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The Divide review at King’s Theatre, Edinburgh – ‘a bloated dystopia’

Erin Doherty in The Divide at King's Theatre, Edinburgh. Photo: Marc Marnie

Alan Ayckbourn’s huge new two-part, six-hour dystopian drama The Divide imagines a world where women and men are segregated.

The play is set 100 years from now. A plague has ravaged the population. Those who have survived live on opposite sides of a divided society. The men wear white while the – still contagious and therefore sinful – women wear black outfits that look like Edwardian mourning attire.

Their lives are governed by a sacred text called the Book of Certitude and the dictates of a mysterious unseen Preacher. Women form partnerships with one another in order to raise children, with one assuming the role of the “MaMa”, the child bearer, the other the “MaPa”, the provider. Heterosexual relationships are considered abnormal and dangerous. People wear masks to avoid contagion rendering themselves eerily faceless.

Brother and sister Soween and Elihu grow up in a village on the female side of the divide in a system that puts far greater value on his life than hers. The 14-year-old Soween and her brother both fancy classmate Giella but she has her sights set on Elihu and the two embark on a forbidden relationship.

The Divide is a strange mix of things: it feels like a novel for young adults fused with bits of The Handmaid’s Tale. It seems to be a commentary on the dangers of equating sex with sin, on religion and social control. But after six long, long hours spent in this world it remains hard to work out exactly what the play is trying to say .

This is in part because the rules of Ayckbourn’s dystopia are frustratingly opaque. The vast majority of the play is set in the women’s side of the divide and the only glimpses of the men’s side we get involve scenes of people playing golf. Dissident acts include the wearing of high heels and lipstick. Pictures of Renaissance art are considered to be pornographic. Mirrors aren’t allowed. We never discover the rules of the all-male world work or what caused the technological regression that seems to have befallen their society.

Part One opens with a framing scene set years after the fall of the divide in which two academics serve up large chunks of exposition in the form of a history lecture. The bulk of the story is told via Soween and Elihu’s diary entries and through correspondence between various village officials. This means that the characters are forever describing what they’re doing rather than doing things and the play includes more scenes of tedious council meetings than any audience should ever have to endure.

Ayckbourn has created dystopian work before – his 2012 play Surprises was set in an android-populated future. He’s spoken in interviews about his hopes of attracting younger audiences to theatre by writing sci-fi.

There are times when Annabel Bolton’s production feels like a low-budget Netflix show – only you can’t pause it mid-way through and make a toastie and a cup of tea. Erin Doherty, as the unfortunate Soween, is brilliant. She propels the production along though sheer force of personality. Even though her character is forever being banished to her room or forced to drink urine in some weird hazing ritual, she remains a buoyant presence. It’s not enough though. Not nearly enough.

Because the play is set in a monochrome world where colour is forbidden, for the most part the staging looks dark and drab. Occasionally a prop or platform is trundled out but large chunks of the play feature Doherty in her black bonnet looking pained as she rattles through acres of narration.  But faced with a near-impossible job, Doherty succeeds in making you care about Soween.

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While Part One is basically a discount dystopia designed for a tweenage audience – tolerable if tedious – Part Two really dials up the strange. There’s a wedding between Giella and Elihu. (Because girls in plague-ravaged future worlds still dream of wedding dresses apparently and even happen to have them lying around the house). There’s some discussion of whether Elihu might be the ‘chosen one’ and therefore immune from the disease.

The couple then decide to mark their illegal union by having a great big party, which seems like a pretty big dystopia no-no, everything inevitably goes pear-shaped and somehow – Ayckbourn’s a bit fuzzy on the details – their doomed union ends up becoming a catalyst for the collapse of the whole system.

While on one hand Ayckbourn’s play seems to be saying that everyone should be free to love anyone they want, all people should be equal, and if you impose divisions on people, tragedy will inevitably follow, the whole thing just ends up feeling like an exercise in gay erasure.

One of the more interesting aspects of this whole bloated experience is the single sex, homosocial world that comes about as a result of the divide, but when the wall falls and the women are free to fuck all the men again this whole way of life is abandoned: Soween who has only known a world where women love women is swayed by the first dude she claps eyes on.

The Divide raises so many questions. The chief one being: had no one actually read it before deciding to put it on? And did they not notice how regressive the whole thing was? Or question whether it was necessary for it to be six whole hours long? Length alone does not make for event theatre and, by the end, The Divide feels like a feat of endurance more than anything else.

Verdict
Alan Ayckbourn’s ambitious but bloated two-part, six-hour dystopia is a test of audience endurance  

Production

Production
The Divide
Venue
King's Theatre
City
Edinburgh
Starts
August 4, 2017
Ends
August 28, 2017
Press night
August 11, 2017
Authors
Alan Ayckbourn
Director
Annabel Bolton
Set
Laura Hopkins
Lighting
David Plater
Sound
Bobby Aitken
Production manager
Niall Black
Cast includes
Clare Burt, Erin Doherty, Thusitha Jayasundera. Richard Katz, Joanne McGuinness, Sophie Melville, Weruche Opia
Producer
Old Vic
Running time
3hrs/3hrs