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IF SHARKS CAN FLY By June Guralnick

20 Nov 2013 8:15 PM | Anonymous
It didn’t take a sharknado smacking me in the head to make me understand, as a child growing up in the 50s and 60s, that women writers were expected to swim in the sea of domestic dramas and leave the shake-the-world-upside-down stories for the boys.

Before I could spell “g-e-n-d-e-r,” I vowed to write about the body politic outside my Adam’s rib.  “I’ll be *&!@#^! if my stories are going to have anything to do with my own life” I hissed to my imaginary (of course, male) muse.  I mean, why write about my school crossing-guard mother standing waist-deep in blackened snow to make the rent if I can imagine Joan of Arc, resplendent in saintly armor, bravely leading an army against the English?

How many of us truly see to the bottom of the murky pool of our life’s creations?

And so my pen(is) set out to conquer worlds far and farther.  Prospectors panning for gold in the California Rush.  Done!  American labor unrest in 1929.  Done!  Suicide bombings in Iraq.  Done! Done! Done!  I prided myself that my skill and craft as a writer gave me a ticket to ride on whatever ferry I chose to hitch my fins to – and that none of these stories could ever possibly be labeled ‘self-indulgent or autobiographical’ - you know, the shit they are always saying about female authors.

Funny how we can believe something and it not be true.

 Our Town
Photo credits:
GTCC Fine Arts Theatre Nov. 2013 production of OUR TOWN;
Damone Taylor (as Emily) and Tommy Trull (as "Stage Manager").
This summer I watched my beloved father-in-law (Paul) take his last breath, and shortly after began directing a production of OUR TOWN by Thornton Wilder.  I had decided to direct the play a few months before; when people asked why I had selected this particular work, I trotted out the “75th anniversary of OUR TOWN” card – and I believed it too.  I didn’t want to acknowledge that Paul’s imminent passing had awakened a need to wrestle with the fleeting meaning of life, the thematic river that runs through OUR TOWN. 

On the night we started rehearsing the final act of the play (the Death Act) and I heard those words spoken by the character of Emily as she painfully relives, after dying in childbirth, her 12th birthday with her family: “I can’t bear it.  They’re so young and beautiful.  Why did they ever have to get old,” a tsunami of grief washed over me and for the first time in my four decade long career, I left a rehearsal to collect my wits.

Recovering from my emotional fall-out, one of those lightning-strike-me-dead-if-I-don’t-see-it-now moments occurred.  My creative pursuits – as a playwright and director – have always been reflections of my life.  And that 7,000 pound killer shark, that insidious whale of a lie that led me to believe, back in 1960, that women’s lives and my life in particular wasn’t worth ‘telling,’ suddenly lifted off my back and flew away.  Hallefuckinglujah! how sweet it is to stake a claim in that female personal space - our fertile crescent.  

I recently started work on my 12th full length play.  Unfolding in the pivotal year of 1913, women’s right to vote, the global feather trade, class struggle, and the early rumblings of the American conservation movement thematically crisscross through this black comedy.  Oh – have I mentioned that the play, coincidentally, is about three women (I come from a family of three sisters ☺)?

I no longer give a rat’s ass what people think women should or should not write about.  After all, if sharks can fly, anything is possible.

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  • 24 Nov 2013 6:49 AM | s wilkinson
    you are so right June, keep the words coming they will always be in your voice and from your heart
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  • 24 Nov 2013 4:37 PM | sandra oliver-belz
    Thank you June for the honesty! Once again you have inspired me as a creative woman, who has also often hidden behind a tough exterior and squashed my "girliness" to be taken seriously in a man's world.
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  • 25 Nov 2013 10:01 PM | farzana moon
    Dear June,
    Admire you for writing what you believe in! Eve has a different story in Islam. She was not created from the rib of the Adam, both were created from a single sperm drop. She was neither beguiled by the serpent, nor did she beguile Adam, both ate of the fruit of knowledge on their one free will?
    Happy Thanksgiving,
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    • 03 Dec 2013 12:27 AM | Anonymous
      Thank you Farzana for your comment. Fascinating how different religions interpret the creation story!
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  • 26 Nov 2013 7:07 AM | christine emmert
    I agree with much of this! I do like to write about women's issues, but no playwright should be limited to gender based themes. I used to do a segment in teaching about how differently men and women write about topics. Biology isn't destiny necessarily, though, in playwriting.
    Shakespeare certainly could pen beautifully on both sides of the sexes. And so can many women playwrights. You need to write what you write. Forget the checking the box for "male" or "female."
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    • 26 Nov 2013 2:48 PM | Elana Gartner
      I agree with Christine about not needing to check a box but I think I'm understanding that June had not yet embraced and recognized the female aspects of her voice and this was her moment to do so. Congratulations, June! What a great breakthrough!
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  • 03 Dec 2013 7:00 PM | Rikki Asher
    From California to North Carolina your words have portrayed life as it is-straight from your heart, mind and imagination. You use history as art and art as history so
    accurately. Your work always reflects contemporary social issues-even works that reflect the past. Bravo June!
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