This play just blew us all away – the whole crowd! I knew I wanted to see it, because it was one of my favorites of all the books I read to my grandson Patrick as he was coming up: A Wrinkle in Time, written by Madeleine L’Engle in 1962. The play is by John Glore.
Patrick and I read the entire series of books about Meg and her brother Charles Wallace, and their twin brothers (who are featured in a book about Noah’s Ark) and the rest of the family. This is the first, and an incredibly philosophical kid’s book.
The scenery, the lighting, the staging and the theatricality of how it’s all managed are creative and great. The indelible and clear characters and shifts from one to the next, the deftly handled introductions of new ideas and places – all of that is wonderful. The center of the play is those powerful characters handling those powerful ideas – a teenaged girl and her little brother – maybe 12 – their scientist mother and long missing scientist father. And the tesseract – wonderfully explained. And It – who wants to take care of all our problems for us, so we don’t need to bother.
This is a kids’ book? I never thought so, when I read it to Patrick. And I don’t now. I think it’s a book for humans who want to be whole, who want to be conscious, who are willing to think clearly. Most things are very simple once we eliminate the clutter. And this play does that.
It’s running until December 23. You don’t want to miss it.