By Helen
Edmundson
Sister Act
What an intriguing premise – a portrait
of a seventeenth century nun and not just any nun. Juana Ines de la Cruz (Naomi Frederick). A Super-nun!
Renowned female scholar, poet
and playwright in Mexico, then a colony of the Spanish Empire. Born into racial
and hierarchical complexity, she was one of six illegitimate children from a
Criolla (of mixed race ancestry) mother and two different
Spanish soldier fathers.
Helen Edmundson’s 2012 play, The Heresy Of Love, inspired by a staging of Sister Juana’s Baroque comedy House of
Desires eight years earlier, first
surfaced to great acclaim at the RSC’s smaller space, The Swan,
in a season alongside Shakespeare’s Measure For Measure and David Edgar’s St
James’s Bible anniversary play Written on the Heart.
Now directed by John Dove, it is
part of Shakespeare’s Globe Justice and Mercy season.
So TLT, not having seen the earlier incarnation, emerged from her cloister
with her scarlet carriage looking forward to a major historical drama centred on a phenomenally-gifted
woman writer constrained by contradictory and shifting circumstances of Church,
Court and Empire.
Despite only few undisputed facts
of Sister Juana’s life, there is certainly enough there to provide a meaty
dramatic discussion in the context of our twenty first, as well as seventeenth
century, preoccupations. Except that for TLT and companion, that discussion never came.
Maybe it was swamped by the much
larger proportions of The Globe's thrust stage with grilles at the back, extended into the audience, we fancy, in the shape of a cross (design: Michael Taylor). However the piece’s linear telling of
Juana’s story, use of Baroque play
structure with some cod-Shakespearean devices, stayed firmly within the stereotype for us.
There were tantalizing lines and
possible story lines.
The need to earn a living from commissions. The
relationship with other nuns equally imprisoned by their sex and class, manoeuvring
their lives, wealth and intellects within the confines of “New Spain” politics and the dreaded Inquisition.
The wife of a powerful patron still subjugated by the need to produce son and
heir. The illegitimate babies. The scholar nun, still very much maintaining the
caste system by owning a mulatto female slave, but licensed briefly to hold her
salons of secular as well as religious learning within the convent.
The secret
courts and selective record keeping.
But all this seemed thrown away
and much of the history recounted outside character. Sister Juana herself
seemed curiously marginalised and muted with the weak and trapped Father
Antonio (Patrick Driver) and the true-history plotting of Bishop Santa Cruz (Anthony Howell) leaving the more
conflicted imprint on the play.
Juana’s battle for her career and finally
her life against the Archbishop Aguiar y Sejas (Phil Whitchurch as sour as the
lemon he held in his hand) is allowed to fizzle out. It seems heresy to say it but
the male scheming from the very beginning of The Heresy Of Love pulls the play
itself away from its female subject and gives it whatever dynamism and rhythm comes
through.
This is a shame as the Golden Age
Of Spanish drama during Sister Juana’s lifetime not only allowed her plays to be published and staged to great
acclaim in Spain and its empire, but also permitted female actors to play female characters when boys still monopolised such roles in England.
There are some more lively, if
rather obvious, moments with Vicereine patroness (an elegant Ellie Piercy), slave confidante Juanita (rumbustious Sophia Nomvete) and
Juana’s niece Angelica (a fetching Gwyneth Keyworth) plus a final visual design transformation of
Juana in her downfall gives a hint of more depth and subtlety.
Maybe in a smaller space, or even
on screen, the granting of leeway for women in theatre and cloister, the dramatic
possibilities of interplay between the excesses of the Baroque form and
censorship, the illegitimate babies and the fatal real-life theatricality of
male dominated church and state could bring a much more intricately human and open
ended reading of the same piece.
This play certainly opens up a
subject which we knew nothing about but at the same time only just about
scrapes through into an amber light.
Still, writer Helen Edmundson appears
to be on a roll with an upcoming play on Queen Anne at the RSC and an adaptation of Zola’s Therese Raquin for Keira Knightley on Broadway.
In the meantime, for those
interested, Sister Juana is championed by poet Octavio Paz in his 1982 biography, the subject of a couple of early twenty-first century plays by American-Mexican playwrights Estela Portillo and Karen Zacarias
and a 1990 biopic from filmmaker Maria Luisa Bemberg.
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