By Rich Kane
By Joel Beers
By LP Hastings
By Dave Barton
By Patrice Wirth Marsters
By Erin DeWitt
By Taylor Hamby
By LP Hastings
Her new play, My Wandering Boy, launches South Coast Repertory's Pacific Playwrights Festival, merely the West Coast's most prestigious gathering of theater scribes. Next month, another new play, Boats on a River, about the Cambodian sex-slave industry, opens at the eminently respected Guthrie Theater in Minneapolis.
Next year, yet another new play, Welcome Home, Jenny Sutter, about a female Marine returning from a tour in Iraq, is part of the equally well-respected Oregon Shakespeare Festival. And, to top it all off, she currently has a 10-minute play in the 31st Annual Humana Festival of New American Plays.
"It never happens this way, by the way; it just doesn't," says a rather shell-shocked but grateful Myatt in between bites of sushi during a lunch break from rehearsals of My Wandering Boy. "I've been doing this 20 years, and last year, I was really struggling about my future as a playwright and wondering if I could do it for another 20. And then I was fortunate and met some people. But it never works like this. You don't hand someone a play in November and then see it done in March. You just don't."
Yet that's exactly what's happening with My Wandering Boy. A few months ago, Myatt was researching a play for the Los Angeles-based Cornerstone Theater about adoptive parents and interviewed the company's co-founder, Bill Rauch, who is one such parent—as well as an SCR associate artist.
"I knew of Julie's work and loved her plays, but we had never met," Rauch says. "But it just so happened that I had a couple of directing slots coming up, and I asked her if she had any new material."
She happened to have two plays. Rauch devoured them and immediately began pushing to direct them at SCR and the Oregon Shakespeare Festival, which Rauch takes over next year as artistic director.
"It's been a really good year," Myatt says. "And I owe a huge debt of gratitude to Bill. He came along at just the right moment."
After two decades of moving, writing and working with similar itinerant theater types, Myatt's career at last seems permanently rooted. That's ironic, since one of the plays that has helped settle her professionally is My Wandering Boy, a piece about searching for a drifter who has simply disappeared.
The play tackles one of the most American of literary archetypes, the road trip, as well as a long revered American icons: the idealistic soul who, soured by materialism, takes to the open road to find the real America and, of course, himself.
But Myatt's play turns the road trip and its drifting character, Emmett, upside-down. The only sight of him is a glimpse of his feet from a video camera he used to document his journeys. Everything we learn about him comes via a private investigator—hired by Emmett's parents to find their missing son—who interviews friends and family, all of whom have different takes on Emmett. Where some see a spiritual, seeking soul, even a dharma bum, others just see a bum: a selfish, manipulative vagabond.
The truth of the character is as ambiguous as his actual fate in the play.
"I don't think anyone in the cast agrees with anyone else as to who Emmett is or what actually has happened to him," says Rauch, who has directed three plays at SCR , including last year's extraordinary production of The Further Adventures of Hedda Gabler.
Nor have they asked the playwright. "I think we all know that the beauty of this play is that it's up to everyone to decide for themselves what happens to Emmett, or to accept the fact they'll never know," Rauch said.
It wouldn't do any good to ask Myatt, anyway.
"I really haven't decided one way or another," she says, when questioned. "Like many of the characters in the play, I don't think I want to make that decision. I don't know what's worse: knowing what happens to someone who's missing, or not knowing. Either way, it's a big hole, and I'd like to keep the puzzle open."
Emmett's literary antecedents are obvious: Sal Paradise and Dean Moriarty; Larry Darrell in A Razor's Edge; nearly anyone from a Hermann Hesse novel. But the character that comes closest to him was the very real Chris McCandless, the subject of Jon Krakauer's riveting biography, Into the Wild. (Sean Penn's film adaptation comes out later this year).
After graduating from the highly tony Emory College in 1990, McCandless spurned his middle-class upbringing, donated his life savings to charity and hit the road. He wound up in Alaska and, by overestimating himself and underestimating nature, met a dismal end.
The parallels between McCandless and My Wandering Boy's Emmett aren't coincidental, says Myatt. "A couple of years ago, I read that book and wondered if you could build a play based on the idea of the things that someone has left behind. Would that be interesting? Do objects hold the same resonance on a stage that they have in real life? From that I got the image of a pair of boots onstage and that's where the play's structure started taking form."