And yet the dramatic TKO McKeever pulls off in Act One is nothing compared to the emotional workout he puts audiences through in the second act. Indeed, The Garden of Hannah List is that rare thing: an American political drama that doesn't pull punches. Set in Nuremberg, Germany, in 1938, the play isn't a Holocaust-themed play exactly. Indeed, there are no Jews in it and only a few token Nazis. McKeever's program notes say that the story was inspired by a family friend who "as a little girl, actually sat on Hermann Goering's lap." But in a larger sense, it's driven by the playwright's intelligent exploration of human behavior, particularly the question of how one should act in the face of evil.
Or, specifically, how does one act when Nazis are regular guests at your dinner table? Hannah List is a socialite, a widow with grown children, and a member of the inner circle of prewar Nuremberg dinner parties. She's a confidante of those who are fine-tuning the Final Solution and the annexation of Europe. A retired history teacher, Hannah entertains and mentors a former student who's now a member of the SS. And when wet-behind-the-swastika members of Hitler Youth drop by to ask for donations, Hannah readily sends the butler for her purse. Things are not as they seem, however. For one thing, several low-level Nazis and Hitler Youth representatives -- eighteen of them, in fact -- have gone missing.
Set entirely in Hannah's lush garden, a seductive ivy-framed, snapdragon-festooned Eden created by Richard Crowell, the play is part mystery thriller, part political treatise, and part human tragedy. In a strange, endearing way, it's also a sinister retelling of Arsenic and Old Lace, the 1941 comedy in which a pair of pixilated old ladies do away with their gentlemen callers. Nobody's drinking elderberry wine in Hannah List's garden, however. In fact, there's nothing cute about the protestations that Hannah's children make over their mother's camaraderie with Hitler's high-ranking officers. Her son, Oscar, who with his fiancee, Karma, is applying for an exit visa to go to the United States, is appalled. "What they're doing, it's wrong," he says. "I can't understand why you don't see that. Why let them into your house?"
Hannah's daughter, Lottie, who lives next door with her husband, Rudy, would prefer that her mother just bar political talk from the family home. She's made uncomfortable by the visits from Hannah's former-student-turned-SS-man, Otto, who was a onetime beau of Lottie. "I learned about the great strategies of war from this woman," Otto says of Hannah. When Oscar tells Hannah that Otto is a dolt, she replies that "he's a well-meaning boy. What he lacks in intelligence, he makes up for in loyalty." By play's end Hannah will have manipulated Otto's loyalty for her own gain. But what will she have sacrificed?
While the action of the play turns on the discovery of Hannah's part in the disappearance of the missing men, its emotional heart is found elsewhere. Early in Act Two, Hannah compares herself to Charlotte Corday, the woman who murdered the eighteenth-century French revolutionary Jean Paul Marat. Charlotte, whose oversize portrait hangs in Hannah's garden foyer, was, in Hannah's words, a "truly great woman" who killed one man "to save 100,000" before she was martyred. In her own time, some thought Corday a murderer, others a saint. Similarly, at the end of the play, one of Hannah's children accuses her of doing nothing while the other condemns her for doing too much.
Can you remain righteous while doing evil? Under what circumstances can you take morality into your own hands? Is murder committed in the name of justice still murder? In the program notes, McKeever says that the key to constructing his play was realizing that he must raise these questions, not answer them. He made the right choice. Mediocre works of art answer big questions. Great works force us to face those questions, no matter how uncomfortable we become. The emotional poundage of the play weighs in on Hannah's side, but however much you condone her actions, you can't dismiss her critics. McKeever's strategy is to play different moral points of view against each other, and the effect is breathtaking.
As Hannah, Marcia Mahon anchors the production with a solid, if not brilliant, serenity. Her performance has shades of irony. As she watches nearby Nazi rallies from her garden, for example, she seems to be placidly taking in the spectacles; only later do we realize that her enjoyment is multilayered. As her trusty butler, Herr Kubizek, Ryan Hilliard has the one role that can be considered comic. His deadpan delivery, we come to see, covers more than a mere sphinxlike personality. As Hannah's children, Finnerty Steeves and Greg Longenhagen are also strong, though Longenhagen is a screamer, an effect that distracts from the tensions in Act Two. As Rudy, Hannah's son-in-law, and Karma, Oscar's fiancee, Mark Ulrich and Susan Gay are particularly sharp. The Nazis -- Stephen G. Anthony, Travis Otto, and Clay Buchanan -- all nicely personify the banality of evil. David Pair's sound design is provocative and lovely, as are Don Magone's exquisite period costumes.
Also powerful is the tone of the production, directed by Henry Fonte, who, in his own program notes, says that, as a child in Cuba in the late '50s, "[I] watched my parents first fight for Castro, and then turn violently against him. I saw the consequences of taking a moral stand." Happily for theatergoers the creative union of Fonte and McKeever results in a production that transcends the specifics of time and place, however horrific some of those times and places have been. To be sure, the play addresses the evils of Nazism and by association Castroism. In the rare instance that McKeever puts a speech in Hannah's mouth, what comes out is one of the most articulate condemnations of German indifference to the Jews ever spouted.
But McKeever -- the author of seven plays in the last two years -- doesn't curtail his scrutiny to those who tolerated the Third Reich. The play will retain its power long after those bearing firsthand witness to Hitler and Castro are gone. What's less likely to be sustained, I fear, is our appetite for plays that don't resolve the conflicts they raise. As a nation we prefer feel-good stories and anthems to success. (Warren Beatty's "political" movie Bulworth is just the latest example.) The price of taking a stand is very dear, McKeever reminds us. Hannah loses much of what's meaningful to her, but her words to the apolitical Rudy ring loudly: "How empty your life must be, to have no cause."
The Garden of Hannah List.
Written by Michael McKeever. Directed by Henry Fonte. Starring Marcia Mahon, Greg Longenhagen, Finnerty Steeves, Mark Ulrich, Susan Gay, Ryan Hilliard, Stephen G. Anthony, Travis Otto, and Clay Buchanan. Through June 14. Florida Stage, 262 S. Ocean Blvd., Manalapan, 561-585-3433.