Albert Ramsdell Gurney Jr. has a long memory. The playwright, who just celebrated his 84th birthday, recalls a long-ago moment that helps explain his dramatic impulse with "The Cocktail Hour," which opens Friday on the Guthrie proscenium stage.
Gurney was gliding through a happy childhood in Buffalo, N.Y. (a bit of a "wise-ass," he said) when his parents told him they were sending him to boarding school.
"They put me on a train and they had it all written down," Gurney said. "When you get to the south station in Boston, shift to the north station and get on a train going to Concord, New Hampshire. Get off there and someone will be there to meet you."
It all worked out and Gurney would take his place among the distinguished alumni of the exclusive St. Paul's School, but traveling alone on a train with no escort? That's the kind of thing that gets parents written up these days.
"I couldn't figure out why they were doing that to me," he said of his parents. "They said I needed some polishing up and they had a good thing in mind but it was scary and it always made me look at my family as if I were some kind of an exile."
How interesting, then, that "The Cocktail Hour" revolves around a playwright who has penned something of a tell-all drama about his family — with the astringent perspective of the outsider. Gurney has freely admitted since the play's 1988 debut that it hewed closely to his biography.
His mother, who saw it in New York, was not amused. Thankfully his father, one of Gurney's harsher critics, was dead by then. The old man was notorious for sharing his thoughts and commentary during performances — famously pestering critic Clive Barnes throughout a staging of Gurney's "The David Show," asking Barnes whether he "thought this was any good."
Gurney can laugh about it now.