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Jesse
Green

May 14, 2017

“The Marriage of Alice B. Toklas by Gertrude Stein” is a play not by Gertrude Stein but is a play by Edward Einhorn that is a play about marriage pretending to be a play about a play about a marriage.

Or so Stein, as imagined here by Mr. Einhorn, might say, if she were a particularly unhelpful theater critic. In the course of an 80-minute work that centers on the two women’s nuptials, Mr. Einhorn gives Stein, and often Toklas, dialogue that circles and careens before crash landing in unknown territory. “I am Gertrude,” says Gertrude, “pretending to be Alice so when I say Gertrude loves me I mean Gertrude loves Alice.”

Whether Stein really spoke that way — the way she wrote — is not something Mr. Einhorn concerns himself with. Rather, he is interested in borrowing her compulsively reiterative, continuous-present-tense prose style for its intrinsic delight. To that extent, this “Marriage” is a silly aural pleasure, like a child babbling or a suite of Looney Tunes. But to the extent this “Marriage” is not silly at all, but still pleasurable, Stein’s style also serves another purpose: as a marker for the ambiguity that a genius, or any dominant partner, is able to turn into a weapon against intimacy.

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