Neil Simon is not exactly Chekov. In fact, he's not even Neil Simon anymore, having long ago sold-out on his quirky if tired stereotypes and embraced "playwriting for people who think that writers think about things that matter while they don't."
In other words, his characters have dilemmas that you think you might have if you were in a play by a rich and pretentious play-write. You won't be surprised by this dilemma. You won't be disturbed by it. You will leave the theatre, amused by being amused.
So I find it ironic that he was upset when he discovered that Mary Tyler Moore, who was starring in his most recent play, had not memorized her lines. She was wearing an earpiece at rehearsals, so she could receive prompts. The article about this in the New York Times was not clear as to whether or not the play was actually into production at this time, but it is clear that Neil Simon believed that Mary Tyler Moore was going to wear the ear-piece during performances. He sent her a note saying, get rid of the ear piece or get out of my play.
Mary Tyler Moore got out of the play.
Well, isn't that a sad story? Mary Tyler Moore is, like, about 80. Well, 60 or something anyway. It must be hard to memorize lines at that age. It must be hard for her to have a famous play-write tell her she wasn't good enough for his play. Neil Simon is pretty old himself. He hasn't had a hit in years. He has a feel for dialogue and character-based humour and a person's idiosyncrasies, but he hasn't written anything really important, ever. But he is good enough to fire Ms. Moore.
Neil Simon, bless his naive little heart, admitted that he didn't know that many other actors were now using ear-pieces during actual performances. Simon said that if he had only known that, he wouldn't have been so harsh on Mary Tyler Moore.
So next time you pay $65 for a seat at a theatre somewhere, don't think for one moment that it is mightily impressive that the actors learned their parts.
They might have.
They might not have.
Barry Bonds might have hit all those home runs without the assistance of chemicals. He might not. Madonna might be singing--- it might just be dubbed. Those might be Demi Moore's natural breasts, or they might not be. (Check out a movie called "About Last Night" if you're seriously wondering).
I know some people think that being concerned about honesty and authenticity nowadays is really rather quaint and precious. Aren't we all little frauds in our own way? Do any of us admit to our friends and family that we're really not as smart or good or wise as they think we are?
Sure we are.
But we don't charge people $65 a seat to come and listen to us.