A witty and angry new play about a
well-intentioned festival in London vividly portrays the problems
afflicting resource-rich Congo, writes Frances Beckett.
They Drink It In The
Congo
by Adam Brace
Culture For Sale
A young woman, Stef, is appointed to
run a festival of Congolese culture in London. Clever, politically alert and
committed, and scarred by what she saw when she visited the Congo as a
volunteer, she determines that it is going to be done properly; this is not
going to be the Congolese as seen through the prism of fashionable London, but
as the Congolese see it. But it doesn’t work out that way.
Writer Adam Brace – this is just his
second full length play – believes in researching what he writes about. The
play straddles four worlds, all of which Mr Brace has taken the trouble and care to
understand.
There’s the small world of London’s NGOs (non-governmental organizations) and charities, rather pompously calling itself the voluntary sector, powerful and with control of substantial public and private funding, with its private jargon and its own private jealousies.
There’s the Congolese community in
London, an equally tiny world but with far less power, riven, like many
diaspora communities, by bitter and destructive internal politics.
There is the brittle world inhabited
by London’s journalists and public relations consultants. And there is the Congo itself.
Congo, where a man being forced at gunpoint to be the first of several
men to rape his own 13-year-old daughter is just part of life’s rich pageant; a
land where, as one character reminds us, they had just one chance in the last
sixty years of becoming a peaceful land; that chance was called Patrice Lumumba, in whose 1961 murder, evidence
strongly suggests, the Americans may have been deeply complicit.
These worlds are put together with
great dramatic skill to make a compelling narrative. Mr Brace is an
accomplished writer who understands that dramatic and important subject matter
is not enough to hold his audiences. He makes us care about his characters as
individuals. And he makes us laugh surprisingly often, given the grimness of
the subject matter.
There’s a hysterically funny
detrousering scene which could easily have been written for the late Brian Rix. And there are quite a lot of rather
good jokes. “There’s no easy way to say this.” “Is it a Welsh
village?”
Even better, he extracts humour from
the way his characters rub against each other. The Congolese on her
committee berate Stef for being paid £28,000 a year to run the festival, and
her public relations officer ex-boyfriend Tony - Richard Goulding - bursts out:
“She’s a Cambridge graduate, she is seriously employable, she’s chosen to do
this.” Later Tony says: “Good job you didn’t tell them what you really
earn.” “I did” says Stef. “Good God” says Tony.
An influential Congolese pastor
tells Stef: “You have my support.” She is delighted, until she realises that
she cannot use his name, cannot ask him to say anything publicly, cannot tell
anyone: “I support you. You have my prayers.”
Cleverly directed in the round by
Michael Longhurst, the cast is led by the magnificent Fiona Button, whom I last
saw as a wonderful Isabelle in Jean Anouilh’s Ring Round the Moon at the Playhouse Theatre.
She
doesn’t just play Stef; she inhabits the character. I am certain her
preparation must have included hours spent in long, bitchy voluntary sector
committee meetings.
Other standout performances in a
uniformly good cast include Anna-Maria Nabirye as Congolese scientist
Anne-Marie and Sidney Cole as the Pastor.
They Drink It In The Congo manages
the really difficult trick of being, at one and the same time, a play that has
something important to say, and an entertaining night at the theatre. A green light and the best of luck to it.
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