RECESSIONAL

A playwright once known for brilliant observation delivers an irate diatribe against anyone who doesn’t like Donald Trump.

Mamet’s punching bag is the “Left,” his base audience, “law-abiding Americans, anguished at the wreck the Left has made of this country, are wondering at the stroke of what midnight the Left will completely unmask and how little their visage then will differ from their current costume.” The dreaded socialists on the left side of the aisle—Pelosi, Sanders, et al.—bring all kinds of bad things to bear on conservatives, droning on about climate change, imposing mask mandates, and kneeling in protest against police brutality and racism. In one of his heavy-handed, disjointed essays, Mamet asks, “What was the ‘insurrection’? There was vandalism in the halls of Congress, a Capitol police officer was killed, and some poor woman died.” No big deal, right? If there’s something to whine about, Mamet finds it. He argues that Trump “was at a disadvantage because he did not lie,” which presumably allows enough wiggle room to encompass the thousands of “alternative facts.” The author decries assimilationist Jews who vote for liberals instead of “the only president who treated them as human beings.” (You know who.) He wonders why he shouldn’t be able to use the N-word freely, and he dismisses “cancel culture” as a leftist tool of thought control—never mind that it seems most widely deployed as a rightist tool to ban books in public schools, institutions that Mamet despises, too. The author also likens climate change scientists to “Stalin’s science adviser, Trofim Lysenko.” It’s a bitter, boring litany with one or two accidentally calm observations on the role of playwrights in guiding audiences on how to think about characters, leavening vituperation and right-wing agitprop with oddly juxtaposed nostalgia.

A depressing performance best skipped by anyone outside of Trump world.