Family Voices - Radio 3

The Times; London; Jan 23, 1981; David Wade;

This was the first of six forthcoming National Theatre productions which are to be presented in advance on BBC Radio, and that the enterprise should start with a new play by Harold Pinter seems, for two reasons, especially appropriate: here is a writer who made a start in radio; here is one who, at least in his recent work, had been able to meet the demands of both stage and sound broadcasting in the same script. In Family Voices he successfully met them once again.

Even from the opening words, 'I am having a very nice time', it was impossible not to register a faint sense of disquiet, to entertain the suspicion that this banal utterance would turn out to mean something other than what it said. In the ensuing 40 minutes that suspicion gained a certain amount of ground. Set mainly in the form of alternating excerpts from a correspondence between mother (Peggy Ashcroft) and son (Michael Kitchen), it departed from this only to include two speeches by the boy's recently dead father (Mark Dignam). Both parties soon revealed that no such correspondence was taking place, not from the mother because she did not know where her son had got to, not from him because, for reasons only hinted at in passing but suggesting escape from a stifling relationship, he had cut himself off from his parents, possibly to the extent of ignoring his father's death. On her side expressions of loving concern quickly gave way to bitterness, reproof and finally to the assertion that 'the police are looking for you', set on apparently by her belief that 'you are in the hands of underworld figures who are using you as a male prostitute'. But in whose hands is he? This is the house where he has a room, a house occupied by Withers, an old man apparently mad; Riley, a younger man who says he fancies him and claims to be a policeman with a taste for religion; and three women, one old - Mrs Withers, one younger - Lady Withers, the last a girl - Jane. How they are related remains puzzling, but Lady Withers dresses principally in red and occupies a luxurious dark-blue room. It is here that the young man is asked to tea to find the room dotted with cakestands bearing buns, one of which, as hard as granite, drops from his teeth as he attempts a bite, only to be caught and juggled with her feet by Jane who up to then had been employing them to prod his thighs.

It was also here and at this point that I thought Mr Pinter edged a little closer to absurdity than was entirely good for the remainder of the play. He struggled back to terra firma, however, and convincingly enough to make his hearers quail a little at the son's declared intention to go home to a mother who had just announced of her prodigal that 'you will be found, my boy, and no mercy shown you'.

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Family Voices - Lyttelton

The Times; London; Feb 18, 1981; Ned Chaillet;

It was the fashion once for plays to have resolutions, back when society was neatly ordered and everything, including a conclusion, had its place. The one certainty about Harold Pinter's new short play is that no one will give away the ending.

Each concrete statement from each ephemeral character could be a lie, and the whole amusing thing is a tissue of contradictions...

Family Voices was originally even further from substance when it was first performed by the same actors over radio 3 last month, but as Sir Peter Hall translated the production from the airways to the stage, two of the characters assumed the forms of Dame Peggy Ashcroft and Michael Kitchen.

Seated against illuminated rectangles, rather like parchment screens, Dame Peggy and Mr Kitchen at first seem simple enough. Mr Kitchen's first monologue has the shape of a jokey letter home to mother and Dame Peggy seems to be writing to Mr Kitchen as her son, although neither of their speeches shows an awareness of the letter that the other might have written. As their monologues circle in, getting shorter until they have the shape of a church response, the characters grow further apart with the mother expressing hate for the son and the son gleefully announcing his home-coming.

There is a dead father to be considered; if indeed, he is dead and Mr Kitchen has other family voices to provide, taking on the task of speaking for the household where he lives. Both actors speak with a private comprehension that holds their words together and Mr Kitchen provides a colourful picture of the other, unseen, family...

Many thanks to Deb for digging out this review.