This has become a tradition of sorts... my mother and I visiting the Galle Fort annually on a day trip during the Galle Literary festival. I choose the day and the key session that we will be visiting and perhaps, another fringe event and we are off at 6a.m. on the Colombo-Galle bus. Until our particular session time, we enjoy walking around the Galle Fort though the amount and distance we walk and explore has been on a decline in par with my mother's health.
This time I worried whether my mother would be physically fit to go on a full day's trip which included more than six hours on a bus trip (both ways inclusive) and sitting in hour-long sessions, her resolute nature was keen to continue this mother-daughter ritual and that she could make it through. So, we headed off yesterday - my mother in her neck collar that she has been wearing over the past year due to her ear imbalance issue as well as some neck/spine issues.
We reached Galle Fort a little before 10a.m. and as we had missed the bulk of the first session - a Galle literary festival panel with Dr. Izzeldin Abulaish, Dr. Pakiasothy Saravanamuttu, Dr. Stewart Motha, Ingo Shulze on 'Forgiveness, Peace and Responsibility in Literature', we skipped it and walked across the street we had been dropped at - Church Street and visited the 19th century Anglican church built by the English before visiting Pedlar's Inn for some coffee. We then visited the 18th century Dutch Reformed Church (the oldest Dutch built church in the country) but dropped the idea of walking along the ramparts as we usually did as it was very sunny and returned to the main venue area around Halle De Galle where the garden chairs and the stalls had been set up. It was nice sitting under the shade of the trees and simply resting. Cargills Magic ice-cream had set up tables with 'make a mark' activity where they had placed ice-cream sticks and paints for anyone to paint their book-mark and take it with them. As the next session we were interested in was at 12.30pm. followed by our main session at 2.30p.m., we decided to have a quick lunch of sandwiches at the Heritage cafe (formerly, the Old Bakery).
Tropical Amsterdam was screened at Halle De Galle. Shyam Selvadurai, the curator of the Litfest presented the documentary. Stephen Labrooy, one of the key people interviewed in the documentary, responded to questions at the end of the screening. Tropical Amsterdam is a well filmed documentary from the perspective of some of the well-known elderly Burghers in Sri Lanka. The director's view that the future of the Burghers in Sri Lanka is bleak and that soon they will have no separate identity is mirrored through the witty takes of the interviewees on the colonial period, the traditions and customs of the Burghers, the mass-scale emigration in the 50s - 80s period, the feeling of discrimination(as Stephen Labrooy says about his buying property within the Galle fort, "I have had to prove over and over again that I am Sri Lankan despite the fact that I speak Sinhala. I finally had to go over to the authorities and say, 'Look, my ancestors built this fort 300 years ago. I have a right to purchase land here'", and the resignation that soon there will be no "Burgher" identity left in Sri Lanka. One of the interviewees in the documentary, a tea planter sums up why he chose not to emigrate when all their relatives have emigrated to Australia "It is better to reign in hell than rot in heaven". Overall, a very interesting, well-filmed documentary. It would have been great to include the younger generations' views as well because the documentary has a very resigned view - an air of having given up and it would have been good to see whether the younger generations feel that way as well.
During the short break in between the film screening and the session that we went all the way to Galle for, we decided to have a cup of Dilmah tea. Dilmah had set up a nice tea stall and the staff were making lovely, hot cups of Dilmah tea which was great to have at that time listening to some vibrant music being played in the garden. I later found that the musician was Dr. Eugene Draw, a Canadian electric violinist here in Sri Lanka for a performance at the Park Street Mews.
At 2.30p.m, the main session 'In conversation with Tom Stoppard on his life and art' started again with a brief introduction by Shyam Selvadurai who introduced both Stoppard and the moderator, Tracy Holsinger. Two plays that I fell in love with during my contemporary drama classes at university were Michael Frayn's Copenhagen and Tom Stoppard's Arcadia. For me, when a drama script engages me, I simply have to direct the drama and bring what I visualize in the words to life. I managed to direct Copenhagen but not Arcadia as I did not have enough cast members. What I admire most about Tom Stoppard's works are his witty play of words and how easily he manages to slip into the lives of the famous real-life characters he often brings into his plays and explores their views, by making the key protagonist a fictional character like Thomasina Coverly (supposedly based on Ada Lovelace) in Arcadia or an overlooked real life character like Henry Carr in Travesties. This is his unique style. While some plays may resemble other famous plays at a distance, like 'Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead' and 'Waiting for Godot', 'Travesties' and 'Copenhagen', their content is so vastly different and has Stoppard's trademark wittiness and story flow.
Here, at the Galle Literary Festival, he read passages of Bellinksy from his epic play 'Coast of Utopia', which I have neither seen or read and somehow was not too encouraged to experience, from the brief reading. What I liked more about the conversation was Stoppard rambling on about some of his experiences, responding to questions etc. He mentioned that he had received an invitation to do a reading in Australia in December and to Sri Lanka in January and that 'as it is best for divorced fathers to stay away from home during Christmas', he decided to take up both the readings. He also mentioned that as he landed in Sri Lanka, he received news that Havel had died and he had thought about going back for the funeral but decided that he would stay on in Sri Lanka.
A lot of questions from both the moderator and the audience was around Havel and his birth country, rather than his art and life as a playwright. The moderator also irked me a bit as she seemed too absorbed in sharing her own views and would take a lot of the brief time of the session in framing her views and questions.
At one point, Stoppard remarked to the effect that 'I don't ever write plays thinking of the academic point of view. I don't think of the message. Art cannot operate at that level. It needs to go beyond'. He also rhetorically questioned the audience, 'And you, bless your hearts, why are you here to listen to a playwright?', 'Drama cannot be learnt from texts, it has to be experienced' and he illustrated it with an example from a play where an actor runs off across the water where lights had been installed to respond to the touch and as he ran off, it slowly illuminated the scene and ended with fireworks as he disappeared in the distance and that the script in the play simply said 'Exit Ariel'.
At the end of the hour, I went and stood at the book signing queue, with my mother, to get my old copy of 'Travesties' and 'The Real Inspector Hound' signed by him. This was the second time that I have solicited writer autographs. The first was to get my copy of Copenhagen signed by Michael Frayn, also at the Galle Literary Festival a year or two ago.