Alibi V.24 No.17 • April 23-29, 2015 

Theater Review

Hang the Maids

Margaret Atwood and Mother Road go airborne to shatter an old epic

Troublesome women: Penelope's cousin Helen flirts with everyone at the wedding.
Troublesome women: Penelope's cousin Helen flirts with everyone at the wedding.
Marge Maio
Through a gloom of low lighting, a pale face emerges. A woman with expressive eyes peers out hesitantly. She is faithful wife Penelope (Wendy Scott), and after deciding to trust her audience, a tumult of words begins to pour out. No longer among the living, Penelope has ample time to reflect on a life made famous—though secondary to that of her husband Odysseus—in Homer’s Odyssey. In Mother Road Theatre Company’s new production The Penelopiad, staged at the AirDance ArtSpace (3030 Isleta SW), Penelope finally comes into luminous focus.

Wendy Scott as Penelope is at her best as a loving “mother” to her maids—and as an equally guilty party to their eventual deaths. Her round eyes seek absolution in the audience.

Penelope speaks to the audience from a hazy present in Hades, the underworld, where forms exist in a state of “bonelessness, liplessness, breastlessness.” The script, adapted by Margaret Atwood from her novella of the same name, contains the beauty and wit for which Atwood is celebrated. Penelope, recounting her half-godly lineage, explains, “It never hurts to be of semi-divine birth. Or it never hurts immediately.”

Love and guilt in those eyes: Wendy Scott as Penelope
Love and guilt in those eyes: Wendy Scott as Penelope
John Maio
As Penelope prepares to share her version of the infamous events in the Odyssey, blue-hued silks hang from the ceiling, and low lighting evokes an eerie atmosphere in the cavernous space. The fabric rustles in the background as if receiving spirits. Penelope alone speaks, but the stage is alive with whispers and movement.

Suddenly, 12 young women emerge from the long, richly colored silks hanging from the ceiling. In the Odyssey these daughters of slaves were hanged, as Penelope guiltily reminds us. Her involvement in their deaths unspools throughout the two-hour play. The 12 fluid silks on stage could be spectral illustrations of the young maids’ fates.

“I asked, wouldn’t it be great to hang the maids?” director Julie Thudium told me during rehearsals. “And my colleague said, why don’t you?”

The play contains equal parts acting and aerial acrobatics. The fabrics and the way the maids use them in the storytelling is bodily and emotionally affecting. In Hades the silks serve as ghostlike shrouds, while in Ithaca they become Greek columns and water. As the maids weave and unweave, ascending and dangling from their silks (while singing a song that becomes a creepy incantation), the women merge with the fabric, transforming into otherworldly figures. Although Penelope delivers the monologues, the maids and their silks are a constant, engulfing presence.

We are physically presented by so many women’s stories—the striking movement of their bodies, the hum of their songs and murmurs—that their message seems to swallow Homer’s enduring epic.

Penelope walks through the Fields of Asphodel.
Penelope walks through the Fields of Asphodel.
John Maio
The narrative spine of the play belongs to Penelope: We progress through her birth, marriage to Odysseus and eventual life of waiting during his long absence. Quick and minute costume changes by the female cast broadcast the difference between men and women on stage. Convincingly portrayed gods and male mortals alike display inflated characteristics of masculinity, desiring sex, money and an appreciative audience. While the men in Penelope’s life are largely played to humorous exaggerations, the understated performance of Katie Farmin as Odysseus makes him more human—and more likable than the others. Her Odysseus has a quiet arrogance and enough kindness and intelligence to win over a woman as contemplative as Penelope.

Shortly after the marriage, Odysseus must leave his new bride for the brutal Trojan War. We hear snippets of the distant action, but our attention remains with Penelope and her maids, who must contend with raising a son, Telemachus, and fending off suitors who hope to acquire the fortunes of Odysseus. Among all the action are the songs and collective voice of the maids. When it is their turn to speak, they often do so in chorus, a wave of accusation that crashes on Penelope and the audience. Their story is not necessarily one of their deaths, but of the injustice of their lives.

Penelope learns of Helen and Paris eloping (Wendy Scott with Jessica Quindlen and Pip Lustgarten)
Penelope learns of Helen and Paris eloping (Wendy Scott with Jessica Quindlen and Pip Lustgarten)
Marge Maio
The 12 maids who eventually hang are Penelope’s youngest and best-looking. In Homer’s version of events, the maids are unfaithful, loose women who collude with the men they flirt with. Atwood shows us otherwise—here, Penelope has recruited her young “doves” to be her informers among the unwelcome visitors.

Wendy Scott as Penelope is at her best as a loving “mother” to her maids—and as an equally guilty party to their eventual deaths. Her round eyes seek absolution in the audience as she explains, “In retrospect, I can say that my actions were ill-considered and caused harm. But I was running out of time and becoming desperate. I had to use every ruse and stratagem at my command.” Despite Penelope’s culpability in her maids’ deaths, Scott makes her an empathetic figure, entreating but thoughtful.

Onstage we see Scott’s Penelope grow from a timid teenager to a resilient, mature adult. Her gathering strength makes the rape and eventual execution of her maids all the more disturbing. In order to protect herself, Penelope has sent her lambs to the lion’s den. The atrocities the suitors enact are stark yet hidden as figures are projected onto the familiar blue silk in the second act, and cries of fear echo to the towering ceilings. It is a sobering moment in a play peppered with sly wit, a reminder of the peril impoverished and enslaved women face and have faced in wartime for centuries. Although Penelope soothes and nurses her violated slaves, she has inadvertently branded them as scheming swindlers to the rest of Ithaca, for which Odysseus has them hanged.

The layers and weight of women’s stories are a part of the brilliance of Atwood’s play and Mother Road’s telling. We are physically presented by so many women’s stories—the striking movement of their bodies, the hum of their songs and murmurs—that their message seems to swallow Homer’s enduring epic. It is not a tale of Odysseus or Cyclops or Circe, but instead becomes one of the women who were left behind. The maids promise Penelope “we’re all here too/ the same as you/ and now we follow you, we find you/ now we call/ to you to you,” and we can’t help but understand their vow as one for us too.

The Penelopiad

continues through April 26
Thursday through Saturday at 7:30pm, Sunday at 2pm

AirDance ArtSpace
3030 Isleta SW
243-0596, motherroad.org
Tickets: $22 general, $20 seniors and $15 students
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