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STRANGE BARE FACTS A war trilogy Katherine VanDam Mulley Submitted in partial fulfillment of the requirements for the degree of Master of Fine Arts in the Theatre Arts Program of the School of the Arts COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY May 1, 2016 Grey Lady Cast Cady Hood or, Achilles Grey Sgt. Ralph Lewis Chaplain/Doctor/Hayward Chorus of women (more than 4, less than 10, racially diverse and capable of playing many different characters: soldiers, widows, prostitutes, slaves, Regimental officers, etc.) Setting Nantucket, Washington, Virginia, Pennsylvania, Boston. 1862-63 Act One i. Brant Point Beach, Nantucket. Wind howls, sea sprays. It’s November 1862. A gray mist covers the stage. A woman, Cady, stands looking out at the sea, she is attractive, but not particularly feminine-looking. She holds her right hand above her eyes, as if it shields her from the mist. The sound of a steamer coming into port. As if she’s seen something, Cady falls to the ground. She looks up and sees a boat with a white flag half-mast. She picks herself up, steps forward. A letter falls from the sky with a light thud. She looks at it. She does not pick it up. A man enters, wearing the outfit of a Union chaplain. CHAPLAIN Dear Mrs. Hood, I regret to inform you that your husband Ezra James Hood perished as a result of wounds that he sustained on the battlefield in Maryland. His last words were of God and salvation. He fought with honor. He died well. I enclose the bullet that dealt the fatal blow. My deepest apologies, Arnold Rickenbocker, Chaplain The chaplain exits. Cady looks at the letter. She picks it up and opens it. She turns over the envelope and the bullet falls out. She does not read the letter. She picks up the bullet. She holds it close to her. She screams. A group of women in Civil War-era mourning clothes (big skirts, all black) enter. CHORUS Thou art in the self-same plight as I; thy lamentations for thyself remind me of my own sad case.1 Cady looks at them. She scoffs. They reach out to her. She turns away from them. 1 Euripides, Trojan Women 1 They take prayer books out of their sleeves. They read. CHORUS The soldier should endeavor to be a Christian in the armies of his country, as well as in the peaceful avocations of life. He should be obedient to his commanders, firm and courageous in battle, upright in his conduct, faithful to every duty, ambitious to excel, avoiding intemperance, profaneness and vice, and everything injurious to his health and morals, resigned under misfortune, patient under suffering, and willing to die for his country.2 The women open their prayer books, turn away from the audience and kneel. The image of the women kneeling with their prayer books open resembles a cemetery. They pray to themselves quietly. Their lips are moving, and we can faintly hear their breath—but we cannot hear what they are saying. Cady turns to the audience. CADY I did not know that love was what it is until it was no longer there. I did not know anything. I chose Ezra from a small pool. From a small pool on a small island. And love in a small pool on a small island has advantages. Small pool love is quiet. It is neat. It is even. It is temperate. It is what it is. What I do not want is this. 2 Soldier’s prayer 2 She gestures to the chorus of women. CADY I do not want to wear black for three years. She begins to undress. CADY I do not want to live on an island of melancholy. With the backward glances, with the apologies, the whisperings and the pity. She steps out of her dress. She wears woolen long underwear. CADY I want newness and excitement and something else. She puts the bullet in a small pocket in her long underwear. A foghorn sounds. Lights shift. ii. The sound of a match striking. In the darkness we see a man lighting a piece of paper on fire. He holds the paper until it burns his fingers and he drops it to the ground. Lights up. Cady, in men’s clothing, stands in front of an old doctor. He takes a wooden stethoscope out of his pocket. He checks her heart. DOCTOR Breathe. She takes a shallow breath. DOCTOR Deeper. She takes a deeper breath. DOCTOR Good. The doctor looks at a sheet of paper. DOCTOR Achilles. You are fit for service. 3 CADY Thank you, sir. A moment passes. DOCTOR Funny. CADY What, sir? DOCTOR Achilles. CADY Yes. DOCTOR Like the warrior. CADY Yes, sir. DOCTOR Well, may God bless you. CADY Thank you, sir. The doctor looks at Cady carefully. DOCTOR Don’t worry about the whiskers. CADY Sir? DOCTOR War will give you whiskers. Sure enough. Next time you’re in Boston? You’ll have a full beard. CADY May God grant it. DOCTOR Indeed. Indeed. The doctor looks at Cady again. 4 DOCTOR That’s all, soldier. CADY Aye. Good day. Cady exits the doctor’s office. Her posture changes. She exhales loudly. CADY To be a man one must be noble. Brave in the face of cowardice. Certain in the face of uncertainty. Loyal. Considerate. Not womanly. Not kind. Not meek. Not small. I arrived in Boston the day before Thanksgiving. I told Mrs. Macy that I was visiting my father’s cousin in Dorchester for the holiday. She’s been kind to me, Mrs. Macy, but only because she feels sorry for me. Her son George has been at war since the beginning and she’s sorry for my loss, but glad for herself. She gave me a basket with cornbread and canned beans for the journey. I shared them with the others on the steamer because I didn’t want to bring them with me to the recruitment office. I brought a change of Ezra’s clothes with me and little else. His clothes still smell like him. First I put them on so that I could feel safe again. So that I could feel his scent around me. Eight months since his last furlough and they still smell like him. What kind of magic is that? I looked in the glass and I saw a man. I saw a man who wouldn’t have to wear mourning clothes. Who wouldn’t have to stay on Nantucket sewing and shivering and crying. I saw a man who could travel to the battlefields. Who could make himself useful. Who could continue the battle that Ezra lost. Cady picks up the pile of her clothes on the floor. I chose the name Achilles because Ezra would have liked it. But also because I like it. Instead of Mrs. Cady Hood, I am Achilles Cady Grey, Private in the 20th Massachusetts. I will travel to Camp Cameron the day after tomorrow, where I will learn to be a soldier. After that I will probably die for my country. What else would I do? Live? Living seems much harder than dying, now. The Battle Hymn of the Republic begins to play. Cady salutes, dropping the dress on the floor. A battalion comes onstage and collects her. The stage is empty, except for the dress. Lights change. 5 iii. Camp Cameron, Cambridge. Cady sits with Ralph, another soldier, he is tall and blond and kind of hot in a waspy/Scotch-Irish way. Ralph’s eyes are closed. Cady eats an apple. Ralph opens his eyes and looks at her. She chews slowly, looking back at him. CADY Do you want some of my apple? RALPH No thank you. CADY Is it too loud? RALPH It’s an apple. It’s bound to be loud. CADY It is. RALPH You just enlist? CADY Two weeks ago. RALPH After the news from Antietam? CADY Yes. RALPH Bloodiest day— CADY --I lost my… brother. RALPH Vengeance. CADY Something like it. RALPH You ever been to the South before? CADY Never been outside Massachusetts before. 6 RALPH Large country to spend your whole life in one state. CADY One island. RALPH An island? CADY Born and raised on Nantucket. RALPH You a whaler? CADY No. RALPH I thought all Nantucket men were whalers. CADY Not anymore. RALPH What do you do now? CADY Farm. Fish. The women make baskets. RALPH Whaling sounds more fun. CADY My father was a whaler. RALPH Nantucket. There’re a couple of other young men from Nantucket in the Regiment. You must know some of them. CADY I suppose I must. Not a very large place. RALPH No. CADY What about you? 7 RALPH What about me? CADY Where are you from? RALPH Brookline. CADY You have a family back there? RALPH My wife, Edith. CADY No children? RALPH Not yet. Ralph looks at Cady. RALPH You look too young to be married. CADY Yes. RALPH Maybe after the war. You’ll return a hero. CADY Yes. RALPH Women flock to heroes. Like pigs to slop. CADY Slop? RALPH Are there pigs on Nantucket? CADY Yes. RALPH Then you know. 8 CADY I don’t suppose I understand. RALPH Youth and inexperience. You’ll learn. Cady takes another bite of her apple. Chews thoughtfully. CADY How did you woo your wife? RALPH Quite admirably. She was the most beautiful woman in Boston. She had many suitors. Somehow I managed to fight them all off. I made her believe that I was the only man who truly loved her.