for a helmet – a tonsorial tool that no one’s used in decades? Why get traditional now? Why not a Home Depot bucket or an aluminum mixing bowl?
This sometimes-clever, sometimes-clunky quality marks the show from the very start: I don’t think you need to have Miguel Cervantes come onstage and invoke seven dancing muses to justify magically transporting Quixote to Texas. Just bring Quixote here, and let the old knight and his sweet, sad sidekick win our hearts all over again.