by Aaron Malkin, Dramaturgy Fellow
It was almost a month ago now that Amrita, David, Pablo, and I met with Karen Zacarías to talk about her upcoming production of The Book Club Play that opens our Kogod Cradle season
and is the inaugural production from our American Voices New Play Institute Resident Playwrights. The conversation ran the gamut from logistics about when the latest draft would be done to what it means to be cultured in 2011 (be sure to look for excerpts from the conversation on Sub/Text as we get closer to opening night!). Not surprisingly, we talked a lot about books: books that the characters read in the play, books that Karen's book club has read, books that we couldn't put down. Amidst all of the titles thrown around (the Harry Potter series, The Age of Innocence, Moby Dick, The Return of Tarzan, among others), there was one title that Karen raved about beyond any other: The Hunger Games. Written for a young adult audience by Suzanne Collins, Karen described the book: "It's about a totalitarian state in the United States that has gone through some kind of nuclear war and to keep everyone in check every area has to send a boy and a girl between the age of 12 and 18 to an arena to fight to the death." We were intrigued. She then went on to explain that she and her husband finished the first book in the middle of the 2010 Snowmageddon. They were so desperate for the second (The Hunger Games is a trilogy: The Hunger Games, Catching Fire, and Mockingjay) that he dug his way out of the house and ventured into Dupont to find it. It was, with the exception of perhaps Nabokov's Lolita, the most excited Karen's book club had been about a book in fifteen years. Incredulous of Karen's reaction to the books, we decided we needed to read them immediately.
We met with Karen on a Thursday and Friday I left for a jam-packed weekend in New York. I returned to DC on Tuesday for just 36 hours before leaving to celebrate the 4th of July with friends in the Berkshires - barely enough time for laundry let alone a trip to the bookstore. Surely they would have The Hunger Games at Reagan National Airport. I made sure to arrive with enough time to drop by Hudson Books and it was my first stop before even approaching security. The woman, who was closing up for the night, looked at me blankly so I pressed on, confident that they would have it at one of the three shops in the terminal. By the time the TSA supervisor made it over from the other terminal to double check for underwear bombs, the book store had closed. The search continued on. The following night my mother and I ate dinner across the street from the K-Mart in Great Barrington, MA and ran over as soon as the bill was paid, but, like the airport, it was too late. A night in the Berkshires without cable, internet, or The Hunger Games- I didn't know what I'd do.
Relief finally came the next day in another Western Massachusetts town. After a somewhat successful trip to the Lee Outlet Mall (great sales but the bookstore had closed), I had some time to wander around Main Street in Lee and stumbled into Main Street Books. Finally, in Main Street Books, I found The Hunger Games. I ran to the display and grabbed one, nervous that my purchase would somehow be thwarted. The woman behind the register looked down at the book, up at me, down at the book, marked a tally in a steno pad on the desk, and back up at me. "May I ask," she queried, "why you are buying this book?" I explained and she replied, "Hm. It's just that we can't seem to keep them on the shelves. I'll have to read it." I sat down in the park and read through p.50 in the time it took my friends' bus to arrive from Boston.
As my friends gathered from New York, Philadelphia, Providence, Boston, and DC, conversation turned to The Hunger Games. Most of my friends weren't familiar (I eagerly explained the premise and interest was piqued), but one of my newly graduated friends was. She had just started a book club to stay in touch with friends who were now living thousands of miles away, she told me, and they had chosen The Hunger Games as the first book. In a week’s time, I had learned about The Hunger Games in Washington, DC, discovered it was being devoured in New England book shops, and dissected by my friends in San Francisco and Wisconsin. Amidst the swimming, cooking, eating and chess playing of the weekend, I found myself sitting down with the book at any opportunity I could find. I finished on the plane back to DC, satiated but already craving more. Karen's husband digging out of the snow not only made sense but seemed necessary. I had to find the next book.
