Wednesday, January 21, 2009

My Bugatti Story by/with Paul Ehrmann, Salvage Vanguard, January 19, 24, 25, 31

My Bugatti Story is playing at the Salvage Vanguard Theatre as part of the 2009 FronterFest Long Fringe. Writer Paul Ehrmann plays Alexander, the principal character. Though there's a cast of six, the show is essentially a long monologue by Ehrmann, interspersed with illustrative scenes. The near-monologue format is appropriate, for most of the action is taking place in his head, or at least in his fantasies.

At the opening, Alexander is found in a psychiatric ward, just about to undergo a board review of his non-voluntary commital. He has refused to participate in drug trials that would take away his memory and he has hoarded enough doses of potent sedative Thorazine to commit suicide. The bout with the review board is unsatisfactory to both sides.

Before chomping down those fatal pills, Alexander tells us his story. When he was seven years old, his parents took him to Paris to visit the neighborhood from which they'd fled the Nazi occupation. His parents tell him of the arrest, brutal mistreatment and deportation to Germany of one of the bakery workers, a simple boy who unknowingly was wrapping bread in copies of the newspaper of the French résistance. Alex is horrified by the pictures in a book on the résistance movement,including a Gestapo "machine pour découper les mains" - - "a machine for cutting off hands."

He returns to the United States forever shaken. We witness some of his unsuccessful attempts to overcome the neurosis and become a "spacious guy" like other American yokels. We do not really understand when or how, exactly, he wound up in the bin.

As Alexander thinks of suicide, he is saved by the return of one of the luminescent memories of that séjour in Paris -- the sight of a Bugatti dealership with its powerful, fantastically styled sports cars.

"I escaped into my dreams," he exults, and we follow him into a fantasy world of occupied France where he is a much admired mechanic and driver for Bugatti (played by the imposingly authoritative Frank Benge).

There's a girl, of course, the delicate artist and advertising designer played by Cici Barone,seen here in a light-as-air confection of a dress.The crass American boys of his youth played by Matt Connely and Craig Nigh have transformed into confident coveralled Frenchmen, with pretty good French accents.

We follow the plot as the rotten Nazis oblige portly Bugatti to convert his factory to produce torpedoes, the nobly patriotic French (plus Alexander) scheme to frustrate them, and Alexander's love escapes over the Pyrenees to Lisbon and, eventually, the United States. Alex triumphs over all the bad guys, both those in his fantasies and those running the psychiatric institute.

Publicity for the show asserts that it is "71 percent true."

Paul Ehrmann's heroic little story reminded me irresistibly of a literary genre little known in the United States. Beginning immediately after World War II, principally in Belgium, artists such as Edgar P. Jacobs and Hergé drew and published what we with current political correctness now call "graphic novels." These were fantasy pieces for French speaking boys, in which intrepid adventurers travelled the world, foiled crooks and fought maniacal villains who resembled the worst caricatures of Prussians, Nazis, evil eastern Europeans and third-world dictators. These were not pulp publications, exactly, although they often appeared as serials in boys' magazines. Publishers offered them as albums. Despite dusty concepts and pre-CGI FX, they remain popular today.

Every French bookstore deals in bandes dessinées. And behind the manga and French surrealist sexy space and crime albums there sits a solid shelf or two of these classics. Paul Ehrmann's pleasant fantasy reminds me particularly of the various adventures of Jacobs' "Blake and Mortimer," a pair of very British gentlemen who were always foiling the wicked.

Ehrmann's writing is vivid. His images are often surprising, even poetic -- for example, his description of the first Bugatti shown above, which he hails as "hot cheese poured over a rollerskate." When he imagines an impossible story of pursuing with his fleet, muscular Bugatti the train carrying Louis toward Germany, we accept the story, however far fetched.

Some of his jokes succeed less well -- a gibe about nepotism in Texas state contracting is incongruous. The momentary return of captive Louis as a hostage is the occasion for a dumb sally about "not being the only 33-year old Jew who has ever returned."

By his own admission, Ehrmann has a lot of himself invested in this narrative. At times he comes across as confessional or woodenly self-obsessed, characteristics which are perfectly in keeping with his imaging of Alexander.

Afterwards, I spent some time trying to picture in that role some other Austin actor who could bring more delight and mischief to the portrayal, qualities that could "sell" us more convincingly the happily surreal d
énouement. Ben Wolfe, perhaps, or Tyler Jones?

Review by Clayton Maxwell in Austin Chronicle of January 30

Hannah Kenah's advance piece in the Austin Chron icle, January 16


  1. The reviewer of "My Bugatti Story" at the Salvage Vanguard theater quotes a line in the play; a Bugatti is described as "a shiny rollerskate wrapped in butter." The line is actually the car looked like " cheese poured over a rollerskate." There is a vast difference. The reviewer also notes that one character was hauled off in a cattle car, which is not so, nor was the poor victim who worked at the bakery Jewish - as the reviewer stated. Finally, the piece did find much to praise in "My Bugatti Story" but opinion has more weight when underpinned with accuracy! And as to the two Austin actors the reviewer would like to see playing the lead in "My Bugatti Story," one must hope that they are home tonight hard at work on their own plays and that their performances will not lead to speculation that it would be so interesting to see Paul Ehrmann play the leads!!

  2. Thanks for the corrections! I'm an intuitive reviewer lacking comprehensive recall; I could remember being dazzled by that Bugatti image, and the corrected version "hot cheese poured over a rollerskate" shows why. And as for that "71 percent" true -- the January 26 2008 story in the Rocky Mountain News with details of the escape from Europe of the Ehrmanns, Paul Ehrmann's parents, is even more dramatic and admirable than the Bugatti imagining. See

  3. Thank you so much for the great review. As always it's a pleasure to have you in the audience!
    Lynn Beaver

  4. Thank you for the link to Mrs Ehrmann's obituary, Michael. What a story!