Thanks to my friend, Pat, who has this amazing way of organizing for such wonderful experiences, I attended Theatre Calgary’s A Thousand Splendid Suns a few weeks back. It was an event for ‘seniors’ (Pat, Mary, Janet and me) in the afternoon and we enjoyed coffee, finger foods and cake, as well as a short presentation/question period with Pomme Koch who played Tariq. Pomme gave an interesting background on the play, as well as a little about his own prior accomplishments in theater, film and such. He had an easy manner and was very gracious, answering questions. I noticed and was annoyed by some chatters throughout this portion of the program. During our post-event discussions (we always have them) we considered what is it in audience members that causes them to dismiss their own responsibility to contribute to making it a wonderful experience for everyone. Who speaks when there is a performer requiring our attentions? Chit Chat can wait, folks!
The magic of the stage performance was captivating; the sets, the characters, but especially the script; and I knew that I wanted to read the book over the coming days. I had fallen in love with Mariam and admired the strength of Laila. I wanted to know these women more and so once home, I picked up the copy of A Thousand Splendid Suns off my book shelf, another second hand book sale find.
Adapted by Ursula Rani Sarma
Based on the novel by Khaled Hosseini
Original music written and performed by David Coulter
Directed by Carey Perloff
I had read The Kite Runner some years ago and so I was prepared for the painful renderings of a history of Kabul and surrounding regions. I knew, especially, having seen the play, that this would be a sad and painful story.
The bonded friendship between Mariam and Laila was the most essential element for me; a woman, reader and artist. I was challenged through several moments of violence and violation of these women in the book. These caused me tremendous pause and rage and sadness. I loved that out of such hardship, this friendship grew. While one might only focus on the darkness of their shared years, this is a story of resurrection for not only these two women, but also for the people of Kabul. It is a story of hope, the final chapters, heart warming and sentimental.
Things I thought about…
The position of women in the context of family, culture and and the world.
The treatment of women in domestic situations.
Secrets we keep.
Who we protect.
Basic Human Rights and Dignity
A right to education.
The complexities of the politics of this region.
What position does/should the world take in atrocities that occur in different regions of the world at any given time? What is right? What is just?
What about the children?
A Thousand Splendid Suns
“One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs,
Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.”
― Khaled Hosseini,