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Christopher Trumbo -- the writer's son, now in his 60s -- reveals his father's epistolary genius in his own play, Trumbo: Red, White & Blacklisted. Based on some 13 years of correspondence between the senior Trumbo and a wide array of recipients, ranging from family members and fellow writers to the principal of his daughter's elementary school and an employee at a local telecommunications company, Trumbo not only paints an affectionate portrait of a remarkable writer and an outspoken human being, but also refocuses our attention on a murky period of 20th-century American history.
Whether outlining his uncompromising political views (as a member of the Communist Party in the mid-1940s, Trumbo believed in freedom, brotherhood, and the struggle against Fascism, but he didn't care much about Marx; as a screenwriter he campaigned fervently for union rights), griping about cash-flow problems, or explaining the delights of masturbation to his college-age son, Trumbo combined in his vivid correspondence the stern rhetoric of, say, Winston Churchill with dangerous Lenny Bruce-style wit. Even as creditors breathed down his neck and right-wing America denounced him, the writer maintained his wicked sense of humor. "I have received your letter warning that I am now in jeopardy of being placed in bad standing for non-payment of dues," wrote Trumbo to the treasurer of the Screenwriters' Guild during the blacklist period. "I thought it rather loud and more than ordinarily witless, but to deny you these qualities would be to silence you altogether; and that, for constitutional reasons alone, I should not like to see happen."
Samuel Johnson thought plays were better read in private than staged in front of an audience. The reverse and equally eccentric idea, of making letters -- usually intended for the eyes of a solitary reader -- the subject of a public performance, often yields unsatisfactory results. Take Jerome Kilty's 1957 two-person piece Dear Liar, for instance. Built around the clandestine correspondence of George Bernard Shaw and his actress muse, Mrs. Patrick Campbell, the play's dreary narration and lengthy chunks of regurgitated letter-reading seem to suck all the sparkle out of what must originally have been a fiery affaire de plume. In another example, Aileen Atkins' 1992 play Vita & Virginia, about the relationship between Vita Sackville-West and Virginia Woolf, infuses the correspondence-based text with some semblance of dramatic action, but the stiffness of the staging still inhibits any real conflict or conversation.