Upon the first sighting, the children turn and run. They kick up clouds of dust as they race through the streets shouting: “Storyteller!” “The Storyteller’s here!” “He’s come…The Storyteller’s come.” His way paved by urchin voices, doorways and windows fill with faces wanting to catch a glimpse, wanting to make sure it is him and not merely some passing stranger. Once sure they return to their tasks, but now smiles brightened their faces–their hearts are lighter. Now they have something to look forward to…a story. But not just any story. No, tonight will be THE story. The story of Odysseus and his return from Troy.
I feel like those kids in ancient Greece. I want to run through the streets shouting, telling everyone, that there’s a Storyteller in town and that next weekend, the story of Odysseus and his quest for home, WILL put a smile on your face and, quite possibly, make a tear or two well up in your eyes.
I wrote about The Handcart Ensemble’s production of Homer’s Odyssey in my September 3rd entry and shared my conversation with Scott Reynolds, the production’s director, with you at that time. By then I’d been lucky enough to have been at one of the rehearsals and thought that it was an extraordinary experience. But the finished production is just, flat out, great storytelling.
Bravo, Handcart Ensemble!!!!