Welcome Home, Captain Fox! (eBook)
96 Seiten
Faber & Faber (Verlag)
9780571331420 (ISBN)
Anthony Weigh's plays include The Middle Man (Bush, 66 Books, October 2011); The Flooded Grave (Bush, 2009 and Latitude Festival, 2011); (I'm in) Brooklyn, (not Dagenham Parkway) (Arcola/Miniaturists 2010); Like a Fishbone (Bush, Sydney Theatre Company, 2010); 2000 Feet Away (Bush, Belvoir Theatre, Sydney, Steep Theatre, Chicago). Adaptations include The Silence of the Sea (Donmar/Trafalgar Studios, 2013) and Yerma (Hull Tuck/Gate, 2011).
It's the legendary hot summer of 1959 and while the Cold War rages and America tunes into I Love Lucy, Captain Jack Fox - believed missing in action in the fields of France fifteen years before - is about to be reunited with his family in the Hamptons. But is this really Jack Fox? And if it isn't, who is this man? And why are there twenty-two other families so intent on claiming him as their own?A sparkling comedy of identity, lost and found, based on Jean Anouilh's hit 1937 play, Le Voyageur sans bagage, Anthony Weigh's Welcome Home, Captain Fox! premiered at the Donmar Warehouse, London, in February 2016.
Anthony Weigh's plays include The Middle Man (Bush, 66 Books, October 2011); The Flooded Grave (Bush, 2009 and Latitude Festival, 2011); (I'm in) Brooklyn, (not Dagenham Parkway) (Arcola/Miniaturists 2010); Like a Fishbone (Bush, Sydney Theatre Company, 2010); 2000 Feet Away (Bush, Belvoir Theatre, Sydney, Steep Theatre, Chicago). Adaptations include The Silence of the Sea (Donmar/Trafalgar Studios, 2013) and Yerma (Hull Tuck/Gate, 2011).
The living room of a grand shingled estate house somewhere on the South Fork of Long Island. Rooms of this kind are never nearly as large as you’ve imagined them to be. These houses are merely holiday homes – albeit holiday homes for folks who take a lot of long holidays. In the distance Charles Trénet sings ‘Boum!’ on a record player. It echoes through the empty rooms like he’s singing with his head stuck in a cast iron bedpan.
Mrs Marcee Dupont-Dufort stands looking out of a large window to a terrace and, beyond that, to the swimming pool and, beyond that, to the lawn and, beyond that, to the dunes and, beyond that, to the sea which winks at us from time to time in the midday heat.
Mr De Wit Dupont-Dufort is curled up on himself in some corner or other. Hiding behind a golfing magazine, no doubt. Anyway, to begin with we don’t see him, as he really doesn’t want to be seen.
Marcee Dupont-Dufort What are you? You strange, strange thing. Just standing there. Gazing into the swimming pool, like a – like a – What? Like some kinda animal. Like some kinda wild animal or something. A deer or a gazelle or – an elk! That’s it! An elk! By a pond. Gazing at its reflection. Waiting. Listening. Ready to make a run for it. (Darkening.) You better not. You hear me? You better not make a goddamned – (Getting an idea! Suddenly brightening.) You know what it’s like? You’re like? An alien. An alien being. Sent here in the nick of time just before his home planet gets vaporised by nukes or something. Sent here as a baby in a teeny tiny spaceship. Whizzing past what’sits – galaxies or something, and landing smack bang in the middle of – I don’t know. Ohio or something. One of those Ohioy kinda states. The flat ones, anyway. In the middle. And he gets discovered by a nice homey couple. Farmers. And they take him home. Adopt him kinda. And then one day. Years later. He comes to them. The farmy couple. The little adoptive farmy couple from Ohio. And he says. He says: ‘Mom? Pop?’ And they say: ‘What, son?’ And he says: ‘I gotta go find out who I really am.’ And she – the mom. She cries. And the father asks him if he’s sure. And he says he’s sure. And they shake hands nice and firm. And the son. The alien son heads off into the –
De Wit Dupont-Dufort It’s Superman.
Marcee Dupont-Dufort I’m saying something.
De Wit Dupont-Dufort Yeah, it’s Superman.
Marcee Dupont-Dufort I’m telling you something.
De Wit Dupont-Dufort Yeah, you’re telling me Superman.
Marcee Dupont-Dufort What if I am?
De Wit Dupont-Dufort Superman’s a comic.
Marcee Dupont-Dufort Like Superman is what I’m saying.
De Wit Dupont-Dufort He doesn’t look like Superman.
Marcee Dupont-Dufort I’m talking in what’sits.
De Wit Dupont-Dufort Nonsense?
Marcee Dupont-Dufort Metaphors.
De Wit Dupont-Dufort He lives in a nut-house.
Marcee Dupont-Dufort For now.
De Wit Dupont-Dufort Superman doesn’t live in a nut-house.
Marcee Dupont-Dufort You heard of metaphors?
De Wit Dupont-Dufort If you’re going to go using metaphors, Marcee, you might as well get it right.
Marcee Dupont-Dufort An alien is what I’m saying.
De Wit Dupont-Dufort You been watching too much TV.
Marcee Dupont-Dufort I’m kidding around.
De Wit Dupont-Dufort (referring to her mental state) Your roof is leaking.
Marcee Dupont-Dufort Ever heard of that, De Wit? Kidding around?
De Wit Dupont-Dufort I can kid around. I can kid around plenty. I can kid around plenty when I don’t have to get up at the break o’ dawn and drive out to Picatinny, New Jersey, to pick up some cracked-up chump from a US Navy nut-house and ferry him a hundred and fifty miles in the opposite direction to the end of Long Island so we can find out if these Hampton types are the crack-ups family or not, in a hundred degrees!
Marcee Dupont-Dufort Keep your voice down.
De Wit has taken out a cigar.
And don’t smoke those in here.
De Wit Dupont-Dufort Why not?
Marcee Dupont-Dufort It’s not that kinda place.
De Wit Dupont-Dufort How do you know?
Marcee Dupont-Dufort I can just tell.
De Wit Dupont-Dufort Really?
Marcee Dupont-Dufort Yeah. ‘Really’.
De Wit Dupont-Dufort Cos it looks kinda shabby to me.
Marcee Dupont-Dufort Some people have so much class they don’t have to try.
De Wit Dupont-Dufort Then these people must have a ton o’ class.
Marcee Dupont-Dufort What am I talking class to you for?
De Wit Dupont-Dufort I’m missing my Rotary meeting to be talked at like this?
Marcee Dupont-Dufort Rotary will still be there when we get back.
De Wit Dupont-Dufort Not by the time we drive that crack-up back out to Picatinny, New Jersey, and get back into the city and –
Marcee Dupont-Dufort For a start, he won’t be going back to Picatinny, New Jersey. He’s going to be staying right here, if he knows what’s good for him. And secondly, there’s always Rotary next week. Rotary meets every week, De Wit. Every week on a Thursday night. Every week on a Thursday night in that tacky restaurant downstairs at the Roses Club.
De Wit Dupont-Dufort I thought you liked the Roses Club.
Marcee Dupont-Dufort The Roses Club is OK as far as alligator clubs go, but it isn’t the Harvard Club and it sure isn’t the Waldorf.
De Wit Dupont-Dufort You’ve just gotta thing against Linda Glass.
Marcee Dupont-Dufort I do not have a thing against Linda Glass.
De Wit Dupont-Dufort You do so have a thing against Linda Glass. Ever since she handed you her coat that night in the lobby of the Roses Club.
Marcee Dupont-Dufort She was making a point.
De Wit Dupont-Dufort It was an honest mistake.
Marcee Dupont-Dufort She was making a point.
De Wit Dupont-Dufort She thought you were the coat check girl.
Marcee Dupont-Dufort She was making a goddamned point!
De Wit Dupont-Dufort And the point was you looked like the goddamned coat check girl! You were in that hat!
Marcee Dupont-Dufort ‘That hat’ cost me fifteen dollars.
De Wit Dupont-Dufort ‘That hat’ cost me fifteen dollars.
Marcee Dupont-Dufort Everyone’s wearing hats like that this year.
De Wit Dupont-Dufort Everyone who works as a coat check girl.
Marcee Dupont-Dufort If Linda Glass had half a brain she’d know that everyone’s wearing hats like that this year.
De Wit Dupont-Dufort If you’re a coat check girl.
Marcee Dupont-Dufort Linda Glass was making a point is what she was doing. Linda Glass was making a point about us coming from Miami Beach and you having to make your money and not get it handed to you on a silver what’sit, and how we don’t spend summers out here in Amagansett or wherever but schlep to that awful run-down holiday club in the Catskills …
| De Wit Dupont-Dufort I thought you liked the Catskills! It’s gotta lake! You like the Bergsteins – Glovchicks? She sat... |
| Erscheint lt. Verlag | 24.3.2016 |
|---|---|
| Verlagsort | London |
| Sprache | englisch |
| Themenwelt | Literatur ► Lyrik / Dramatik ► Dramatik / Theater |
| Kunst / Musik / Theater ► Theater / Ballett | |
| Geisteswissenschaften ► Sprach- / Literaturwissenschaft ► Literaturwissenschaft | |
| ISBN-13 | 9780571331420 / 9780571331420 |
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