The Iron Heel

From the book by Jack London
Adapted and directed by Edward Einhorn

The first modern dystopian novel, written as a socialist propaganda piece in 1908.  Jack London envisions a world in which the oligarchs form a fascist regime in America, told from the perspective of two young socialist lovers. Antonia Meredith, a historian from a utopia in the far future, provides dubious historical context. A mixture of romance, rhetoric, and revolution, accompanied by the folk music of the IWW Songbook.

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ORIGINALLY PERFORMED:

JULY 23 - SEPTEMBER 5, 2016
South Oxford Space, The Great Room, 138 South Oxford Space, Brooklyn

but also appearing at:
Freedom Socialist Party, Freedom Hall, 113 W. 128th Street, Manhattan
Governors Island, House 8B in Nolan Park (part of the Dysfunctional Collective)
Jackie Robinson Park, bandshell, 85 Bradhurst Ave, at 145th St, Manhattan
Judson Memorial Church, Assembly Hall, 239 Thompson Street, Manhattan
West Side Community Garden, 142 W 89th St, Manhattan

With:

Craig Anderson, Kevin Argus, Fred Backus (on Governor’s Island only), Charles Ouda, Yvonne Roen, Victoria Rulle, and Trav SD

Costume/prop design: Ramona Ponce
Sound design: Chris Chappell
Stage manager: Blake Kile

Assistant director: Rebecca Silbert
Production assistants: Deonna Dolac, Yael Haskal, and Mark Hunstein

The Iron Heel  was supported in part by The Nancy Quinn Fund and the Puffin Foundation. 

Graphic Design by Clinton Corbett

Reviews

5 STARS "This well-acted, cleverly executed production is a mind-bending tour de force of ideas, as only Einhorn can deliver, with darkly twisting humor and swaths of realism thrown in to perplex.."

— Carole DiTosti,
blogcritics

"As Ernest in The Iron Heel, Charles J. Ouda is the most compelling prophet I've ever seen portrayed...this is perhaps Einhorn's most emotionally immediate work."

— Adam McGovern,
HiLoBrow

“[The Iron Heel] serves up food for thought with an appealing heart-on-sleeve warmth. You may well find yourself humming some of those tunes on the way out."

— Elisabeth Vincentelli,
The New York Times