#dependence #love #dream
Trafo and Thurzó. Nothing could be further apart. 1935. the time of the novel, Days and Nights. Because a similar title by Konstantin Simonov Thurzó chooses another one. Rightly so. The battle of Stalingrad and Thurzó, born Rutterschmidt is too far away. Or not. War here and there. With a little exaggeration. The Thurzo novel from ’43 is about the more or less melodramatic love story of a teacher, an actor, a woman from Berlin, not so far from a Fassbinder film. An unfathomable web of two boys/men and an old woman. Fish and nets. And fishermen. The set is Sopron. A closed town. School. Theatre. Cheap hotel.
The question: why? Why do I choose this novel as theatre?
There is also Days and Nights. In Chekhov's play The Seagull, this is the title of Trigorin’s novel. From it, Nina sends back a line to the author: "If you ever need my life, come and take it." This is what I'm interested in. The need. The life. The 'taking'. The call. What if we do not offer up our lives, but they take them? What if we offer it, but they don't take it? What if we take ours from the other? Do you understand? A seemingly simple melodrama. Come fishing with me, says the fisherman to the worm! What happens? Discharge. The electricity of acting is the object of desire.
