जीएंनी अनुवादित केलेले "दिवस तुडवत अंधाराकडे" हे युजीन ओनील यांचे
१९५६ सालचे नाटक (Long Day's Journey into Night) ऑक्टोबर २०१९ मध्ये विकत आणून सुद्धा मी अजून वाचले नाही.
मला उत्सुकता आहे ह्या मराठी रूपांतराचे रंगभूमी वरती किती प्रयोग झालेत ह्याची.
विकिपीडिया मध्ये पाहू शकता ओनिल ह्यांच्या नाटकाची किती productions झालीत ह्याची
https://en.wikipedia.org/w…/Long_Day%27s_Journey_into_Night…
अनेक उत्तम आणि गाजलेल्या सिनेकलावंतांनी त्यात भाग घेतले आहेत.
त्यातील एक म्हणजे माझ्या फार आवडत्या जेसिका लांज (Jessica Lange ) ज्यांनी मेरीची भूमिका केली होती.
जेसिका लांज नाटकाबद्दल लिहतात:
"...Our set was more dreamlike than what O’Neill describes in the stage
directions. It had a ghostly feel, more memory than reality. As the
light moved east to west across the stage during the course of the long
day, the fog seemed to seep through the walls. The foghorn a constant
reminder of old sorrows . . . a plaintive, haunting refrain.
“Why is it fog makes everything sound so sad and lost, I wonder?”
Memorizing lines proved difficult at first. I found I would oft en lose
track of where I was in the play. I came to understand it was due to
the circular nature of the play, which is structured like a piece of
music where the composer creates a melody and then repeats it again and
again in altered forms. Theme and variations. The cycles of punishment
and forgiveness, recriminations and excuses. A tragic score of love and
hate.
It is linear only in the passage of time, morning to night,
and the effects of the morphine increasing steadily as the day wears
on....".
हे सगळे विलक्षण आहे. प्रकाशाचे खेळ, धुके (आज २०२० साली महाराष्ट्रात कुठे आणि किती धुके पडते), नाटकाची वर्तुळाकार- एखाद्या संगीताच्या तुकड्यासारखी रचना, शिक्षा-क्षमा-आरोप प्रत्यारोप- कारणे यांचे रहाटगाडगे....
... पण नाटकाची खरी मजा पाहण्यात आहे , वाचण्यात नाही.
courtesy: FX
श्रीमती लांज नाटकाच्या शेवटा बद्दल सांगतात
"... Mary’s curtain speech is one the great moments in the theater for an actress. The simple truth that speaks to the quiet tragedy of her life.
“Then in the spring something happened to me. Yes, I remember. I fell in love with James Tyrone and was so happy for a time.”
The four actors onstage, absolutely still, all lost in Mary’s sad dream. You could hear a pin drop in the audience. It is a sublime moment to play. Unforgettable...."
हे ते कर्टन स्पीच :
MARY
Staring dreamily before her. Her face looks extraordinarily youthful and innocent. The shyly eager, trusting smile is on her lips as she talks aloud to herself.
I had a talk with Mother Elizabeth. She is so sweet and good. A saint on earth. I love her dearly. It may be sinful of me but I love her better than my own mother. Because she always understands, even before you say a word. Her kind blue eyes look right into your heart. You can’t keep any secrets from her. You couldn’t deceive her, even if you were mean enough to want to.
She gives a little rebellious toss of her head—with girlish pique.
All the same, I don’t think she was so understanding this time. I told her I wanted to be a nun. I explained how sure I was of my vocation, that I had prayed to the Blessed Virgin to make me sure, and to find me worthy. I told Mother I had had a true vision when I was praying in the shrine of Our Lady of Lourdes, on the little island in the lake. I said I knew, as surely as I knew I was kneeling there, that the Blessed Virgin had smiled and blessed me with her consent. But Mother Elizabeth told me I must be more sure than that, even, that I must prove it wasn’t simply my imagination. She said, if I was so sure, then I wouldn’t mind putting myself to a test by going home after I graduated, and living as other girls lived, going out to parties and dances and enjoying myself; and then if after a year or two I still felt sure, I could come back to see her and we would talk it over again.
She tosses her head—indignantly.
I never dreamed Holy Mother would give me such advice! I was really shocked. I said, of course, I would do anything she suggested, but I knew it was simply a waste of time. After I left her, I felt all mixed up, so I went to the shrine and prayed to the Blessed Virgin and found peace again because I knew she heard my prayer and would always love me and see no harm ever came to me so long as I never lost my faith in her.
She pauses and a look of growing uneasiness comes over her face. She passes a hand over her forehead as if brushing cobwebs from her brain— vaguely.
That was in the winter of senior year. Then in the spring something happened to me. Yes, I remember. I fell in love with James Tyrone and was so happy for a time.
She stares before her in a sad dream. Tyrone stirs in his chair. Edmund and Jamie remain motionless.
CURTAIN
Tao House
September 20, 1940
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हा आहे जीएंनी केलेला त्या स्पीचचा अनुवाद... चांगला आहे.
पण ते इंग्लिश आणि मराठी मला दोन्ही अगदी फ्लॅट वाटले आणि मराठीत या नाटकाचे किती उत्साहाने स्वागत होईल याबद्दल मी साशंक आहे.
अनेक उल्लेख ईसाई धर्माच्या प्रभावाखालील संस्कृतीतील आहेत (Mother,
sinful, Blessed Virgin, the shrine of Our Lady of Lourdes वगैरे). जीए कॉन्व्हेंट, नन चा उल्लेख करतात जो माझ्याकडील नाटकात नाहीच आहे. जी ए तर Blessed Virgin ला ब्लेस्ड व्हर्जिन च ठेवतात.
ते किती प्रभावीपणे मराठी/ भारतीय संस्कृतीत आणले जाऊ शकतात? १९६०-७० च्या दशकात मराठीत रूपांतरित ग्रीक नाटकांचे अनुभव काय आहेत?
आणखी एक: पुस्तकाचे शीर्षक "दिवस तुडवत रात्रीकडे" हेच योग्य आहे.... "दिवस तुडवत अंधाराकडे" मुळे उगाचच मनावर काळिमा पसरतो. आणि घरात तर वीज आहे ना?
