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    Mrs. Rose's Boarding House
    Mrs. Rose's Boarding House
    Mrs. Rose's Boarding House
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    Mrs. Rose's Boarding House

    By Steven Hager

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    My first and only play was performed at Krannert Center for the Performing Arts in Urbana, Illinois, in December of 1974, and was accepted into the American College Theatre Festival Midwest Regional at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee, where it was performed on January 20th, 1975. Although held in a tiny theater that seated only 50, the performance was packed and afterwards, the audience sat in stunned silence before erupting in a standing ovation. An intense argument broke out after the moderator assigned to lead the discussion group claimed the play was not sufficiently developed, while some of the audience, including another playwright, strongly felt otherwise. Everyone conceded, however, I had a flair for dialogue and characterization. I was a huge fan of Anton Chekhov at the time, although you can also see influences from Harold Pinter, Edward Albee, as well as a touch of Samuel Beckett. Soon, I would become enthralled with The Living Theater, Jasper Grootveld, and the Manhattan Theater Project.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSteven Hager
    Release dateNov 6, 2012
    ISBN9781301599875
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      Mrs. Rose's Boarding House - Steven Hager

      Foreword

      After returning from Sweden and flunking my draft physical, I tried a few jobs, like canvassing for one of Ralph Nader’s political action groups and also working phone sales for a mob operation selling discounts to Vegas casinos masquerading as radio quiz-show jackpot awards. Both those operations seemed similar and equally sleazy, although the Nader group paid in full, while the mob op disappeared overnight owing me hundreds. I also tried working in an automobile plant producing bumpers, but wasn’t cut out for that grind.

      So I went back to college for free, enrolling in San Francisco City College to study journalism, film and theater. I had little money and no car, but I found a room a block from the school for $50 a month that was owned by a Filipino woman who also lived there. She had rented the downstairs to her best friend, Rose. The upstairs had three tiny bedrooms. Ron had knocked on the door one day and asked if a room was perhaps available. He talked her into renting one of her extra bedrooms. Then she decided to rent the other available room and put up a sign at City College the same day I happened to arrive. After I moved in, our landlady decided to move into the pantry behind the kitchen so she could rent another room, which left her vacated master bedroom open for Ron to move into.

      Ron had once been signed to a major film company right out of high school and, according to him, he was being groomed as a leading man in the John Wayne/Rock Hudson mode when his career tanked for some reason. He was obviously gay although we never discussed his orientation. Ron had a lot of stories about Hollywood in the

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