Honey past its sell by date
I first read A Taste of Honey in my mid-teens and found it revelatory because it was so different from any 20th century drama I had previously read. With Waiting for Godot, written a few years earlier, Beckett tore up the conventions of theatre – moving it from the comfortable setting of the middle-upper class drawing room to an unrecognisable, post-apocalyptic landscape peopled by grotesques cursed by madness, yearning and loss.
Shelagh Delaney, in A Taste of Honey, keeps the action in a domestic setting, but one that would have been every bit as alien to the theatre-goers of 1958 as the world created by Beckett. And that, in a nutshell, is where the force of the play begins – and largely ends.
Set in a damp, run down rented Salford bedsit overlooking the gasworks and slaughterhouse, A Taste of Honey, tells the story of Helen and her teenage schoolgirl daughter, Jo, to whom she offers occasional moments of superficial attentiveness in an otherwise dysfunctional relationship, where mother treats daughter with selfishness and wanton neglect.
Both mother and daughter find fleeting happiness with men who then abandon them. Helen beguiles the boorish, hard-drinking Peter, while Jo has a brief relationship with Jimmie, a black sailor, by whom she becomes pregnant. Abandoned by Jimmie and her mother, who moves out to live with Peter, Jo invites the gay Geoffrey to live with her. He does so and offers Jo care and kindness, before the returning Helen – cast aside by Peter in favour of a younger woman – ousts Geoffrey from the home and resumes her position of dominance over Jo.
Watching the play in 2014, A Taste of Honey feels like a first time play written by a teenager in two weeks – which is exactly what it is. The characters are authentic, but the action is slow and fails to retain a consistently tight grip on the audience. I saw the production with two white middle class teenage boys, who found it boring. Oh, how different they would have felt if they had seen it in 1958!
Lesley Sharp – and I mean no pun on the play’s genre – chucks the ‘kitchen sink’ at the role of Helen. She acts with every pore of her body, knowing that a dominant, assertive and attentive performance is needed to paper over the cracks of a play that to the modern audience frankly does not really have enough drama for its 2½ hours duration. When she’s off stage, you can’t wait for her to come back on.
Kate O’Flynn as Jo is strong and credible as the daughter in need of love and nurturing, though occasionally I could shut my eyes and swear I was listening to Jane Horrocks as Bubbles in Absolutely Fabulous. When she sings winsomely to herself at the play’s close, sitting alone on the sofa, mistakenly believing that Geoffrey will be back in a minute and unaware he has been thrown out by Helen and will never return, the production achieves a rare moment of pathos. Quietly spoken and uncertain of accent, Eric Kofi Abrefa arguably undercooks the part of Jimmie, but his portrayal does serve to suggest that Jimmie is in many ways as vulnerable and as lost in the world as Jo. Will he return one day or has he abandoned Jo for good?
Shelagh Delaney wrote A Taste of Honey after watching a production of Terence Rattigan’s Variation on a Theme. We can well understand her sense of frustration with and isolation from Rattigan’s play. In response, she wanted to write about the real world as she saw it and knew it – a play that Rattigan didn’t have the insight, ability or guts to write: a play featuring an openly gay character, a black man who gets a white teenage girl pregnant and who herself is damaged by her heartless and promiscuous prostitute mother.
Rattigan’s plays endure, because they capture beautifully the vulnerability and restive yearning of the heart with power, nuance and delicacy. Three years ago the centenary of Rattigan’s birth was marked by multiple productions of his work. In 24 years time I suspect the centenary of Delaney’s birth will not be marked by a rash of productions of A Taste of Honey for the simple reason that while it was a ground-breaking play, it is not a great one. The feeling at the end of this production is akin to arriving at the end of a long car journey – you passed through some interesting scenery, Lesley Sharp did a great job behind the wheel of a car that sounded as if it might conk out any minute, you met some interesting people – but you’re mighty glad you’ve reached your destination.
TBR/March 2014
A Taste of Honey is playing in the Lyttleton Theatre at the National Theatre until May 11th.