From 9.13.07.

We begin a workthrough from the top, focusing on the sections with other characters and voices in them.

Aaron: Will the phone into ringing – will the memory into awakening. Ask yourself if you want to go there or not. Watch the phone. Then, you’re in.

We get talking about the semantics of attack and counterattack and mobilization. I find a source in Vickie’s dramaturgy binder that indicates that even a mobilization could have been perceived as a counterattack.

Distinguishing the voices of Dado and Dayan: breathiness, sexiness, depth, speed. Vowels open or clipped. Volume.

Camille raises the question of if it will seem false to take on on one character after another too quickly – Aaron goes in response to their point of view, the point they are trying to make. He returns to the idea of her point of view, or opinion in general, throughout – “we want to hear her opinion on Herzl when she says “the founder of zionism.” ”

I am multitasking and reading through THE ROMANTIC YEARS for source material on health, on her lovers, on her anger (Camille was interested in anger.) It’s so interesting how in a historical production you search outside the text for material, whereas in a more traditional production you’d be more New Critical about it and limit yourself to the text.

As the characters become sharper, Aaron asks for more conflict between them and Golda. “The father is so defined. Push up against him more.”

I work on a character chart of voices.

We decide, based on very limited evidence, that it was the left leg with phlebitis. We find out she had lots of lovers between 1938 and 1946. And we find that her anger was expressed in a lot of sarcasm and humor – and that she was not easily swayed or flustered.

Golda: (to an annoying British judge) “You should not address me in that manner!”

From 9.12.07.

We begin with a production meeting. Aaron asks me to brainstorm with Cliff and Chad about good times for them to come in and tech slides and sound over us working in Week 3. They are both interested in Tues and Weds, and have similar points with heavy sequences. (Chad wants to do a slideshow with the lights out, too.) Chad mentions the explosion on p.3, the section of war being declared up through Morris, as targets. I promise to send some emails about this.

Into rehearsal, we begin staging from p. 26 on.

Aaron lets movement happen in silence, too. He encourages Camille to get back to where she needs to be (the stage, as opposed to Planet Cyprus) before continuing. It’s a nice gesture in a quick-moving play.

Through page 35, then lunch. Aaron and I eat lunch at a nearby taqueria and he mentions the Acco Festival, an Israeli festival of experimental performance. We also talk ATJT and their current mission to have more administrative structure. They have a grant to have a consultant help them with it.

We stage through to the final beat. Aaron suggests that she engage with the entire audience visually on the Shaloms. They try a few different things and agree to hold off on that last moment for the moment.

We have staged the whole play, (including 3.5 days of table work) in eight rehearsal days.

We look for a recording of Chava Alberstein singing Yerushalayim Shel Zahav online, with no luck.

GOLDA: And until then, we must not budge.

We are taking the word of GOLDA: THE ROMANTIC YEARS, which indicates that she had more health problems with her left than her right foot, as a sign that the phlebitis was on the left.

Nixon also had phlebitis – Vickie found an interview where Nixon talks about Golda by googling the terms “Golda + phlebitis” and discovered him mentioning it. He was a big fan of hers.

Golda is a rightie.

This production really has taught me to tell stage left from stage right. I’m 25, and I’ve never been able to do it before now. Never. I’ve always had to clench a fist, think what it really is, and say the opposite. But something about the ashtray on the SR corner and having that be the Morris corner made it work. Morris is right. Of course he is. That is, stage right. Now if this can just survive when the ashtray isn’t sitting there…