Feb 1958

"NIGHTMARE ABBEY" Anthony Sharp's dramatization of "Nightmare Abbey" should be considered in relation to Peacock's novel, since it follows it so closely, adding nothing to it and taking little away. We can judge the play better from knowing what the novelist set out to do.

The plot is thin. A young man who, after his first love affair, had got the "passion for reforming the world", is brought down to reality by his inability to choose between two young women.

He loses both in his dilemma, but is left with a happier outlook than he had before his problem arose. Since it is a story about ideas and characters, we must consider how the play gives these ideas to the theatre audience, and how effective the characters are.

Peacock wrote his novel to make gentle fun of some of his contemporaries and their ideas. Who these contemporaries were does not matter much, though we might keep in mind that he saw Shelley in Scythrop, and Coleridge in Flosky. The ideas we could summarise as the different aspects of despair, temporarily eradicated by triumphant optimism, or by Madeira; and, in a more general way, the clash between the real and the metaphysical. Religious despair is the theme of Mr. Toobad; Mr. Listless shows us refined boredom; philosophical misery comes from Mr. Flosky; and despair over everyday life is the mark of Mr. Glowry. But optimism, in the person of Mr. Hilary, "a very cheerful and elastic gentleman", as Peacock describes him, overcomes them for a short time, and they finish Act I singing a catch together. Eagerly, too, each of the sad ones had accepted Glowry's invitation to "a smiling bumper, and let us all be unhappy together". The clash of the real and the metaphysical is most notably seen in Scythrop, in relation to Marionetta and Stella.

The St. Peter's Players performed this play on 12th, 13th and 14th December.

The set was a triumph of ingenuity by Mr. Hart and Mr. Gaastra.

We were all intrigued by the subtlety of the scene changes for the second act. The backcloth gave us a view through the window that was perhaps too bright and inviting for "the fen country of Lincolnshire", a county unkindly described by King Henry VIII as "one of the most brute and beastly of the whole realm". Although it contrasted strangely with the bleakness of the traverse curtain, it was beautifully done, and pleasant to look at.

The timing and movement on the stage were excellent, and it is not with a view to excusing anything, but rather to emphasise the care and precision of Mr. Burgess's production that mention should 27