How the World Began


Last night, I saw a splendid production of “How the World Began” produced by the Boulder Ensemble Theater Company, also known as Betsy. If you hurry, you can catch the last performance of Catherine Trieschmann’s fine play this afternoon at 4 p.m. According to the director, Betsy’s production is only the fourth, after New York and two other cities.

Very briefly, the play involves a young, idealistic, single, pregnant biology graduate who comes from New York to teach biology in a rural Kansas town, at least in part because it has recently been destroyed by a tornado. Early on, she obliquely refers to creationism as gobbledygook and is challenged after school by a very troubled student. Unfortunately, she digs in her heels and refuses to apologize, with consequences both predictable and unpredictable.

The only characters in the play are Susan, the teacher; Micah, the student; and Gene, Micah’s unofficial guardian. Micah and Gene are both creationists. Gene views God as someone he would like to have a beer with – a playful god who creates Tyrannosaurus rex for fun and puts fossils in the ground to test our faith. Gene, far from being put off by Susan’s pregnancy, congratulates her on “choosing life.” Micah, it turns out, believes in the efficacy of prayer and is tormented by his faith; I will not go into more detail for fear of giving something away.

I thought it was a good play, perhaps not great, and I certainly do not agree with the New York Times reviewer who thought that the play “has too few ingredients to make for a compelling drama” and sometimes found his patience strained.

You might say that, had Susan not reacted irrationally or defensively, there would be no play. To the contrary, I thought that Ms. Trieschmann skillfully backed Susan into a corner from which there was no escape. A few times, however, I thought Susan’s reactions were unconvincing, and I find it hard to believe that a biology major could get flustered by the term, spontaneous generation. I also thought that it was unfortunate that the playwright let stand a contention that creationists are unintelligent. The play may or may not have been better if the principal had shown up to provide a moderating voice, but I was somewhat put off by the heavy-handed way the playwright kept her away.

Let reviewers like me quibble. This play deserves to be performed more often.


Are you quite sure the creationists were written as being unintelligent, or was that the director’s interpretation?

I do not have a script, but: The characters agree that creationists are not intelligent in the conventional sense but that Gene has social intelligence, or something of the kind. It is early in the play when Susan says that she is from Brooklyn College, not [scorn]some community college[/scorn]. In fact, neither Gene nor Susan has good interpersonal skills; neither can keep from blurting out whatever they are thinking.

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Robert Byers:

Boring and irrelevant!

Please do not bait the Byers troll; you only encourage it.

Matt Young said:

Please do not bait the Byers troll; you only encourage it.

But it’s so fun to read his/her retorts! I personally can’t decide if they are drunkin ramblings, drug induced keyboard prancings, or the workings of an outrageously good poe. Nevertheless, they are a hoot to try to decipher…

Sorry Darwin: Chemistry Never Made the Transition to Biology -

Well, it makes a difference from fundamentalist Christian trolls, this one being a Hindu. But it’s the same old incredulity-about-abiogenesis trollfare, and it boils down to, “I don’t know how this happened, therefore it didn’t happen.”

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