Can a Play Capture an Artist as Enigmatic as Henry Darger?
Henry Darger left behind one of the strangest imaginative monuments of the twentieth century: a vast private cosmos teeming with angelic child armies, sadistic empires, blizzards, tornadoes, serpentine sky-beasts, and wars fought over the fate of enslaved children. After his death, the whole sprawling kingdom surfaced at once, like an inheritance no one knew to claim. Critics, encountering the hoard, have naturally reached for labels. “Outsider artist” is the one that tends to get slapped on him; others follow close behind—visionary, naïf, crank, madman. Each explains something and misses more. Henry Darger repels labels the way condensation repels paper on a soda bottle: the harder you press, the quicker it lifts. The perennial temptation is to treat him as a puzzle to be solved. How did a menial worker in Chicago, working in near-total obscurity, produce a 15,145-page epic and hundreds of sweeping, panoramic paintings ? What species of solitude allowed him to incubate armies of chi...