The Bare-Footed Leper: An
Interview with Romanian writer Vlad Zografi
I expect many have asked you why you abandoned
physics to become a writer though history shows physicists are such inventive
and successful writers. How does your experience as a scientist influence you
as a writer?
I was born in a non-free country dominated by an ideology
in which nobody believed. There was almost no hope for change. In think that in
a normal country I would have studied philosophy: studying philosophy in Romania in the 1980s
was something quite different from studying philosophy in Göttingen, Heidelberg, Cambridge,
Oxford, or Harvard. At that time, in my country philosophy was a one-hundred percent
ideology. I needed not to get involved in the “system”, I wanted to be more or
less “clean”. On the other hand, I was a good mathematician though awfully poor
equipped for science. I heard about quantum mechanics and I needed to
understand the limits of our knowledge. It was a sort of philosophical problem
I was facing so perhaps I decided to study physics for a challenge. But, after all,
these are details: I just wanted to write, even philosophy was nothing but an
intellectual game. When I was sixteen, I started to read Dostoevsky, then other
Russian writers. And I knew not that I wanted to be a writer but that I already
was a writer even without writing. Strangely enough, but it’s true. And then I
started to write short stories. They were the traces of my experiences and my
thoughts, something like the traces a snail leaves behind - an organic path. So
I didn’t actually abandon physics to become a writer – I have always been a
writer.
Now it is quite difficult to say to what
extent my scientific experience influenced me. After all you must earn a living
for which you may be a taxi driver, a professor, a burglar, or a beggar. I
happened to be a physicist for some years. I don’t think that being a writer is
a profession – it’s just a sort of paradoxical human behavior vis-a-vis a sheet
of paper or a computer screen. Anyway, at each moment in your life you are
supposed to be the product of all your past experiences – so there must be a
scientific influence. But I cannot decouple it from all the other influences. I
am much more interested in human nature than in a nature’s nature. I don’t like
science fiction. So, if there is a scientific influence, it must be extremely
subtle, so subtle that I cannot put my finger on it.
With all my respect to theatre and its
system-resistant role during the Soviet era, why have you chosen to
write plays when theatre is becoming more entertaining and less metaphorical or
philosophical? What does playwriting give you that other genres don’t?
The system-resistant role of theatre you are speaking about
has nothing to do with my idea of writing for theatre. I don’t think I am
writing a metaphorical or philosophical theatre. My writing is inspired by something
very concrete – that is, my obsessions. I am writing for theatre because I live
in a very theatrical way. I myself am the theatre I am writing for. It is my
view. And it is vivid. Everything I see is a tragic farce. I feel it intensely.
You might say that theatre is a sort of experimental literature: it is supposed
to be performed so it has an objective dimension. Theatre is a counterpoint
construction, like music. Unfortunately, I don’t play music so the only thing I
can do is to play theatre. I like contrasts: they have something to do with the
genetic code of our world. Everything is paradoxical, and I think that theatre
can express all those paradoxes better than other literary genres. On the other
hand, I know that writing theatre means that you depend on a lot of things
concerning a stage performance. If you are not an author of what you call
“entertaining theatre”, it’s very difficult. Bad luck! But what can I do? I cannot
falsify my nature. My nature dictates me to write plays. Once again: bad luck!
Your plays are often likened to those of Samuel
Beckett. How would you yourself define your literary influences and
inspirations?
You cannot write if you don’t read first, and some authors influence
you more than others. Beckett is an extremely important writer, and, indeed, he
influenced me. Now, maybe it’s not Beckett himself but his world that is a wider source. I know that in America
Beckett is better known than other writers. They belong to a European tradition
of thinking that is sceptical about the world, as it is ordinarily perceived.
This tradition has avoided the influence of what we call psychological realism.
Simply because psychological realism is a naive lie, it represents the world in
a schematic way. Human nature is much wider. Beckett realized this as did other
writers, such as Kafka, Jarry, Bulgakov, Platonov, Harms, Ionesco, Witkiewicz,
Gombrowicz, Borges, Casares, Marquez. But Shakespeare did it as well. And
Cervantes. And Rabelais. And the ancient Greeks. And some Romanian writers
completely unknown in America. I think I belong to this vast family.
But “influence” is a tricky word. You
are influenced in a sense that some worlds are widely open to you. Nevertheless,
you follow your own way – what a splendid cliché! I think what I have in common
with Beckett is a certain perspective, but I’m afraid it is a genetic fact.
Which theatre director would you trust most to
stage your plays? And do you keep an eye on those theatre projects that have
already put your plays on stage?
I don’t want to speak about theatre directors. Let me
explain why. When I write a play, I have in my mind a stage, characters, movement,
lights, colors, sounds. Yes, I believe I have some imagination,
which is my only advantage. But maybe “imagination” is the wrong word for I
have the ability to visualize and experience everything. I perform the play in
my mind. And I write down the words my characters are pronouncing. I obey. It’s
simple. Of course, the starting point is my obsessions but the characters in my
mind possess certain independence – they are quite convincing to me. And the
geometry of the situations is not a common one. So I must say that the first
performance takes place in my head. I admit this statement may be judged as
autistic. It doesn’t bother me. The problem is that the performance in my head
is very vivid.
Now, when you see on the stage the play
you wrote, you should not compare it to your internal performance. I made this mistake when I first saw a play of
mine on the stage. Frankly speaking, the theatre director had some very good
ideas, better than mine. I was influenced by them as I am more or less
influenced by all the performances I see. But we have a problem here: the play as
a literary work belongs to the writer, while the performance belongs entirely
to the theatre director. Of course, they interfere but it is better not to
speak too much with the director. She or he must feel entirely free. Otherwise,
you risk making it a destructive interference. If you leave the theatre
director free, you might have a chance to discover interesting things.
I admit I would like to create
performances in a certain way but there are a lot of technical difficulties. In
the best of all worlds, I would have a theatre of my own in order to act in the
plays written by others, or maybe even in my own plays. I have some ideas – not
very commercial ones, I’m afraid. Sometimes I “see” performances. Anyway, I do not
live in the best of all worlds.
What target audience did you think about at the
time of writing Kiss Me: Confessions of a
Bare-footed Leper? How did you conceive the image of a leper in the first
place?
My target audience is always mankind. I write about
extremely general things, such as the fact that human existence surprises us,
the fact that we hope, the fact that we die, the fact that we love, the fact
that we are condemned to torture and to be tortured. It’s very simple. The
audience is not supposed to know quantum mechanics or sophisticated
sociological theories. I wrote Kiss Me
because I felt I was a bare-footed leper myself, and indeed everybody is a
bare-footed leper. A disease is penetrating your life, but your life itself is
a disease. I wanted this play to involve the audience: the main idea is to get
the feeling that somebody penetrates your intimacy. I admit it is difficult to create
a strong impression. You must get the feeling you are touched by a leper. You
must not identify yourself with him, but join him, be melted in the same
nature, in the same human reality. Because life is like this.
The English translation of this
monologue was fortunate to have been handled by Ileana Orlich, a professor of
literature at Arizona State University, and she belongs to both Romanian and
American cultures. She is best placed for this kind of translation. It feels
like the monologue was originally written in English. The same holds true for
the other two plays she translated and which were published in the book Kiss Me: Peter and Oedipus at Delphi.
I owe her a lot.
With its existential take, your play Kiss Me delivers a critique of
conformism. The Communist regime nurtured conformism in particular ways and
with an almost religious zeal – a large part of Communist societies adapted
very well, and yet the other part went dissident. How has this mentality
transformed in the post-Communist Romanian society? Did dissident culture reach
its goal, thus losing its significance, or does it still have any mission to
pursue?
Romania is a country where people are not used to strongly
believe in ideas. I once met a French
philosopher who was speaking about general features of the Communist regime in
Eastern Europe. When he was asked if there was any particular feature of Romanian
Communism, he answered something like this: “Yes, in Romania nobody really
believed in Communism.” This was not the case in other countries. There is a
certain Romanian scepticism – and there are good aspects and bad aspects of
this reality. In a way, I feel very lucky being Romanian: no preconceptions, having
immunity to all ideologies, a detached perspective, a good humour, a very
critical eye, sometimes maybe a cynical one. This partly explains why the
literary avant-garde has some of its important roots in Romania. On the other
hand, we have problems with our civil attitudes. During the Communist regime,
generally, Romanians were versatile, but we haven’t got many dissidents. This
lack of a civil spirit influenced a lot the post-Communist society but it would
be too far-fetched to speak about a “dissident culture”. We have the culture of
surviving but without long-term oriented ideas. And that’s our main difficulty.
The shoes image is such an appropriate metaphor:
the leper attempts to put the audience into his own shoes through his
reminiscences and then at the end of the play he invites us to swap the roles.
This puts the audience into a borderline situation: one either identifies with a leper or remains
a spectator alone. Why do you explore and exploit borderline experiences in
your works?
Now the problem with the shoes is quite simple. I myself
have big and difficult feet. I think I have an extra bone. It’s a problem to
find good shoes. When a pair of shoes is destroyed, I experience a tragedy – I
must buy other shoes, which might take days or weeks. And it is very important
to have shoes, otherwise you can’t walk. And it is very important to walk,
otherwise you can’t buy bread and wine and you don’t meet people. And it seems
to me quite important to eat, drink and meet people. For me, the shoes image is
not a metaphor, it is utterly concrete, it’s an everyday life problem.
Generally, I don’t use metaphors, everything is concrete.
Yes, it is a borderline situation. The
audience should be pushed towards more than identifying with the leper – rather
towards sharing his condition. I create this kind of situation in other plays
too. I think we live in societies that
grow ever more autistic. The computer is an autistic way of living. And theatre
might be the best solution to avoid this autism. But one should do it in a very
subtle and intelligent way – you don’t need to throw tomatoes or eggs. The idea
is that the audience should participate in something very important, something
that has to do with its survival.
What did it mean to you as a citizen and a
writer when the Communist monopoly collapsed in Romania?
It was an extraordinary chance. I didn’t believe it would
happen during my lifetime. I think that all of us have an inherent feeling of
freedom, something that is deep inside us. I remember each morning I woke up I
experienced a sort of perplexity: I was leaving a normal world and then I was
supposed to enter a distorted one – a world governed by lies. In 1989 I kept writing
short stories though there was no chance to be published. You may write for
yourself and for a couple of friends, but sometimes you need to express
yourself on a wider scale to really express yourself. You need to say the truth
– your truth – loudly. It is an experience completely unknown to people who live
in normal countries. On the other hand, by a sort of miracle, I think I’ve
always had an undistorted perspective. I had no problems adapting to a free
society – I was at home then. And, of course, I could publish.
What ghosts of the not so distant past haunt Romanian
society today? What do your own words “the gift of a new disease” identify in
it? How could the society as it is now get any healthier?
Apparently, there are no ghosts. People are not interested
in our recent past; they just want a better life, something that is not
obvious. Many of them, among them many intellectuals, left the country. As a
writer, I cannot see it as a choice. In which language should I write? My
English is quite poor, so is my French, and my German is even worse. I
definitely belong to the Romanian language - so I’ll stay here in Romania till
the end. But many of my friends left the country, which is very sad. The
economic situation is quite bad and now the political situation suddenly became
incredibly bad. At the beginning of this summer, there was a sort of coup d’état organized by the “ghosts” you
were speaking about. The almost democratic society was not able to create good
economic conditions, but we should not forget the economic crisis that haunted
the entire world. Now, the political forces with deep roots in the Communist
regime and with nationalistic speeches go in a direction that might be
extremely dangerous. We risk being expelled from the civilized world.
Nevertheless, we belong to the European Union and to the NATO so this is where the
opportunity for our “health” is. We find ourselves in a critical moment. So,
you see, the past is still present. Unfortunately.
What challenges you as a writer?
I am not a challenger – I am just a snail. The things I write
are my organic trace, as I told you. Writing is a form of existence. But
existence challenges you to face the impenetrable mystery of a daily tragic
farce. I would like to understand things that cannot be understood. I am not
pragmatic. All realistic goals seem to me lousy and ineffective. I want to
survive my paradoxes. And I want to express them. I want to have time to
express them. I want time. I need time because I want to learn how to die. I
want to learn how to die without dying. But maybe it’s better to die at a
certain moment. I’m not sure.
It’s probably cheeky to ask an author to be
selective about his own works... But which one of your plays would you choose
to save if you were told to destroy all but one?
Before publishing for theatre, I destroyed about a dozen plays
and a huge novel of 500 pages. So I’m quite good at destroying. The first plays
I published were successful: Peter
was performed at the best Romanian theatre in 1997, and the theatre gave
several performances in Europe. Kiss Me
also belongs to that period. Then between 1998 and 2005 I ceased to write. But
in the autumn of 2005 I started once again writing – and this is my second
period. It sounds very funny to speak about myself in these terms as if I were
a literary critic! I am now in my second period, and I haven’t got enough time
to write for I work as an editor – that’s my main problem. Looking back, I find
the first period plays too explicit. On the other hand, my second period plays
had no success. The inherent irony of life!
I had a great opportunity: two years ago
I received a stipend in Switzerland. I lived in a small town called Zug, near a
beautiful lake (also called Zug) and a beautiful mountain (also called Zug), in
the Canton of Zug, of course. It was paradise. In six months I wrote four plays
that I consider the best thing I ever did. Last year I published them in a book
called All Your Minds (the title of
one of the plays). These plays might be difficult to perform, I admit. They
have a very powerful fantastic dimension: in Zug I used to speak with birds,
cats, and sometimes with fishes (but I’m not sure about the fishes, maybe I
overestimate my abilities). One of these plays is The Planet Mars. It is about a man who successfully escapes the
irreversibility of time: he explores a tree of erotic possibilities with a lot
of women. No consequences. He is out of time. But the problem is that our
consciousness, our being is the fruit of irreversibility. We are all the
children of death. So the man I was talking about becomes “nothing” in a
certain way: he becomes a baby. This is the play I would choose to save but I
think I would choose to save the whole book All
Your Minds because the four plays are connected.
So what’s coming next?
While leaving Zug at the end of January
2011, I had another play in mind but I don’t want to speak about it because I
never had time to write it. I need two completely free months. Meantime I wrote
an essay. I never thought of writing an essay, I just had some ideas about
theatre and literature. It happened that I wrote a letter to Oliver Sacks, the
well-known American author (I am his editor in Romania), because I contemplated
a lot about his books and I had some ideas concerning them. I was very surprised
to receive a letter from Oliver Sacks – and it was a warm one. He said I should
write an essay. So, finally, I did it. I was very lucky: I finished the book
two weeks before the coup d’état,
otherwise it could have been lost forever under the dramatic conditions we’ve
had here in Romania for the last two months. Now I must find a title to publish
the book in autumn or winter. This essay is supposed to be something like “How
do I see the world” from a theatrical and literary perspective.
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