THEATRE

Moby Dick, or The Whale

Oran Mor, Glasgow

Mary Brennan

FOUR STARS

Some narratives are so epic in length and thematic content that rendering them into a lunchtime Classic Cut seems foolhardy, if not impossible - would this be Moby Dick: The Minnow? Indeed, when Ishmael reveals the source of Ahab's vengeful obsession - it is a fish, but I won't spoil the surprise - it looks as if J.C. Marshall's adaptation is making light of Melville's mighty tale. Not so. Instead, the bones of Melville's novel become a vivid foray into novel-writing, with Ishmael (Robert Jack) producing a note-book and thereafter introducing sections with a chapter number - not in strict linear order, however, but in a random way that suggests how ideas come to mind, and then take shape.

A sea shanty initially sets the scene - live music (by the cast) will create soundscapes throughout - but in a trice Ahab (Meg Fraser, eyes and voice burning with delusional hatred) is venting against Moby Dick, as if the whale is a malicious adversary, rather than a creature fighting for survival. Robert Jack and Harry Ward (who also devised the sound design) join Fraser in playing the handful of characters needed to convey the full cost and folly of Ahab's destructive quest. Ward's Queequeg, for instance - now with a strangely appropriate Glesca' accent - gives physical immediacy to the dangers risked by a harpoonist, Jack's Captain Stubb expresses a father's grief over a son lost to the whale, a grief unheeded by the driven Ahab. It's a tremendous cast, urgent yet poetic, thrillingly attuned to Melville's style - as if Gareth Nicholls' direction - even when at its most didactic. If only Ahab had taken the same joy in nature as Queequeg... but then, that would have been a very different story.