Andrew Leynse and his spouse, Mary Bacon.
Andrew Leynse, creative of director of New York City’s Primary Stages, died on Jan. 20. He was 53.
He was like a brother, a barely older brother, and a sort of low-key mentor, although I doubt that he ever considered himself that manner. There wasn’t something lofty or presumptuous about Andrew; he was approachable, and as a good friend, a director, and a producer he led by instance, with love for the artwork of the theatre and for the artists who make it.
I met him 20 years in the past within the playwrights’ group at Primary Stages, the place we might convene weekly and Andrew would sit in on the proceedings. He spoke softly, however with perception; he made options, however not too many. With a wry smile and frequent bursts of amusement in his eyes, he appeared genuinely blissful to be there. He was optimistic; he noticed the promise in our pages. Primary Stages was starting to supply lessons, and he invited me to guide a workshop. As I taught one night, a taxi burst into flames on the street beneath; one other evening I took a name on Andrew’s workplace telephone in regards to the contract for my first Off-Broadway manufacturing. I felt for the primary time like I belonged in a theatre firm in New York City. He trusted me. When I used to be executed instructing and the scholars had gone, I’d prove the lights and lock the door behind me.
Andrew favored a play of mine, The Cherry Sisters Revisited, a comedy-with-music primarily based on the true story of 5 farm women from Iowa changing into briefly well-known as vaudeville’s “best” worst act, and he requested if he would possibly direct it as a studying for The Actors Company Theatre. During rehearsal he bragged to the desk a couple of author’s fellowship I’d just lately acquired. He was uncomplicatedly blissful for me—like that barely older brother, once more, or like a brother should be. At the talkback after the studying, we discovered that just a few within the viewers had really been alive when the Cherry Sisters made their bittersweet comeback on Broadway in 1936; one historical gentleman claimed to recollect their faces on billboards round city. There was a substantial quantity of debate about whether or not or not it snowed in Iowa as closely because it snowed within the Iowa of my play. Andrew may giggle about talkbacks as a result of they have been so typically awkward and unpredictable. But he wasn’t nervous concerning the viewers’s response, as I used to be; he knew that the response was a part of the play—the response was equally the theatre.
As the creative director on the Perry-Mansfield New Works Festival in Colorado, he prompt that we work on The Cherry Sisters Revisited there. “We can cast our wives,” he mentioned, wriggling his eyebrows scandalously. We did solid our wives, and so they smashed it. The 4 of us shared an A-frame chalet in Steamboat Springs for every week. We rode horses. Marc Masterson of Actors Theatre of Louisville noticed the studying and needed the play for an upcoming Humana Festival. Michael Friedman was employed to jot down music. We needed to half methods with an earlier composer, somebody gifted however younger, and Andrew insisted that we name and clarify our determination to him. This was a lesson for me: to not run away from troublesome creative conversations, however to talk plainly, with humility and honesty.
The Cherry Sisters Revisited was a critique of America’s anti-intellectual and misogynistic leisure tradition, however in its construction and its model the play reveled in an earthy, virtually childlike theatricality, and Andrew introduced his pure sweetness and showmanship to his staging. In rehearsals we’d giggle till our faces damage. Our expertise on the pageant was difficult too; the schedule was frantic, and producers, as producers are wont to do, needed cuts. One reduce particularly pained me, however the play improved. At the stage door Andrew mentioned he was pleased with me. On opening evening I gave him a silver-plated hip flask: “For courage,” I mentioned.
The manufacturing had its followers, however it didn’t fairly click on. We sat within the theatre bar after a matinee eavesdropping on a middle-aged couple as they mentioned what they disliked about our present. I panicked, as common, however Andrew was calm and curious. He understood {that a} play can’t please all of the folks on a regular basis, and possibly shouldn’t.
When my play The Body of an American was receiving some consideration, with productions in Portland, Ore., Philadelphia, and London, Andrew referred to as to say that he needed to deliver it to New York; with Darko Tresnjak and Elizabeth Williamson, then at Hartford Stage, he co-produced the play on the Cherry Lane Theatre in 2016. My spouse was in therapy for breast most cancers on the time, and I felt misplaced. But as he’d executed so a few years earlier than, Andrew would provide me a chair in his workplace and we’d sit and speak. Not about our manufacturing, essentially, however about our lives, his younger son, and my barely youthful daughter. This was after I seen the silver-plated hip flask from Louisville there on his bookshelf.
I didn’t see a lot of Andrew these previous few years, due largely to COVID and residing on reverse coasts. I’d ship him my new performs and books, and he was unfailingly gracious and complimentary about them. He needed me to know that he saved my little guide of essays about playwriting on the bookshelf in his workplace—subsequent to the hip flask, I prefer to think about.
This lengthy week since Andrew handed away I hold pondering again to 2016. Our manufacturing of The Body of an American had opened, and I flew house to Los Angeles the place I discovered myself all of the sudden identified with colon most cancers. People who’ve skilled most cancers, or any related disaster, know that some buddies might disappear, out of worry or no matter, however Andrew was the primary to name. Here he was once more selecting to have the troublesome dialog as a result of it was the proper factor to do. But I didn’t choose up; I used to be overwhelmed with confusion, and I used to be ashamed. It doesn’t make sense—disgrace for being human, for being mortal? Andrew accepted, even honored imperfection.
What I wouldn’t give for a name from him proper now. I’d not hesitate to reply.
Dan O’Brien (he/him) is a author whose works embody the play The Body of an American, the guide A Story That Happens: On Playwriting, Childhood, & Other Traumas, and the poetry assortment Our Cancers. His most up-to-date play, The House in Scarsdale: A Memoir for the Stage, gained the 2018 PEN America Award for Drama.
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