The Screwtape Letters
C.S. Lewis’ book The
Screwtape Letters was first published in serial form, and was published as
a book in 1942. It’s a brief, apologetic novel exploring Christianity. It takes
the form of 31 letters written from an administrative demon, Screwtape, to his
nephew, a minor demon, Wormwood. Screwtape is guiding Wormwood in the
corruption of a human soul, a man known simply as “The Patient”. It’s heavily
ironic satire, taking the perspective of evil in exploring the nature of the
Christian life and salvation.
Max Mclean and Jeffrey Fiske have adapted Screwtape for the stage, and the
production is presented by Fellowship for Performing Arts. This intellectual
source material could make for a ponderous stage production, but the show, C.S. Lewis’ The Screwtape Letters, is
terrific – animated and engaging. In place of dramatic tension it serves up a
thick irony.
In order to externalize the material, Mr. McLean and
Mr. Fiske have Screwtape dictate his letters to his secretary. There are two
performers: Mr. McLean himself playing Screwtape, who has all the lines, and Karen
Eleanor Wight as his secretary, who vocalizes but never speaks.
Mr. McLean gives a brilliant performance as “His
Abysmal Sublimity” Screwtape. In lesser hands the role would be deadly, but Mr.
McLean, who also directs the show, keeps us absorbed throughout the show’s 90
minutes and 15 scenes. He’s always commenting on the character, never letting
us forget that Screwtape is a personification of evil. He speaks every line
with a specific, delicious relish. His imitation of the simpering of a damned
soul transforms into a sadistic laugh. He’s a lexicon of animated facial and
vocal gestures. “We want catt-le who
can finally become foo-oo-oo-ood,” he
says, speaking of us humans.
The character is complex, and he progresses through
a series of emotions as he reveals himself to us. He’s delirious with joy when
war starts. He’s terrified when his nephew reports him to hell’s Secret Police.
Best of all, he goes into a frenzied panic when it’s clear that Wormwood is
going to lose the soul of The Patient to God, ripping off his smoking jacket
and throwing it on the floor.
As Screwtape’s secretary, Ms. Wight is gives a
marvelous performance without delivering any lines. She chuckles or screeches
as the occasion demands, occasionally gnawing on a bone, and her
physicalizations are masterful.
Cameron Anderson’s simple set, with its
skulls-and-bones back wall, and Jesse Klug’s spooky lighting are exquisitely
hellish. Michael Bevin’s very nice costume designs give Screwtape a military
jacket as well as that red smoking jacket, and gives his secretary a body of
scales.
Lewis’ religious point is not lost in this
adaptation. He’s warning us against complacency in Christianity. “The safest
road to hell is the gradual one,” Screwtape tells Wormwood. One of the
tempters’ best weapons is “contented worldliness.”
C.S.
Lewis’ The Screwtape Letters is quite an accomplishment,
intellectually and emotionally absorbing. Congratulations to Fellowship for Performing
Arts on this great show! The company produces theater from a Christian
worldview, and it’s good to see this muscular work.
Steve Capra
November 2016
November 2016