We witness events. We live much longer in their aftermath. This idea
underpins East of Berlin, the Governor-General Award-nominated
play being presented by Halifax’s 2b theatre company, directed by
Christian Barry (see review page 52).
“I was interested in talking about the fallout of the Holocaust,”
says 31-year-old playwright Hannah Moscovitch on the phone from
Toronto. “The Holocaust was an extreme event, but so is the
fallout.”
The principal measure of that fallout comes in the form of Rudi
(David Patrick Flemming). The play opens on the young German at his
family’s home in Paraguay. It’s 1970. From this point in history and
place of hiding in South America, Rudi recounts his own reckoning with
his father’s past in the fatherland. Was his father complicit or
culpable in Nazi atrocities? On his way to answering this, Rudi carries
a heavy burden of guilt. It’s crushing him.
With East of Berlin, Moscovitch provides a possible answer to
a primary question: “What do we do with inherited guilt?”
During research, Moscovitch, who is half-Jewish, read of a range of
responses, including Born Guilty and Legacy of Silence.
In these, the authors, both sons of survivors, interview “the children
of Nazis.” “There were children of Nazis who would convert to Judaism,
become a rabbi and move to Israel,” she says. “The reactions were so
extreme.
“There were a lot of relationships with Jews. Some reported
urinating on their parents’ graves. They did things like talk about
themselves as being stillborn and waiting to die so that the inherited
guilt could die with them—not wanting to have children.”
In the script, Moscovitch distills the damage done to Rudi’s weary
but witty humour and his speech: a syntactic jumble of stops and
starts, as though two people are talking and cutting each other off.
The main character also possesses a full dimension. Rudi once had
dreams and plans. He studied the same discipline as his father. But
Rudi soon gave up university, realizing, as the playwright says, when
you’re in his position, “Even your talents are poisoned.”
Soon, Rudi’s sole ambition became figuring out his father’s role.
This is what Rudi tells the audience. The protagonist faces and
directly addresses them. (Along with themes of legacy and memory, the
direct-address approach and the possibilities it implies to set
configuration are the types of practices 2b theatre embraces.)
“I envisioned the relationship between Rudi and the audience as the
primary relationship of the play,” says Moscovitch.
East of Berlin premiered in Toronto, where, Moscovitch
explains, Rudi was “forced forward” on stage, thrust into
contact—confrontation?—with the audience. “You have a protagonist
who wants something—actively engaging” spectators, she says.
Rudi appears to want his view, and pain, validated so he can move
on. He wants and, one comes to believe, deserves compassion—at least
some degree of it. Besides his father, Rudi has two other
counterpoints: his friend and fellow German, Hermann (Picnicface’s Bill
Wood), and Sarah (Katie Smith), whom Rudi meets in West Berlin. Sarah’s
undergoing her own personal fallout from the Holocaust. With Rudi she
shares a need for information—confirmation—and solace.
“It’s really a coming-of-age story, about a man and his father, and
it’s a love story,” says Moscovitch.
Growing up, falling and being in love are fraught, especially in the
aftermath.
This article appears in Dec 3-9, 2009.


Fascinating subject. I wish I could attend.
Donna Morris
Charlottetown
I attended. A melodrama. Far too much emoting. Could have been cut in half – the very very long pauses and a couple of the sex scenes were squirm inducing. Ended, predictably, with cliche.
Disappointing.
I loved it. Great performances, great theme. Great writing!
No one really likes to address inherited guilt these days. But it’s somehow easier to think about when it’s Nazis. It’s easy to relate to what’s going on in this play because most of us share Rudi’s predicament – almost everything we have is related to something god-awful that someone did (or does) on our behalf. Rudi takes kind of a hard line on it. Much harder than I do every day, anyway.