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C6DVD Valentine: S&A Geoffrey/Oliver

I have recently, through the intervention of an anonymous benefactor, come into possession of a truly unique piece of documentary evidence. I am still in the process of authenticating it, but at this point it appears to be genuine.

The letter was sent from Oliver Wells to Geoffrey Tennant, while the former was producing Müller's 'Die Hamletmaschine' in Berlin, and the latter was ensconced in the North Bay Psychiatric Hospital. The envelope included a review of the show clipped from a magazine, and a postcard showing the main actor, with the quote, "Something is rotten in this age of hope. Let's delve in earth and blow her at the moon."

And there was a hand-written letter, the text of which I have transcribed below.

Geoffrey -

No frothy Valentines. They're not your thing, I know. But don't go thinking the sentiment isn't there.

Have you been wondering why I haven't been to see you lately? I'm not sure you even recognize me, in your deranged state, given the way that you raged at the window like Doctor Faustus in his twenty-fourth year. We're friends, Geoffrey. Sometimes lovers. Your fits of apoplexy do terrify the orderlies. They say you react that way only for me, Geoffrey. I'm flattered.

Did you get the roses I left? That nurse of yours promised to pick off the thorns, but the glint in his eye was positively sinister. I don't trust him.

I'm not avoiding you, Geoffrey. Berlin has me in her clutches. It's said Christopher Isherwood came to Berlin for the boys. I'd stay for that reason alone, but it's art, not libido directing my decisions. This place bleeds theatres. I'm consulting on a production of Heiner Müller's Hamletmaschine. What the Soviets did to Shakespeare! With my help, they've produced a real gem. (See clippings).

When I'm not on site, I'm touring around, seeing other productions, looking for edible food. I met a young actor in Schönenberg whose talents I'm sure you'll appreciate. He's very exciting, if you catch my drift. Brown eyes you could drown in. I'm grooming him to replace you if you don't get out of prison soon -- though considering the state of health-care funding, I may be wasting my time. Are you still angry about Ellen? My young protege doesn't give a fuck about Ellen. Or swans, for that matter.

I miss you, dammit. Get over yourself.

XOXO Oliver

I find this letter fascinating. Of course any evidence of the long-rumored entanglement between Oliver Wells and the infamous Geoffrey Tennant is exciting. But this offers so much more. The frequent references to 'Die Hamletmaschine' seem pure provocation, given Tennant's fall from grace and sanity during a presentation of Hamlet. Overall, the mix of affection, competitiveness, and real anger stands out in stark relief against the bland, "lonely King of New Burbage" portrait of Wells offered by his official biography.

As Mr. Tennant has declined my request to comment on the contents of this letter, I can only hope that the anonymous source will come forward to offer more for those of us hoping to learn about the real Oliver Wells.


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Feb. 12th, 2008 08:54 am (UTC)
Feb. 12th, 2008 09:30 am (UTC)
that is MADE OF TOTAL AWESOME, as is your preliminary assessment of it... :)
Feb. 12th, 2008 03:14 pm (UTC)

That's just brilliant!
Feb. 12th, 2008 05:02 pm (UTC)
Feb. 12th, 2008 06:59 pm (UTC)
Oh, that is SO freaking awesome.
Feb. 12th, 2008 11:05 pm (UTC)
Oh, I love that.
Feb. 13th, 2008 04:59 am (UTC)

*pets Geoffrey*
Feb. 13th, 2008 11:23 am (UTC)
Oh, wow
Feb. 14th, 2008 05:58 pm (UTC)
Aw, Oliver. I love that he's such a bastard, even while he's being sweet. And hee, evil!nurse!
Feb. 14th, 2008 10:01 pm (UTC)
Oh very cool. And I can hear Oliver's voice and shifts of tone so clearly.
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