Playing at Theatre In The Round is Legacy of Light by Karen Zacarias. This is a production that explores disparate questions of gender role crossing; the realities of being a pregnant woman and having a child in the era of Voltaire; the connections between generations that are deeply separated by time; sexual freedoms then, the costs now; how the stretch for roles that are non-traditional can damage one’s sense of capability in traditional roles; and even something as trivial as the difference between stuffy old American accents, and, I presume, the translated French dialog from Voltaire’s era.
For all those themes, maybe that last one struck me most forcefully. Sometimes, it’s the visceral which catches one’s attention, isn’t it?
And how do they do? I was fascinated by the portrayal of Voltaire, famous polymath, and mathematician and scientist Mme Émilie du Châtelet, who was romantically involved with Voltaire. From their spoken dialog, to the revelation that Mme Émilie du Châtelet was a historical personage, and a scientist, made them all the more fascinating.
But not far behind are the modern American couple of a schoolteacher, Peter, and his wife Olivia, an astrophysicist, who happen to be infertile. They are looking for a surrogate mother to carry a child for them, and find her in twenty year old Millie, who recently lost her mother and is trying to pay off various debts owed by herself and her brother, Lewis.
Less inspirational, mostly due to the doctrinaire positions given them by the playwright, and not the capabilities of the actors, are the young lover of Mme Émilie du Châtelet, Saint-Lambert, who is distracted from his impregnation of Châtelet by the honors recently bestowed upon him by the King, and Millie’s brother Lewis, who is positively grating in his interpretation of what passes for informal traditional American morality; surrogacy basically breaks his brain.
Is it perfect? No. But, then, neither is life. In some ways, this is a lesson in living with the limitations of our fellows, whether they’re lovers, family, friends, or biology. And ourselves, even with death in the wings.
It’s worth the price of a ticket or two.