Girl in the Goldfish Bowl
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As Morris Panych’s latest comedy opens, we hear Iris, a precocious girl of ten, saying: “These are the last few days of my childhood.” The death of her goldfish, Amal, she is sure, has been announced by the air-raid sirens during the day’s school drill. For Iris, there remain a few more days of life in a universe that is inherently ordered, where the spirit of her departed and ritually interred goldfish can, of course, be re-incarnated in a lost and amnesiac drifter given to rhetorical questions of seemingly deep philosophical import.
Iris’s terminally depressed parents, trapped within the nostalgic desires of their own lost youth, are oblivious to how the child’s eye view of their daughter works and what it sees. They remember too well their own loss of innocence as they abandoned themselves to the existential chaos of adulthood. The middle-aged family boarder has spent years in a frustrated search for any kind of gratification, immediate or otherwise, at the Legion after a full day’s work in the fish cannery.
It is into the goldfish bowl of this dysfunctional family of lethargic piranhas, existential bottom-feeders and aggressive guppies that the audience peers with incredulity, acute recognition, hysterical laughter, and an overwhelming sense of the creative healing power of the imagination.
Cast of three women and two men.
Winner of the 2004 Governor General’s Award for Drama.
Morris Panych
Originally from Calgary, Alberta, Morris Panych is arguably Canada’s most celebrated playwright and director. His plays have garnered countless awards, including two Governor General’s Literary Awards for Drama (for The Ends of the Earth and Girl in the Goldfish Bowl), fourteen Jessie Richardson Awards (Vancouver), and five Dora Mavor Moore Awards (Toronto). His plays have been produced in over two dozen languages and across the globe. Mr. Panych has directed over ninety productions across Canada and the US. He was nominated for a Canadian Screen Award in 2021 for his CBC Gem webseries Hey Lady! He has appeared in over fifty theatre productions and in numerous television and film roles. He has directed more than ninety theatre productions and written over a dozen plays that have been translated and produced throughout the world. The 2009 Off-Broadway production of his play Vigil opened to rave reviews. Under the title Auntie & Me, Vigil was also produced in London in 2003–04; and in French at Théâtre La Bruyère in Paris in 2005; and his classic 7 Stories ranks 9th among the ten best selling plays in Canada, outselling the Coles version of Romeo & Juliet. For more information on the work and career of Morris Panych, visit his website.
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Girl in the Goldfish Bowl - Morris Panych
Act One
Blackout. A plunge into water. Bubbles. Lights up on IRIS, a precocious girl of ten, in the front room of an old house, whose walls are dipped in verdigris, like a place submerged underwater at high tide. IRIS, wearing swimming goggles, is practising her backstroke as her parents try to ignore her.
IRIS
These are the last few days of my childhood.
SYLVIA
(reading) Iris.
OWEN
(drawing) Please.
IRIS
It was pleasant enough while it lasted. A simple life of hollyhocks and squished beetles and jam.
She swims around the room.
My parents won’t notice, of course. They’re preoccupied with other things
OWEN
(lost in his drawing) Don’t say preoccupied; you’re not old enough.
IRIS
My mother says you know when you’ve grown up.
Head in her mother’s lap.
It’s the moment you stop being happy, and start remembering when you used to be.
She sighs.
SYLVIA
Get—off.
The music continues, and lights change slowly in this house constructed of her imagination and memory. There is fog inside and out. As she speaks, the parents exit into their own worlds; SYLVIA to the kitchen, OWEN to the cellar.
I live in a country where nothing happens. In a town where nothing happens. In a house, where nothing much has ever really happened. Until now. October. It’s just before my eleventh birthday. There’s a fog prowling our street. Hiding in ditches. Peering through windows. I’ve gone for a walk along the water. Balancing a copy of The Catholic Sunday Missal on my head, introduction by Bishop Sheen, I step carefully over the rocks, one foot gracefully in front of the other. Poise is essential in times such as this. I am practising to be a member of the Royal Family. Further up there are fires, and smelt fishermen are casting their nets, and further still the metal boats slapping against the dock, but here everything is quiet. I begin the solemn service. The moon puts in a brief appearance. And I know there are crabs hiding under the rocks, but otherwise, I am alone. Here beneath this arbutus tree, I pray for his little soul. If you expect your goldfish to ever get to heaven, you probably shouldn’t whoosh him down the toilet. But my mother did, anyway. So I’m burying this frozen fish stick in his honour.
She crosses herself.
How will the world survive without Amahl, I wonder. I don’t believe it will. This morning, there was an air-raid siren at school, and immediately I knew what had happened. Poor little Amahl. All night, last night, I watched him, trying so valiantly to upright himself in the bowl. One eye looking helplessly upward. Mother watched him, too. My father watched her. And we all fell together into a deep, deep well of sadness. So when I heard the siren this morning, I realized. He held the whole world together.
MISS ROSE
(appearing in isolation) And how exactly did he do that?
IRIS
Don’t ask me. It’s a complete mystery. You just have to believe it.
MISS ROSE
Is that right?
The light opens and in the background, MISS ROSE prepares to go out.
IRIS
And while everyone scrambled to get under their desks—it was only a drill—I sat upright and said an act of Contrition on behalf of Amahl, who, according to Sister Anamelda, will have to spend an undisclosed amount of time in limbo. A place for the unbaptised, not far from heaven, which for some inexplicable reason is named after a popular party dance. Tonight the The Lonely Bull
by Herb Alpert crackles over the radio as we wait for news. The whole world, now, is holding it’s breath. Not only are there Russian missiles in Cuba. Elizabeth Taylor is still with Eddie Fisher. Poor Debbie Reynolds.
MISS ROSE
If anybody needs me, I’ll be at the legion.
IRIS
There’s going to be an atomic war, in case you’re interested. Oh, by the way. My fish died. I hope that makes you happy.
MISS ROSE
Never become too emotionally attached to anything that flushes down the toilet—dearie.
She exits.
IRIS
Miss Rose works at the cannery. People who gut fish all day are very cynical. My mother, meanwhile, is upstairs with her feet propped on a pillow and a cold washcloth on her forehead. My father waits beside her, saying nothing. Listening to her every breath. Ordinarily, he sits and doodles at his drafting table all day, and dreams about Paris. He wants to stand under the Arc de Triomphe, gazing down the Champs Élysées all the