[Between 2006 and 2016 I wrote a number of short articles for the magazine of Shakespeare’s Globe in London, Around the Globe; I’ve been depositing them on this blog under the category ‘Globe Essays’. This is the eighth, from Spring 2015.]
Helen Mirren as Beatrice-Joanna, 1974
The strangest thing about The Changeling is the certainty of its volatile heroine, Beatrice-Joanna, that she is consistent: that her values remain unchanged from the start of the play to its final act. In the intervening scenes she has exchanged one lover for another and then a third; arranged for the assassination of an unwanted fiancé (Alonzo) and an inconvenient waiting-woman (Diaphanta); and replaced a bitter loathing for one of her father’s servants (De Flores) with a passionate desire for him, consummated in a string of liaisons which she construes as appropriate payment for his work as her private assassin. Yet after all these transformations she can still tell her new fiancé Alsemero: ‘Remember I am true unto your bed’. She even seems convinced that what she says is true, and that if he never knows she has slept with De Flores she will be innocent of adultery.
More astonishingly still, in the final scene she is prepared to confess that she had Alonzo killed, while lying repeatedly about her sexual exploits in a desperate bid to preserve Alsemero’s belief in her unblemished chastity. It would seem that Beatrice-Joanna has lost all sense of proportion, all moral judgment: that she’s effectively insane. The fact is, however, that she judges herself by the standards of her culture; a culture that treats women as commodities, and whose valuation of people and goods is always changing. She is a native of Alicante in Valencia; but Middleton (who wrote most of the sections of the play in which she appears) seems to have felt that England shared both her double standards and her changefulness.
Two recent English scandals might well have ensured that the play’s first audiences agreed with him. The first is evoked by The Changeling’s Spanish setting. In 1621, parliament tried to persuade King James I to abandon the projected marriage of his son Charles to the Spanish Infanta and go to war with Spain instead. James responded by dissolving parliament and suppressing all public debate about his policies. The second scandal was the murder of Sir Thomas Overbury by the Earl of Somerset – James’s favourite – and his wife Lady Frances Howard, in revenge for Overbury’s vocal opposition to their marriage. The pair were acquitted of murder, despite all the evidence against them, and released from prison in 1622, the year of The Changeling’s first performance. Commentators have identified a number of references in the play to the Overbury murder. What links these two national scandals, however, is the double standards they indicate. At this time in history, Spain could be said to have been both friend and enemy of England, while Somerset and Howard could be said to have been both innocent and guilty, depending on which aspect of their trial you chose to emphasize: the evidence or the verdict. What you held to be ‘true’ in each case was as much a matter of taste as of judgment; and taste interferes with judgment throughout The Changeling.
Robert Carr, Earl of Somerset, and his wife, Frances Howard
Moreover, tastes in the play are always changing; and the speed with which they change is always linked to violence. In the first scene, Alsemero changes his mind about setting sail on a commercial voyage when he catches sight of Beatrice-Joanna; and whereas the day before he was in a ‘violent’ rush to catch the tide, his sudden obsession with the governor’s daughter makes him equally eager to seek out her company. Alsemero’s friend Jasperino describes this new obsession as a ‘venture’, with Beatrice-Joanna and her waiting woman as ‘vessels’ from which both men expect to profit. The women’s status as commercial objects is later confirmed when Alsemero tests Beatrice’s virginity with a drug he has, to ensure he is really getting what he wants. Meanwhile, the ‘violent’ speed with which Beatrice’s father plans to marry her to Alonzo, whom she no longer loves, is what incites her to plot Alonzo’s assassination. Later still, Diaphanta’s sluggishness in executing another plot, this time to deceive Alsemero into thinking Beatrice a virgin, results in her violent death at the hands of De Flores: killing her is the speediest way to keep her under control. After Alonzo’s assassination, his brother Tomazo is so eager to avenge him that he very nearly executes two innocent men. ‘Time’s too precious / To run in waste now,’ he raves when the men are arrested on suspicion of murder; ‘I thirst for’ em, / Like subtle lightning will I wind about ’em, / And melt their marrow in ’em’. His fusion here of the languages of gluttony, commerce, lust and violence is characteristic of the fiercely competitive world in which Beatrice finds herself, where no one is prepared to let anything get in the way of what they wish for.
The central motif of The Changeling is a well-known proverb: one man’s meat is another’s poison. Beatrice’s initial disgust for the servant De Flores has no firmer basis than her spontaneous attraction to Alsemero, or her sudden revulsion for her fiancé Alonzo. As she admits, her hatred for De Flores is
my infirmity,
Nor can I other reason render you,
Than his or hers, of some particular thing
They must abandon as a deadly poison,
Which to a thousand other tastes were wholesome.
Such arbitrary judgments, based on the senses – the superficial glance of an eye, the touch of a tongue – can of course be altered with as little ‘reason’ as they were first arrived at. So Vermandero, Beatrice’s father, can substitute Alsemero for the dead Alonzo as his prospective son in law at a moment’s notice; and Alsemero can expunge Beatrice from his memory at the end with shocking speed when he learns what she has done. If one man’s meat is another’s poison, there is no stable basis for valuation in the world of the play, and it’s scarcely surprising if Beatrice-Joanna bases her sense of her own value on how she appears to the men who judge her, rather than on the intrinsic morality of her actions.
In the seventeenth century, however, Beatrice-Joanna was not the star attraction of The Changeling. The play was better known for its subplot, mostly written by Rowley, in which a young man called Antonio disguises himself as a madman to court Isabella, who is married to the keeper of the local madhouse. Changeling could mean lunatic in the period, so Antonio is one of those referred to in the title; and he assumes that Isabella too is a kind of changeling, in another sense: that she will promptly switch her affections from her husband to her would-be lover when he presses his suit. Isabella’s refusal to be seduced puts her radically at odds with every assumption made about women by the other characters. Her constancy to her jealous husband marks her out as insane by the measures or tastes of the men who court her, and it’s striking that part of her strategy for putting them off is to act like a lunatic herself.
The last scene of the play brings both of its plots together. Isabella’s husband is invited to stage a dance performed by his lunatics at Alsemero’s wedding to Beatrice-Joanna. As it happens, the wedding is called off and the dance never happens; instead Antonio is wrongly arrested for Alonzo’s murder. But Isabella’s description of the inmates of the madhouse neatly summarizes all the cast, with the exception of the speaker. They
act their fantasies in any shapes
Suiting their present thoughts; if sad, they cry;
If mirth be their conceit, they laugh again […]
As their wild fancies prompt ’em.
This is recognizably also a description of Jacobean England, where relations with Spain or the guilt of murderers could be viewed in different ways depending on the ‘wild fancies’ of the powerful. The Changeling’s representation of this situation was once seen by critics as tasteless; but for a long time now its shocking satire has appealed to the tastes of modern audiences, for whom it mirrors the uncertain values, wavering tastes and unstable judgments of the current century.
[Between 2006 and 2016 I wrote a number of short articles for the magazine of Shakespeare’s Globe in London, Around the Globe; I’ve been depositing them on this blog under the category ‘Globe Essays’. This is the seventh, from Summer 2014.]
Giambattista Tiepolo, The Banquet of Cleopatra (1744)
In Antony and Cleopatra Rome is undergoing a crisis of identity. The rapid expansion of the city’s territories has rendered the culture, language and laws of Rome vulnerable to dilution by foreign influences; and in response there has been a rise in xenophobia among the Romans, and a transference of power throughout the republic from the hands of the many to those of the few. The two male rivals in the play, Octavius Caesar and Mark Antony, represent two opposite reactions to the troublingly seductive possibilities offered by the lands that border Rome’s demesnes. Caesar seeks to bring them under control, demonstrating his suitability for the role of dictator-controller with a display of military skill and personal discipline. Antony embraces the culture of the Egyptians with the same easy enthusiasm he shows when crossing class boundaries to drink with his soldiers; and he submits to the charm of the Egyptian queen Cleopatra with the same disdain for rigid gender divisions he showed when he handed over control of his military business to his wife Fulvia, before the play began. Caesar pays lip service to an austere conception of Romanness that associates it with an unwavering commitment to reason and a strict class and gender hierarchy. Antony models himself on his Greek ancestor, the demi-god Hercules: sexually promiscuous, physically powerful, prone to cross-dressing and profoundly unfortunate – in large part because of his tendency to think with his genitals. Caesar ends the play triumphant; but the audience may well feel that the austerely rational version of Rome he stands for has been severely compromised by the nature of his struggle with Antony, and permanently infected by the potent magic of his rival’s Egyptian lover.
The shape of the play mocks Caesar’s version of Rome. Ranging over a vast geographical area from Rome and Greece to Egypt and Syria, the action disperses itself across an astonishing number of short scenes, populated by a host of major and minor characters, and punctuated by excursions into longer set pieces. These long scenes are full of conflict, between Antony and Cleopatra, between Caesar and Antony. The conflicts between the lovers get more volatile as the play goes on, beginning with a mild domestic tiff and culminating in Antony’s violent denunciation of Cleopatra as a traitor. But each squabble ends with a reconciliation, made more moving by the fury that precedes it. Caesar, by contrast, destroys his rivals and antagonists, terminating every contract he draws up in the course of the play. He deposes and imprisons the Roman triumvir Lepidus (who for a while shared power with him and Antony); goes to war with his former ally, Sextus Pompay, who is later assassinated; rewards followers of Antony who desert to his side with a place in the suicidal front rank of his army. At one point Caesar accurately predicts that his reign as the first Roman Emperor will be a ‘time of universal peace’; but Shakespeare leaves us in no doubt as to the ruthless means by which this Golden Age was established.
Nobody in the play has any love for Caesar. Antony, by contrast, is loved by his servants, his soldiers, his lieutenant Enobarbus, his Egyptian lover, even Caesar himself, who weeps for the death of his ‘mate in empire’. But Cleopatra is loved even more than Antony. Pompey the Great and Julius Caesar loved her before Antony did, and the most celebrated speech in the play describes her, on the day she first met Antony, as a version of Venus, the Roman goddess of love, couched in a barge made up of impossibilities. The boat ‘burned on the water’, marrying incompatible elements. Its purple sails did not capture the wind but drew it towards them as if ‘love-sick’. The absurd silver oars did not thrust away the water but made it ‘follow faster, / As amorous of their strokes’. And the boys who fanned Cleopatra’s cheeks succeeded in both heating and cooling them (‘what they undid did’). Inanimate objects were as aroused by this performance as the human onlookers. The boat’s cables swelled in the hands of Cleopatra’s handmaids. Instead of running of their own volition to see the queen, her people found themselves propelled or ejaculated by the city in her direction (‘The city cast / Her people out upon her’). And the whole scene distracted everyone’s attention from the Roman man of power who had come to negotiate with this second Venus: Antony was left alone ‘in the market-place […] Whistling to the air’. The description of this most ‘feminine’ of performances (conceived, performed and staged by women) is given us by the most ‘masculine’ of soldiers, Enobarbus. Contradiction on contradiction composes the verbal picture, from the identity of the speaker, who nowhere else speaks this rhapsodically, to the paradoxes he heaps on one another in an effort to capture the attractions of the queen. The most striking of these paradoxes is that he never does describe her – only her surroundings – so that it is left to the theatre audience to imagine her for themselves. This is a conquest that beggars those of warmongers, bequeathing itself to the imaginations and desires of future city-dwellers as no Emperor ever could.
In the final scene of the play, with Antony dead and Caesar approaching to take control of Egypt, Cleopatra returns imaginatively to the scene of this triumph over Rome. ‘I am again for Cydnus,’ she declares as she prepares for suicide, ‘To meet Mark Antony’. Her death is as sensual as that earlier act of courtship, employing poisonous ‘worms’ to ensure that she dies in a dreamy rapture, undisfigured. Seeing her dead, the usually chilly Caesar is inspired to poetry: ‘she looks like sleep,’ he says, ‘As she would catch a second Antony / In her strong coils of grace’. Like Enobarbus, he has never spoken like this before, and we cannot imagine that he will again. for all his efforts to keep himself ‘pure’, he has been infected by the Egyptian virus; and so too has everyone else who has seen this play.
Giambattista Tiepolo, The Banquet of Cleopatra (1747)
[Between 2006 and 2016 I wrote a number of short articles for the magazine of Shakespeare’s Globe in London, Around the Globe; I’ve been depositing them on this blog under the category ‘Globe Essays’. This is the sixth, from Spring 2012.]
William Holman Hunt, Bianca (1868-9)
The Taming of the Shrew exposes the sheer oddity of what we take for granted: curious conventions, wild assumptions, about gender, geography, family, finance, fashion, and everything else in this world we know so imperfectly.
The action takes place in a nonsense Italy whose cities are all geographically misplaced, and whose inhabitants utter strings of English proverbs while quoting Italian with the inaccuracy of enthusiastic neophytes. Proverbs are the key to their philosophy: neat verbal packages of hackneyed ‘wisdom’, which can be trotted out on any given occasion to sustain their prejudices. One focus of these platitudes is young Bianca, a woman who embodies the ideal of many men, and whose name, meaning ‘white’, seems to confirm her suitors’ assumption that she’s a metaphorical blank sheet of paper ready to be embellished with their most extravagant fancies. When things are going badly, her suitors comfort themselves with homely sayings as if to domesticate their disappointment: ‘our cake’s dough’, they tell each other (it’s failed to rise, i.e. their efforts have fallen flat); ‘there’s small choice in rotten apples’; ‘he that runs fastest gets the ring’ (i.e. there’s everything left to play for in this courtship competition). Lucentio, the most resourceful of Bianca’s suitors, is as ready as anyone to weave clichés around her, dubbing her mild and modest before he’s heard her speak, comparing her to Minerva, goddess of wisdom, when she finds her tongue (though he scarcely seems to hear her: ‘I saw her coral lips to move, / And with her breath she did perfume the air’). This is no land for non-conformists, rebels, wits or original thinkers.
Bianca, meanwhile, seems happy to play along with the suitors’ view of her as a compliant virgin, though there are signs she can change her tune when it happens to suit her. When Lucentio and another suitor, Hortensio, disguise themselves as teachers to get into her house, she tells them ‘I’ll not be tied to hours or ’pointed times, / But learn my lessons as I please myself’; a promise she makes good at the end of the play, when she refuses to respond to her husband’s peremptory summons. And in the end she chooses the suitor who pleases her most, without consulting her father or any other authority. Her name might in fact stand for the perfect blank surface she presents to any man who seeks to uncover her true agenda, her hidden motives.
Elizabeth Taylor as Katherine and Richard Taylor as Petruchio in Franco Zefirelli’s 1967 film of the play.
If proverbs and other clichés, then, can be misleading, so too can the identities to which they claim to supply an insight. In the world of the Shrew, as in the Roman comedies of Terence and Plautus, identities can be swapped or reinvented with amazing ease. Lucentio swaps his with his servant Tranio in order to become Bianca’s teacher, and later they transform a total stranger into Tranio’s father to support these roles. When Hortensio too dons a disguise, neither Bianca’s father nor her oldest suitor Gremio recognizes him, despite the fact that they know him well. Clearly people see what they expect to see in this play. And this is what enrages Bianca’s elder sister, Katherine. From the beginning, she finds herself inscribed as her sister’s opposite, the ‘shrew’ or recalcitrant woman of the title, as if there were only two roles available to women, the obedient bondslave or the termagant. She ties Bianca up to show how she has diminished all women by her ready compliance with male desires, smashes the lute of the fake music-teacher Hortensio over his head when he seeks to make her dance to his tunes, and informs all men who care to listen that ‘I will be free, / Even to the uttermost, as I please, with words’. Yet for all her claims to freedom, she is restricted even more than Bianca in her choice of roles. She is ‘Katherine the curst’, ‘curst Katherine’, ‘wildcat’, ‘devil’, and excluded from conversation or social interaction of any kind, except as a precondition for the release of her attractive sister onto the marriage market. Her father won’t let Bianca marry before Katherine is spoken for; so that Katherine’s contempt of Bianca does not prevent her from being always measured against her sibling. If Bianca were not valued more highly, her father would not have insisted that Katherine be married first; Kate, then, becomes a commodity despite all her attempts to make herself unsaleable. ‘There’s small choice for rotten apples’, as Hortensio might have put it.
Petruchio (Kevin Black) in a Carmel Shakespeare Festival production at the outdoor Forest Theater in Carmel, CA (Oct. 2003)
Which is where Petruchio comes in. A rich man, he does not really need to enter the marriage market, and chooses to do so on his own terms. We first meet him trading aggressive puns with his servant Grumio, suggesting that he values verbal inventiveness more than the deference due to rank. And when he agrees to court Katherine as a favour to his friend Hortensio, it seems to be as a means of discrediting the drab proverbial wisdom that both he and Katherine despise. His first verbal encounter with the ‘shrew’ is a rapid-fire exchange of clever insults and dazzling wordplay which shows them to be singing from the same hymn-sheet – an impression confirmed when the conventionalists later call Petruchio ‘shrew’ and ‘devil’, the names they earlier applied to Katherine. That first meeting ends with Petruchio’s first deployment of his secret weapon, irony: he describes Katherine as a woman like Bianca, a dull bondslave of male fantasy, in blatant contravention of the evidence provided by their brilliant dialogue: ‘thou with mildness entertain’st thy wooers, / With gentle conference, soft and affable’. So absurd and inappropriate is this description that it exposes the male ideal as a blatant fantasy, a chimera no less extravagant than to assert that the sun’s the moon, or that a dignified old male merchant is a shy young girl.
Later, Petruchio coerces Katherine into making just such extravagant assertions. She follows him in greeting Lucentio’s father Vincentio as a ‘young budding virgin’, thus marking her recognition that that the gender conventions which guide her peers – that men should be women’s masters, that fathers deserve to control their daughters’ destinies, that obedient women are more desirable than rebels – are arbitrary constructs, designed to make things more comfortable for men. Such conventions reflect the reality of relations between the sexes no better than Hortensio’s earlier assertion that Bianca is Minerva, goddess of wisdom. So when Katherine trots out a truckload of truisms concerning women, at Petruchio’s command, in the final scene, we can surely have no idea if she is speaking seriously – or whether she has learned instead to wield her husband’s most potent verbal weapon, irony, for her own purposes. What tone is she adopting when she declaims the old worn sayings – as old and worn in Shakespeare’s time as in ours – that a woman’s husband is ‘thy lord, thy life, thy keeper’, or that ‘Such duty as the subject owes the prince, / Even such, a woman oweth to her husband’? Well, this is a comedy of inverted identities where the fantastic nature of hackneyed proverbs and clichés about gender has been relentlessly exposed; so at the very least, we must acknowledge that these lines are unstable, capable of being detached from the material reality of Shakespeare’s Padua as radically as his Padua is detached from the real Italian city after which it is named. And in making this acknowledgement, we’ll have learned something more useful than anything taught to Bianca by her disguised instructors.
Carl Gehrts (1853–1898), Petruccio’s Wedding (1885)
[My mother, who died in September, was interested in death for much of her life. She wrote a number of poems on the subject in the 1970s, some of which were published by Chatto and Windus in a book called Treble Poets 1 (1974). This was intended to be the first in a series, each volume of which would showcase the work of three new or newish poets; the other two here are Stephen Miller and Kit Wright. The editor and sponsor of the projected series was the poet Dennis Enright, who worked with Chatto’s at the time (my mother got to know him at the University of Singapore).
Elizabeth Maslen was the only woman in this inaugural volume, and many of her poems are about women’s experiences, some hers, some those of eccentric friends and relations. In my mother’s lifetime women were, I think, far more closely associated with death than men, being largely responsible for the work and rituals relating to the passage into the next world, just as they were for the work and rituals relating to birth. One of my mother’s poems paints a picture of my Auntie Grace, who was a midwife but loved to pretend she could see ghosts or that she herself was dying or dead. Another takes its origins from memories of her father’s funeral in the early 60s; this was my favourite as a child, and I remembered it as I attended her own funeral. A third focuses on Yorick, the dead clown from Hamlet, about whom she later wrote a fine essay (‘Yorick’s Place in Hamlet,’ Essays and Studies 36 (1983), pp. 1–13). All have a rich vein of fantasy running through them, which gives me the excuse I need to put them here.
I love the theatrical vein that runs through all these meditations, too, the frequent laughter in the face of pain, and the sense of human life as alternating light and shadow, each complementing the other. The latter theme led me to include here one poem which is not about death – though it is about the death-bird, the owl – because I remember exactly the tawny owl in question. We often saw it from our kitchen window being mobbed by smaller birds in the daylight as it waited for the welcome return of darkness. The owl in the poem is also a man, who is drawn to darkness rather than sunlight by his disposition; and darkness has rarely seemed so welcoming, for me, as it is in the final stanza.
The picture I’ve put at the head of the post is one I drew for my mother after her death, featuring Saint Francis and the Wolf of Gubbio, which could be interpreted as a fable about making friends with death.]
***
A Visit to Grannie
I love to sit and chat to her
– Her old wise head
Nodding and clicking
Bone on bone…
Swinging my bag at
Each leap of the
Churchyard stones,
Banging the door
Of the family tomb
– I’ve jerked her awake again
But she never complains –
Kissing her dear dead yawn.
I open my bag and pour out
What I’ve brought her
– The latest neurosis,
An ultramodern grievance –
And the light peeks through
Those honest eyes,
Through her kindly smiling jaw.
When I come away
I always feel better:
Grannie, you’re so much wiser
Than we are.
In a Folk Museum
Here is the skull
Of an old wise women
With holes for the eyes
Lips brain and nose –
They called it her cauldron.
Just a joke: because
She dosed everyone
With the lore she brewed there
– Sometimes she forced it
On surly folk – but they all lived
To thank her.
And when this soldier
– The photo over there –
Broke in to rob her
All she said was
‘I keep my valuables
In my head’ – you’ll notice
Where the bone has been shattered.
Of course he found nothing
Inside the hole – they caught him
Still scrabbling for loot,
Cursing and shouting that he’d been tricked
– They say you could have sworn
That the dead lips twitched:
She was always one for smiling.
But the children began weeping
Outside in the sun; and asked
Who in the world would help them,
Now she was gone.
Yorick
The clown of many faces
Stands at my elbow
And interprets laughing
Life’s moon phases.
Pain is parody, he sings,
As wings sprout and he hops
To chirp to the morning’s birth;
Heartbeats stop
And stand: but he’s still there
Grimacing at the grotesque
Farce of laboured air, shambles to where
The bones gamble, themselves
At stake, mocks at the losers.
No one collects, they toss the coin
To Yorick, still grinning lipless
Lidless, though the jest is not
As he chooses.
The clown of many phases
Disintegrates in laughter;
Only the grin lies unchanged
For some time after.
When Father Died
When father died the neighbours stood upon their heads
And sang strange songs they never sang before;
They greeted his corpse in fancy dress
And changed their faces as they came through the door.
It was exorcism in hallowe’en guise:
Change face, sing strange, death will unknow me –
Death must be mad to send year-patterns skidding –
A burlesque will comfort the family.
A business friend came as a necrophile,
He and the corpse grinned gaping affection.
Every death’s day he visits one, he says,
To gather grimaces for his collection.
A veteran lawnmower went gay about the box:
He didn’t know anything was wrong until
He saw a coffin knock at our front door,
Heard the curtain’s last rattle on the window sill.
Sisters and brothers tumbled in and out
Singing how much money, weren’t you with him at the end?
Singing poor dear Lizzie, remember all the rows,
The stabs at his serenity? – we tease you as old friends.
We were rather confused, we were playing it straight,
(The lilies gave the death-smell blow for blow)
This fantasy lifted the minds from our heads,
The corpse played grotesque – on with the show!
‘Stand in a circle, chant, chant, chant,
Catch a clod of earth and pop it on a plate,
Keep well covered and serve thoroughly chilled –
The result is excellent bait.’
When it was all over, we resumed our faces,
Stood decorously up, observed the rules.
Living is serious, solemn as a suburb,
Death belongs to fools.
Night Bird
They whisper to him,
Night and silence –
Glass in hand, smoke-hazed,
He hears lips half-imagined
Speaking more clearly
Than all those puppet mouths
Of sunlit prisms.
Twilight creature,
Dazed by the creaking mob
Of four-square starlings
Dragging their shadows
Carelessly over the ground,
Dusting them shamelessly,
Eyes on the lurid wax of a
Moulded sun.
But as it melts,
Smudging the evening trees,
Shadows
So much more eloquent
Tiptoe to meet him laughing,
Softly greet him –
These are his friends.
So stoically he sits out
The light, enduring it till it
Ends, till darkness blends
Into the fluid rhythms
Of the night.
Old Aunt
She is very old now.
She has died many times
Since I was a child.
I recall
Countless occasions
When she has played her big scene,
Ably stage-managed
By herself, the protagonist.
I have seen her yellow
Life-drained eyes rolling in hollows,
Carried up to die
On my grandmother’s old brass bed –
It has to be a bed of character for such a scene.
I have heard my mother,
Mellow-voiced, trying to reach her
With a favourite song –
She has always been deaf –
My other aunt downstairs
Thrashing the piano to greater efforts
To support the distant singing.
I have seen my grandmother,
Anxious, exasperated,
Not sure which reaction
Is justified.
(We, the audience, slightly ridiculous:
Is it farce or tragedy?
The conclusion holds the clue.)
So far she has always recovered,
Come down laughing shrilly,
Head wagging, jokes endlessly repeated
On a semi-sane theme,
Reassuring us as we realise
It has been a comedy again.
We find it hard
To define the play beforehand,
As she never shows us the script.
Maybe she doesn’t know either:
She always says, when old age is over,
She will be all right.
Which is either very profound,
Or not profound at all.
It will be very strange, shocking almost,
When our long-customed comedian
Tries a different role.
But perhaps
They will let her play it extempore,
Not worry her with painful conning
Of her part. I hope so:
She has so long parodied the life-death theme,
Has comforted us by being ridiculous,
That we should prefer her last performance
To be in character.
[I wrote this essay in 2002 and never got around to placing it in a journal. It deals with two ‘lost’ plays, as explained in the opening paragraph, and so finds a home in this blog; and it explores a topic that took centre stage in my book, Shakespeare and Comedy: the early modern War of the Theatres, which eventually led to the closing of all English theatres in the middle of the Seventeenth Century. Its most interesting element is, I think, the discussion of the concept of ‘delight’ as a key word in early modern literary-theatrical theory. I’d be interested to hear your reaction!]
The Swan Theatre, 1596, by Aernout van Buchel, after a sketch by Johannes de Witt.
My purpose here is to trace links between two plays, both of which might be described as in some sense “lost,” and both of which concern themselves more or less directly with the Elizabethan censorship system and the ongoing theatrical controversy in early modern England. The first is a play whose script has disappeared entirely: the anonymous Play of Plays, performed in 1581 or 1582 and described in some detail by the anti-theatrical polemicist Stephen Gosson in one of his pamphlets.[i] The second is Sir Thomas More, whose script we possess but which seems never to have been performed, and whose status as a “lost” play depends on the tendency of its readers until recently to treat it as a loose bundle of fragments incapable of theatrical presentation. The second of these plays has been the subject of scholarly investigation on two counts: first, because the manuscript provides the best evidence we have of the working methods of the Master of the Revels, the chief censor of plays under Elizabeth I; and secondly, because one short passage in the manuscript appears to be in the hand of William Shakespeare.[ii] The first play, on the other hand, has never before been discussed at any length. I shall suggest here that a careful study of what we know about The Play of Plays may tell us a great deal about the thinking that lay behind Sir Thomas More, and that this can help to salvage the later play as a coherent artistic project, albeit a collective one. I shall also propose that a study of the two plays together throws new light on the first phase of the Elizabethan theatrical controversy, and that this is a topic which deserves much more attention than it has yet received. I shall begin my case by scrutinizing The Play of Plays in context, and shall not arrive at Sir Thomas More until the end; but the contextual details are important if we are to come to an understanding of either play. And I hope by the end to have opened a substantial new window onto the imaginative landscape of mid-Elizabethan culture, where censors, polemicists, playwrights and poets engaged in an energetic exchange which helped prepare the ground for the great dramatic achievements of the 1590s and 1600s.
What we know about the Play of Plays can be rapidly summarized. The sole surviving mention of the play occurs in Stephen Gosson’s brilliant anti-theatrical polemic Playes Confuted in Five Actions (1582), which describes it only to put it down. But we can get a pretty good idea of its contents from Gosson’s account, and this account provides a vital key to the way playwrights and players were thinking about the theater in the age of Peele, Greene, Kyd and Marlowe. This was a period of intense debate about the morality or otherwise of the dramatic art.[iii] The debate was at its most heated between the mid-1570s, when the first purpose-built playhouses were erected in the suburbs of London, and the late 1580s. We know a good deal about the anti-theatrical side of the controversy, since all its major documents seem to have survived: among them John Northbrooke’s tract against Vaine Playes and Enterluds (1577), the anonymous pamphlet A Second and Third Blast of Retrait from Plaies and Theaters (1580), Philip Stubbes’s The Anatomie of Abuses (1583), and William Rankins’s A Mirrour of Monsters (1587).[iv] But we have surprisingly little evidence of how the players reacted to this moralistic onslaught. Only two responses exist, and neither was written by players. These are Thomas Lodge’s defence of poetry, hastily printed in 1579 and suppressed at once, and Philip Sidney’s Apology for Poetry, written in about 1580 but not printed until 1595.[v] Four major interventions by the players have been lost, all of which are mentioned by Stephen Gosson in his polemics: two prose defences of the theater, Straunge Newes out of Affrick and Honest Excuses; a scene in Robert Wilson’s play The Three Ladies of London, which is absent from the edition of the play printed in 1584; and The Play of Plays.[vi] It is tempting to ascribe the loss of these texts to a strenuous campaign to control the theater, which had been waged by the Mayor and corporation of the City of London since at least 1574.[vii] After all, the apparent censorship of Lodge’s defence suggests that other defences may have been censored too.[viii] But despite every effort to suppress the players’ voices, the ghost of The Play of Plays lives on – ironically enough, in the detailed synopsis of it supplied by its most stringent critic. And it seems to me that this synopsis constitutes one of the best pieces of evidence we possess about the players’ side of the early Elizabethan theatrical controversy.
Anon, the Globe Theatre
The Play of Plays and Honest Recreation
Gosson’s synopsis occurs in the fourth of the five “Actions” he brings against plays in Playes Confuted. It is described in the margin as “The su[b]stance of the play of playes written in theire owne defence”:
The Author of the playe of playes, spreading out his battel to hemme me in, is driuen to take so large a compasse, that his array is the thinner, and therefore the easier, to be broken. He tyeth Life and Delight so fast together, that if Delight be restrained, Life presently perisheth; there, zeale perceyuing Delight to be embraced, of Life, puttes a snafle in his mouth, to keepe him vnder, Delight beinge bridled, Zeale leadeth life through a wildernesse of lothsomenesse, where Glutte scarreth them all, chasinge both Zeale and Delight from Life, and with the clubbe of amasednesse strikes such a pegge into the heade of Life, that he falles downe for dead vpon the Stage.
Life being thus fainte, and ouertrauailed, destitute of his guyde, robbed of Delight, is readie to giue vp the Ghost, in the same place, then entereth Recreation, which with musicke and singing rockes Life a sleepe to recouer his strength.
By this meanes Tediousnesse is driuen from Life, and the teinte is drawne out of his heade, which the clubbe of amasednes left behinde.
At last Recreation setteth vp the Gentleman vpon his feete, Delight is restored to him againe, and suche kinde of sportes for cullices are brought in to nourishe him, as none but Delight must applye to his stomache. Then time beinge made for the benefite of Life, and Life being allowed to followe his appetite, amongst all manner of pastimes, Life chooseth Commedies, for his Delight, partly because Commedies are neither chargable to the beholders purse, nor painful to his body; partly, because he may sit out of the raine to viewe the same, when meany other pastimes are hindred by wether. Zeale is no more admitted to Life before he be somewhat pinchte in the wast, to auoyde extremitie, and being not in the end simply called Zeale but Moderate Zeale a fewe conditions are prescribed to Comedies, that the matter be purged, deformities blazed, sinne rebuked, honest mirth intermingled, and fitte time for the hearing of the same appointed, Moderate Zeale is contented to suffer them, who ioyneth with delight to direct life againe, after which he triumphes ouer Death and is crowned with eternitie.[ix]
Gosson offers further details of the piece elsewhere in his treatise. The full title of the play seems to have been “The Playe of Playes and Pastimes” (p. 189). Earlier he tells us that it was performed at the Theater, and that he saw the performance on “the three and twentieth of Februarie last” (p. 169) – perhaps in 1582, since Plays Confuted was probably written by April of that year.[x] Gosson adds that though it promises English comedies “shalbe… purged” (p. 169), ThePlay of Plays itself stands in most need of purging, since it includes “a baudie song of a maide of Kent, and a litle beastly speech, of the new stawled roge, both which I am compelled to burie in silence, being more ashamed to vtter them, then they” (p. 170). Finally, towards the end of the fourth Action Gosson tells us that The Play of Plays makes “sorowe an enemie to delight without distinction” (p. 184). This sounds as if there were an additional character named “Sorrow” in the interlude, perhaps a companion of the vice-figure “Glutte” who drives a peg into Life’s head and leaves him for dead on the stage. It is unclear, too, whether “Glutte” is the same as “Tediousnesse,” who is driven from Life by the healing powers of Recreation. But two things, at least, are perfectly clear from the synopsis. The first is that the plot of ThePlay of Plays derives ultimately from an early humanist interlude by John Redford, Wit and Science. The second is that it defends the theater – and comedy in particular – in terms not unlike those employed in the surviving contemporary defences of poetry by Lodge and Sidney.
Redford’s play was probably written between 1530 and 1534, when he was Master of St. Paul’s School, for performance by the choristers, perhaps at court.[xi] It survives only in a single damaged manuscript, but was well enough known in Elizabeth’s reign to inspire at least two dramatic imitations: the anonymous The Marriage of Wit and Science (before 1569), performed like Redford’s play by children; and Francis Merbury’s The Marriage between Wit and Wisdom (before 1579), possibly performed at Cambridge.[xii] But the play’s influence goes further than this. Its presence can be detected in John Lyly’s celebrated prose fiction, Euphues: The Anatomy of Wit (1578); two versions of it at least are invoked in Anthony Munday’s play Sir Thomas More (c. 1593); and it supplies the basic plot of the anonymous academic comedy The Pilgrimage to Parnassus (1599).[xiii] In fact, Redford’s interlude has few rivals for the title of most imitated play of the sixteenth century.
The interlude is an allegory of the humanist pedagogic programme – an appropriate topic if it was written for performance by boys – and focuses on the favorite humanist theme of the vital relationship between hard work and carefully chosen leisure-time activity. This theme was taken up with eloquence by English educationalists from Thomas Elyot to Roger Ascham, and became central to defences of poetry, fiction and the theater throughout the sixteenth century. The chief concern of the humanists in devising curricula for the children of the nobility was to “declare an induction or meane, howe children of gentill nature or disposition may be trayned in to the way of vertue with a pleasant facilitie” – in other words, how to make schoolwork attractive.[xiv] To this end the humanists considered it “very expedient that there be mixte with studie some honest and moderate disporte, or at the lest way recreation, to recomforte and quicken the vitall spirites, leste they longe travailyng, or beinge moche occupied in contemplation or remembrance of things grave and seriouse, moughte happen to be fatigate, or perchance oppressed.”[xv] Redford’s Wit and Science offers itself as an example of Elyot’s “honest and moderate disporte, or… recreation,” an integral part of the training of its young performers. And to make its point it includes a character called Honest Recreation, who was to become a central player in the first English war of the theaters during the 1570s and 80s, and in this capacity found her way (as “Recreation”) into the lost Play of Plays.
Wit and Science begins with Wit (whose name here means something like “natural intellectual aptitude”), having been betrothed to Science (“knowledge”), setting out on a journey to marry her with the blessing of her father, Reason.[xvi] On the way he is attacked by the monster Tediousness, who drives off his two travelling companions, Study and Diligence, and kills him with a club. Honest Recreation then enters with her companions Comfort, Quickness, and Strength, and together they sing a song which miraculously revives Wit from the dead. But the revived Wit so enjoys the company of Honest Recreation that he refuses to return to his studies, and soon falls in with Idleness, who lulls him to sleep and swaps his coat for the fool’s garb of her son Ignorance. In his new foolish guise, Wit finds himself mocked and rejected by his fiancée Science; he is beaten by Shame and asks and obtains forgiveness from Reason. He attacks Tediousness once more, with the aid of Study, Diligence and a new companion, Instruction, and this time succeeds in killing him at the foot of Mount Parnassus, from the top of which Science witnesses his victory. At last Wit is free to marry Science, on one condition (imposed by her mother Experience): he must use her well, that is, “Unto Godes honor, and profyt both / Of you and your neybowre” (p. 218, ll. 1059-60); otherwise he will find himself divorced and punished.
Up to the point of Wit’s death ThePlay of Plays follows Redford’s plot closely, replacing the name “Wit” with “Life,” retaining the club-wielding monster Tediousness (or Glutte) and the singer Recreation, and adding a new element in Zeal’s bridling of Delight. Moreover, the song sung by Redford’s Honest Recreation may have given the later author a hint for one of the key arguments in his defence of the theater. Honest Recreation revives Wit by addressing stanzas to each of his lost senses: the third stanza urges him to “Gyve an eare to Honest Recreation,” the fourth to “Gyve an eye,” and the fifth to “Gyve an hand” (pp. 191-2, ll. 225-60). In the same way, Gosson tells us that the “strongest reason” given by the Play of Plays for tolerating the theater is precisely that appeal to the senses for which it was condemned by its critics: “because wee haue eares to heare, eyes to see, and so foorth, Comedies presenting delight to both, are not so rashly to bee condemned” (pp. 189-90). The echo of Christ’s parable of the sower (“He that hath ears to hear, let him hear,” Luke 8. 8) lends biblical authority to the play’s endorsement of the acquisition of instruction by way of the senses: Christ did it in his parables, so why shouldn’t we follow his example in our plays? The argument is familiar from Sidney’s Apology for Poetry, and the same term, “delight,” takes centre stage in both Sidney’s and the play’s defences of comedy.[xvii]
But after Life’s resuscitation by song The Play of Plays seems to have parted company with Wit and Science. The changes made by its author are clearly calculated to erase from its defence of the theatre any shadow of the ambiguity towards the performing arts which was present in the interlude. Ambiguity is, in fact, one of the most striking features of Redford’s play. The theme comes to prominence as soon as Wit is revived from the dead, when Wit at once abandons his pursuit of Science and transfers his attention to the woman who revived him, Honest Recreation. To win her love he throws aside the garments sent him as a love-token by Science and launches into a vigorous dance – a “galyard” – before collapsing exhausted into the lap of Idleness. There follows an acrimonious debate between Honest Recreation and Idleness as they compete for Wit’s affections. Each woman accuses the other of being a whore, and as their debate becomes more heated its language begins to sound more and more like that of Elizabethan anti-theatrical polemic. Wit urges the two women to “declare” or describe themselves for him so that he can choose between them; Honest Recreation replies that their names alone should inform him about their natures; but the response of Idleness is to claim that they have both been misnamed:
Cawlyst thow thy sealfe Honest Recreacion,
Ordryng a poore man after thys facion,
To lame hym thus, and make his lymmes fayle
Evyn wyth the swyngyng there of thy tayle?
The dyvyll set fyre one the! For now must I,
Idlenes, hele hym agayne, I spye.
I must now lull hym, rock hym, and frame hym
To hys lust agayne, where thow dydst lame hym. (p. 196, ll. 357-64)
Here Idleness transforms dancing – prescribed by Sir Thomas Elyot in The Boke Named The Governour (1531) as the perfect “honest… recreation” for the young aristocrat – into a wild orgy in which Wit has exhausted his sexual energies, and sets herself up as his only true physician, capable of restoring him – as her rival is not – to his former prowess. She then proceeds to accuse Honest Recreation of encouraging every kind of illegal activity in her adherents, from gambling to prostitution:
Mark her dawnsyng, her maskyng and mummyng.
Where more concupyscence then ther cummyng?
Her cardyng, her dycyng, dayly and nyghtlye –
Where fynd ye more falcehod then there? Not lyghtly…
As for her syngyng, pypyng, and fydlyng,
What unthryftynes therin is twydlyng!
Serche the tavernes and ye shall here cleere
Such bawdry as bestes wold spue to heere.
And yet thys is kald Honest Recreacion,
And I, poore Idlenes, abhomynacion.
But whych is wurst of us twayne, now iudge Wyt. (p. 196, ll. 372-85)
Honest Recreation is taken completely off her guard: Idleness has stolen all the arguments by which she could have distinguished herself from her unruly counterpart. The vice has, in fact, effectively swapped natures with Honest Recreation, describing Honest Recreation as if she were Idleness and setting herself up as Wit’s defender as if she had been personally responsible for his resuscitation. In reply, Honest Recreation can do no more than point this out before abandoning Wit to her enemy’s mercy:
she, lo, drawes
Her sort to abuse myne honest games,
And therby full falsly my name defames.
Under the name of Honest Recreacion
She bryngth in all her abhomynacion,
Dystroyng all wytes that her imbrace,
As youre-selfe shall see wyth-in short space. (p. 197, ll. 408-14)
As we have seen, her prophecy is fulfilled all too soon: Wit is transformed by the simplest of tricks into Ignorance and almost loses his identity for good. But even at the end of the play, when Wit marries Science and a comic resolution seems inevitable, Redford continues to emphasize the precariousness of Wit’s position – the ease with which he could lapse again into folly, and the strenuous efforts required to keep to the path of learning.
In Wit and Science the marriage of native intelligence with knowledge is a highly volatile union, hemmed in with threats and temptations, and young scholars need to be constantly inspecting themselves in the mirror of Reason if they are to avoid complacency and moral collapse. The point is made still more strenuously by Redford’s imitator Francis Merbury, whose play The Marriage between Wit and Wisdom (1579) transforms Idleness into a protean male Vice, a self-confessed “mummer” or actor (p. 30, l. 710ff.) who adopts successive disguises – as a pimp called Honest Recreation, a doctor called Due Disport, a veteran soldier turned ratcatcher, a beggar turned thief, and a priest – in his efforts to ensnare the play’s gullible protagonist. In Merbury’s reworking of Redford’s plot, Wit is tricked by Idleness and his fellow vices not once but three times before finally wedding Wisdom. The world is a stage positively bustling with masked criminals, whose plots to con the innocent – and the not-so-innocent – out of their honesty and their income offer an endless fund of dramatic situations to be plundered by the resourceful playwright.
But the ease with which Honest Recreation can lead to Idleness, and with which the two can be confused with one another, were clearly not subjects the author of The Play of Plays wished to dwell on. He therefore chose to follow the example not of Merbury, who multiplies the confusions of Redford’s play, but of the anonymous author of The Marriage of Wit and Science (1570). In this earlier adaptation Honest Recreation (named simply “Recreation,” as in The Play of Plays) never gets confused with Idleness – indeed, the two never share the stage at any point in the action. Wit is accompanied by a talkative page named Will, who might have given the author of the Play the idea for his character Delight. Wit twice succumbs to despair, which again might have suggested to the Play’s author the notion of having Life succumb to Sorrow and be revived by comedy (laughter was deemed by early modern physicians to be the best cure for melancholy).[xviii] And the action ends with Wit’s triumph as well as his marriage: “true report,” Science tells him, “shall sende abrode, your everlasting name” (l. 1537). But The Play of Plays ends more triumphantly still, without a shadow of ambiguity to cast a pall over Life’s happiness. After Life’s defeat by the monster Tediousness, Recreation lulls him into a healing sleep, then leads him to a reunion with an unbridled yet unquestionably virtuous Delight. The two companions choose to beguile the time by watching instructive comedies, of which The Play of Plays is presumably intended to be a model example; and the play ends with a general celebration, in which Life “triumphes ouer Death and is crowned with eternitie.” The ending seems more suitable for a Divine Comedy than a humble interlude, and this is presumably the aspect of the play to which Gosson is referring when he says that the author has been driven to over-extend his “compasse” (p. 181). Here Life comes perilously close to being identified with Christ, who described himself as the “life” in the Gospels; and the parallel is clearly an intentional one, since the playwright’s point is that plays can serve as an instrument for setting their audiences on the path to eternal life. The author does retain elements of the conditional ending of Wit and Science; but instead of being imposed on Life, conditions in The Play of Plays are imposed on the comic genre to which it belongs.
This would have come as no surprise to the play’s audience. The notion that comedy needed to be subject to careful regulation was familiar to many of them from the works of Horace and the late classical critic Donatus, both of whom they would have encountered at school. Horace’s Ars poetica and Donatus’ preface to Terence explain that both Greek and Roman comedy had fallen foul of the authorities at certain junctures in their history, and had only been permitted to return to the stage after laws had been passed to keep them under control.[xix] Most Elizabethan accounts of theatrical history implied that these laws were imposed on comedy from without, by the presiding urban government at the time in question. In The Play of Plays, by contrast, comedy is self-regulating, voluntarily collaborating with Life, Delight and Moderate Zeal to draw up the terms by which it will be governed: “that the matter be purged, deformities blazed, sinne rebuked, honest mirth intermingled, and fitte time for the hearing of the same appointed.” The author of The Play of Plays is scrupulously careful to exempt his protagonist, Life, and his companions, Delight and Comedy, from the kinds of humiliation to which Redford’s Wit was subjected. Where Wit resembles one of the headstrong young lovers from the comedies of Plautus or Terence, Life is a hero and reaps, in the end, a hero’s reward.
The Globe Theatre Restored, by Diego Delso: delso.photo, License CC BY-SA
Delight and its kinds
But the author’s efforts to extricate the theater from ambiguity are most apparent in his treatment of Life’s companion, Delight. The term “delight” itself would have been morally ambiguous for the Elizabethans. It could be used to translate two superficially similar but morally antagonistic concepts: those of voluptas, sensual pleasure or voluptuousness, and delectatio, innocent pleasure. Both the link and the distinction between these two concepts can be aptly illustrated from Cicero’s celebrated oration in defence of a poet, Pro Archia poeta, which influenced every defence of poetry and the theater from Petrarch to Sidney. Before launching into a praise of the arts practised by his client, Cicero is careful to insist on his own exemption from charges of voluptas so that he can freely confess to his pleasure in poetry. “I am a votary of literature,” he declares, “and make the confession unashamed; shame belongs rather to the bookish recluse, who does not know how to apply his reading to the good of his fellows… But what shame should be mine… who have made it a rule of my life for all these years never to allow the sweets of a cloistered ease or the seductions of pleasure [voluptas] or the enticements of repose to prevent me from helping any man in the hour of his need?”[xx] His point made, Cicero embarks on his encomium of poetry, which leads him at one point into a passage where Sidney found hints for his Apology: “these [i.e. literary studies] give stimulus to our youth and diversion to our old age; they add charm to success, and offer a haven of consolation to failure; in the home they delight us [delectant domi], while beyond our doors they do not get in the way.”[xxi] For Cicero, delectatio would seem to be a private experience and an invaluable adjunct to public action. Voluptas, on the other hand, is shamelessly open – one might say, exhibitionist – and encourages only torpor.
Most Elizabethan representations of Delight before Sidney depict it as voluptas, a vice: the “Unbrydelyd will” which draws young men fresh from school to “luste and pleasure.”[xxii] In the interlude The Trial of Treasure, for instance – published in 1567 – the Vice Inclination encourages the young man Lust in his career as an attendant on “Lady Delectation.”[xxiii] Throughout the play Lust embraces good fellowship and merry-making, while his drably virtuous counterpart Just insists that only solemnity has any value. Just takes as his motto “the wise man’s sentence” that “It is better in the house of mourning to be / Than in the house of laughter, where folly hath residence” (p. 208); and twice in the course of the interlude he and his companions savagely bridle Inclination so that, as the Vice tells the audience, “I cannot make you any more sport” (p. 224). There is clearly something inconsistent about putting on an interlude which claims to be “merry” (p. 207) while setting aggressive constraints on the chief purveyor of laughter in the play. The Play of Plays draws attention to this inconsistency by representing the unbridling of Delight as essential to its own functioning as a comedy, as well as to Life itself. Indeed, the play as Gosson describes it sounds in this respect like a self-conscious revision of The Trial of Treasure, as the only surviving interlude in which a Vice is bridled. Where Just insists that virtue dwells in “the house of mourning,” The Play of Plays makes “sorowe an enemie to delight without distinction,” thus anticipating the medical opinion of Shakespeare’s Sir Toby Belch and his confederates: “I’m sure care’s an enemy to life.”[xxiv]
The role of Delight in the play may also have been suggested, at least in part, by one of the most influential poetic accounts of censorship in the early Elizabethan period: George Gascoigne’s satirical pamphlet The Steele Glas (1576).[xxv] Delight plays a major part in Gascoigne’s satire, but again as voluptas, whose operations do irreparable damage to the reputation of contemporary verse. At the same time, Gascoigne links the escapades of Delight very closely with the Elizabethan system of literary censorship; and it is the nature of this link that the author of The Play of Plays is particularly concerned to modify.
The first part of Gascoigne’s pamphlet consists of a satire in blank verse, which opens with a brief allegory based on Ovid’s tale of the rape and mutilation of Philomene, describing and explaining the hostile reception of Gascoigne’s two earlier collections of poetry among a certain section of their readership. This hostility led to the withdrawal of the second collection in 1576, on the orders of “the Q. M. Commisioners” – presumably the ecclesiastical Court of High Commission responsible for the policing of non-dramatic printed texts under Elizabeth I.[xxvi] In The Steele Glas Gascoigne responds to this act of censorship by representing himself as a latter-day Philomene, whose innocent songs or verses have been appropriated by certain malevolent readers – descendants of the original Philomene’s rapist, King Tereus – as an open invitation to “unbridled lust.” The chief of these readers is a nobleman called “vayne Delight,” who marries Gascoigne’s Procne figure – “pleasant Poesys” – then lusts after her sister Satyra (representing both Gascoigne and Satire) and rapes her (pp. 144-5). The rapist’s assistant Slander then accuses Satire/Gascoigne of having “entist Delyght, to love and luste,” and Delight himself cuts out her tongue “with Raysor of Restraynte” (p. 146). In Gascoigne’s version of things, then, delight-as-voluptas is forced on poetry and satire by perverse readers, and the censorship to which he himself was subjected – whether he means censorship in the modern, specific sense of intervention by the state authorities, or simply harsh judgement – is a tyrannical act of injustice worthy of Tereus himself. And towards the end of his pamphlet Gascoigne proposes that the perpetrators of this injustice learn to restrain themselves before restraining others: that is, that they control their own wayward sexual impulses before censoring the inoffensive texts or tongues of the writers who are subject to their authority.
The second part of the pamphlet is given over to another retelling of Ovid’s fable of Philomene – a fairly close verse translation from the Metamorphoses. But this is stitched together with another allegory in a different meter, which is clearly designed as a continuation of The Steele Glas. The poet goes wandering in Spring, like so many of his predecessors, and hears the nightingale-Philomene lamenting the diminishment of her status among songbirds in recent years. The unhappy bird then launches into a song, the first part of which the poet transcribes traditionally enough: “Tereu, Tereu… fy, fy, fy, fy, fy… Jug, Jug, Jug” (p. 180). But she adds an unexpected coda to the song: “Nemesis, Nemesis.” The poet wishes he knew what the notes signify, then falls asleep and finds himself visited by an obliging commentator: a woman who holds a whip in one hand and a bridle in the other, and introduces herself as Nemesis or “Just revenge” (p. 181). It is Nemesis who retells the story of Philomene, this time as an illustration of the retribution to which “lechers lust” is subject. Afterwards she explains that the bridle she holds is a “brydle for desire” (p. 205), warning unruly noblemen to restrain their impulse to seduce or rape their inferiors, for fear of reprisals. In his pamphlet, then, Gascoigne turns the tables on his censors – or as he puts it, reproves the deeds of his “Reprovers.”[xxvii] The powerful figures who arbitrate over Elizabethan poetry – figures collectively characterized as “vaine Delight” – are themselves the source of the corruption they identify in the poets. They are therefore in greater need of the services of an unrestrained poetry, with its unique ability to deliver instruction and rebuke in palatable form, than poetry is in need of their services as judges or censors. Gascoigne is perfectly willing to acknowledge that poetry may be exploited to incite its readers to lust; but he shifts the blame for this incitement from the poet to the reader; and this is very close to the position adopted by the writer of The Play of Plays.
In The Trial of Treasure, the bridle represented an act of censorship imposed on the slippery Vice Inclination. In The Steele Glas it was used to restrain the dirty minds of Gascoigne’s own censors. By the time it was introduced into The Play of Plays, then, the bridle was a familiar metaphor for censorial restraint, central to the debate over how far the liberty of poets and playwrights needed to be kept in check by authoritarian intervention. And this becomes particularly interesting when we remember that The Play of Plays was written at a time when new powers of censorship were being granted to the Master of the Revels, Edmund Tilney.[xxviii] In December 1581 the Queen gave Tilney a special commission authorizing him:
to warne commaunde and appointe in all places within this our Realme of England… all and every plaier or plaiers with their playmakers, either belonginge to any noble man or otherwise, bearinge the name or names of usinge the facultie of playmakers or plaiers of Comedies, Tragedies, Enterludes or what other showes soever, from tyme to tyme and at all tymes to appeare before him with all suche plaies, Tragedies, Comedies or showes as they shall have in readines or meane to sett forth, and them to presente and recite before our said Servant or his sufficient deputie, whom wee ordeyne appointe and aucthorise by these presentes of all suche showes, plaies, plaiers and playmakers, together with their playing places, to order and reforme, auctorise and put downe, as shalbe thought meete or unmeete unto himselfe or his said deputie in that behalfe.[xxix]
This commission was probably designed both to improve the quality of the drama offered at court and to ensure that the court had superior authority over the theaters to that of the City of London. We cannot be sure of the exact date of The Play of Plays, but presuming that it was performed in the February of 1581 or 1582 it may well have been conceived as an intervention in an ongoing discussion about the appropriate means of exercising control over plays. Its major contribution is to decriminalize Delight – to change its status from voluptas to delectatio – by demonstrating the validity of its release from the restraints appropriate for a Vice. At the same time it proposes, like Gascoigne’s Steele Glas, that the figure who imposed that unjust punishment on an innocent victim should himself be subject to restraint, as the alteration of his name from Zeal to Moderate Zeal implies. The name “Zeal,” with its connotations of religious enthusiasm, may even have identified Delight’s accuser as a personification of the notoriously zealous City of London. If so, the putting down of a character who was possibly as hypocritical and certainly as self-righteous as his successor, Ben Jonson’s Zeal-of-the Land Busy, would have been doubly attractive to the audience in the Theater, which had been threatened with closure so often by the City authorities.[xxx]
Stephen Gosson – who appealed both to the City authorities and to the Privy Council in his attacks on the stage[xxxi] – certainly saw himself as one of the play’s targets, embodying as he did an anti-theatrical zeal that became increasingly immoderate as the years went by. His response to the Play’s celebration of Delight was to launch into one of his most brilliant logical confutations. Like Cicero in Pro Archia he distinguishes between two different kinds of delight; but where Cicero distinguished these primarily on the basis of their function, Gosson insists that there is an essential difference between them. “You must consider,” he writes, “that there are two sortes of delight, the one belonging to the bodie, the other to the minde, that, is carnall, this spirituall” (p. 183). For Gosson, carnal delight appeals to the senses and emotions and therefore suppresses reason, while spiritual delight is rational, being “the operation of vertue consisting in a meditation of the life to come purchased to us by the bloode of Christ, and reveiled for our comforte in the word of God” (p. 184). Carnal delight, which is what drama deals in, should therefore be shunned; spiritual delight sought out.
Gosson’s distinction between the two kinds of delight is not, however, as clear as he would like it to be. He defines as an acceptable form of delight, for instance, “Sorrowe as it is remembred when it is paste, considering with our selves that wee were in trouble and escaped it” (p. 185) – a sensation it would be hard to describe as “spiritual.” And towards the end of his discussion he is forced to acknowledge that God’s creation is specifically designed to encourage certain forms of carnal delight: “the creatures of God,” he writes, “may be used both for necessity, and for delight, so farre foorth as they are referred to that ende, for which they were made” (p. 190). He returns, in fact, to the idea that it is the function of carnal delight that makes it good or evil, a virtue or a vice. Gosson’s efforts to impose simplicity on his argument founder; in his text delight remains a fundamentally ambiguous concept; and by his own admission, ambiguity is a quality that is best explored by imaginative writing or performance. The relatively light touch with which the Master of the Revels seems to have applied his proscriptive powers suggests that he, at least, was prepared to countenance that ambiguous concept as a necessary ingredient in the new improved drama of the 1580s and 90s.
William Rankins’s antitheatrical pamphlet A Mirror of Monsters (1587).
The theatrical controversy after The Play of Plays
The more one reads of the controversy surrounding the theater in the late 1570s and 1580s, the clearer it becomes that the vocabulary of The Play of Plays was forged in the white heat of contemporary debate. The terms it employs are ubiquitous in attacks and defences of the drama. “Delight,” for instance, is famously central to Sidney’s defence of theatrical comedy, which scrupulously distinguishes the delectatio of true “sportfulness” from the voluptas and scurrility of what he calls laughter.[xxxii] (But after making this careful distinction Sidney recommends that the two be fused in the ideal comic performance: clearly he was canny enough to see that any attempt to simplify the appeal of comedy could only diminish it.) Again, both Sidney and Lodge, in their respective defences, claim to share the view of the anti-theatrical lobby that the contemporary theater is in urgent need of “reform” (although Lodge adds, as the author of The Play of Plays would have done, that the plays’ audiences are in greater need of reform than the plays themselves).[xxxiii] Soon afterwards the notion of theatrical reform finds its way into official discourse. As we have seen, the 1581 commission gave Tilney the authority “to order and reforme, auctorise and put downe” plays and shows throughout the realm of England. And in 1582 the phrase “honest recreation,” too, becomes prominent in the language of the authorities. In a letter dated April 11th, six members of the Privy Council asked the Lord Mayor of London to relax restrictions on the performance of plays “for honest recreation sake, in respecte that her maiestie sometimes taketh delight in those pastimes.”[xxxiv] To this end they asked him to “appointe some fitt persones whoe maie consider and allowe of suche playes onely as be fitt to yeld honest recreacion and no example of evell.” Their effort to enlist Zeal on behalf of Delight proved futile, since the Mayor refused to lift his prohibition of plays on the grounds that the plague was unusually severe that spring. But responses to the bridling or allowing of the players continued to use the vocabulary exploited by the author of The Play of Plays for the rest of that decade – not necessarily because the play was well known, but because it was so extraordinarily topical.
The court dramatist John Lyly, for instance – who seems to have known the Wit plays well, and who certainly knew the anti-theatrical work of Stephen Gosson – repeatedly announces the “reformed” status of his comedies, dissociating them not only from the scurrilous Old Comedy banned from Greece but from the risqué New Comedy that took its place.[xxxv] And in the Blackfriars Prologue to his second comedy, Sapho and Phao (1584), Lyly distinguishes delight from laughter along lines that ally him with the thinking of both Sidney and the author of The Play of Plays. “Our intent was at this time to move inward delight,” he writes, “not outward lightnesse, and to breede (if it might bee) soft smiling, not loude laughing: knowing it to the wise to be as great pleasure to heare counsell mixed with witte, as to the foolishe to have sporte mixed with rudenesse.”[xxxvi] Like Cicero, Lyly seems here to make delectatio a private sensation and voluptas or “lightnesse” a form of exhibitionism; and his yoking of wit with wisdom in his audience associates him with the English dramatic tradition initiated by Redford’s interlude. Later in Sapho and Phao, Cupid – the personification of erotic pleasure – is stolen from his mother by the wise queen Sapho, who then tells Venus she is “not worthy to be the Ladye of love… that to satisfie the unbrideled thoughtes of thy hearte, transgressest so farre from the staye of thine honour” (5. 2. 59-62). By the end of the play, in fact, a mythical queen has successfully bridled Cupid in the name of a reformed court culture. But in Lyly’s next play, Gallathea (c. 1587) – which is as determined as its predecessor to avoid giving offence “in Scaene nor sillable” (p. 431) – Cupid is more savagely restrained, this time by Diana the goddess of chastity herself. Diana tells him “I will bridle thy tongue and thy power” (3. 4. 89), and proceeds in addition to break his bow and arrows, bind his hands, clip his wings and fetter his feet. The response of Cupid’s mother Venus is to condemn Diana as a sadistic killjoy: “This is shee that hateth sweete delights, envieth loving desires, masketh wanton eyes, stoppeth amorous eares, bridleth youthfull mouthes, and under a name, or a worde constancie, entertaineth all kinde of crueltie” (5. 3. 29-32). Diana’s restraint of Cupid proves futile: as he tells his mother, “I beare nowe myne Arrowes in mine eyes, my Winges on my thoughts, my brandes in myne eares, my bowe in my mouth, so as I can wounde with looking, flye with thinking, burne with hearing, shoote with speaking” (5. 3. 94-7). Those given to finding topical allegories in court comedies might take this to mean that the efforts of the censors to control the erotic element in drama merely make it more potent and attractive. They might see Venus and Diana as representing conflicting aspects of Elizabeth’s persona, with Lyly enjoining her to give rein to the former. Whatever the case, the epilogue of Gallathea is knowingly impertinent, proclaiming the necessity of love to life just as The Play of Plays proclaimed the necessity of Delight to the well-being of its protagonist: “Yeelde Ladies, yeeld to love Ladies… Confesse him a Conquerer, whom yee ought to regarde, sith it is unpossible to resist” (p. 472). As Lyly’s career proceeded, he seems to have grown increasingly confident that honest recreation could freely celebrate delight without making self-defensive gestures of submission to the concept of reform.
Yet even as Lyly was celebrating the emancipation of drama in terms familiar from The Play of Plays, the anti-theatrical lobby continued to articulate their condemnation of the theater in terms drawn from the same theatrical tradition. William Rankins’s A Mirror of Monsters (1587) is among the most imaginative of Elizabethan attacks on the imagination.[xxxvii] Rankins was an ex-playwright, like Gosson, and he is constantly raiding the dramatic archives in his efforts to invigorate his assault on the drama. He uses Terence’s Gnatho from The Eunuch to illustrate the flattery encouraged by players (D3r), and Ferrex and Porrex from Gorboduc to illustrate the dissension players foster (F3r-F3v). And like Gosson’s Plays Confuted in Five Actions, which is organized on the basis of the Terentian five-act structure, Rankins’s pamphlet not only refers to but resembles the plays it condemns. It reads like a sketch for a moral interlude, the sort of entertainment one might expect to see at an aristocratic wedding. His style has much in common with that of the chief court dramatist of the time, John Lyly, making repeated reference to the same “unnatural natural history,” and constructing its arguments from the same balanced alliterative clauses. More strikingly still, his plot contains many echoes of the Wit plays. It centers on a monstrous travesty of the marriage of Wit and Science: the marriage of Fastus and Luxuria (Pride and Lust) in the chapel of adultery (a playhouse). And Rankins explains his own former attraction to the playhouse by way of an allegory with which we are now thoroughly familiar. The theater, he explains, is a place “famous for filthinesse… where my selfe luld in the lap of Securitie, not long since was brought a sleepe by Carelesse cogitations… wherein viewing manie things able to intice a pleasant eye to beholde, or an open eare to delight, by the line of grace, at length I got out, when I vowed to my guide unspotted love, heartie zeale, and continuall praise, that brought a soule almost sunke in sinne to the brinke of mercie” (B3v). Rankins poses, in other words, as another Wit who has escaped not only from the clutches of Idleness but from the entire dramatic framework which brought him into her clutches in the first place. It is therefore hardly surprising that his description of the abuses of the theater – offered to the reader on the principle that “none can better describe the furie of fier, then he which hath beene scorched with the flame” (B3v) – should have proved so much more dramatic than that of his anti-theatrical predecessors.
For Rankins, the most dangerous aspect of the theater – the thing that makes it so seductively potent – is its infinite capacity for generating disguises. Above all he shares with Francis Merbury a sense of the beguiling plausibility with which it disguises its vices as virtues. To illustrate this power of illusion Rankins develops his allegory along lines that were more dazzlingly explored by Marlowe and Spenser. In honour of the theatrical wedding of Lust and Pride, the infernal god Pluto arranges for a masque of six hounds from hell to accompany the wedding feast. Each hound personates a vice peculiar to players, and each has its own “visard” or mask to conceal its foul complexion from the view of the world. The first and most powerful vice to appear is one we know well: Idleness, whose mask, of course, is “Honest recreation” (D2r). Idleness, we learn, is the sin of those who refuse to take the pains “which must be endured before wee can obtayne the possession of wysedome”; who revel in “false delight”; who court “ignoraunce” by shunning “vertuous studie” (C4r-C4v). And the quality celebrated by the players as “Honest recreacion” is no less than “cussed damnation” (D2r). In other words, Rankins restores Honest Recreation to the doubtful status it had in the Wit plays – as a concept capable of masking vice – and from which the author of The Play of Plays sought to redeem it.
In doing so, Rankins accidentally puts his finger on those elements in Redford’s Wit and Science which made it one of the most influential plays of the sixteenth century. As we have seen, Redford placed at the core of his play a figure – or rather, a pair of figures, Honest Recreation and Idleness – who breathed life into the ambiguous attitude to literature that prevailed throughout the early modern period. The productive confusion of Idleness with Honest Recreation, virtue with vice and vice versa, was capable of being adapted to as many variations as there were twists and turns in the debate about poetry and drama; and in this turbulent century the twists and turns were many. His version of Everyman, too – native Wit, with his cocky conviction of his own self-sufficiency and his infinite capacity for lapsing into Folly – wittily embodied the dangers which the humanists themselves recognized in their aspiration to gain status through intellectual merit. On one level, Wit’s death at the hands of the monster Tediousness enacts the ease with which the clever student can succumb to disastrous over-confidence in the powers of his own eloquence. More seriously, it articulates the threat of death that hovered over any kind of personal or political ambition in the age of the Reformation. But what was particularly seductive about Redford’s allegory was, perhaps, its recognition of how far it was the appeal to the senses that lay at the heart of the debate over poetry, drama and other forms of eloquence. Redford was willing to accept sensuality as a tool of learning, but he was also acutely aware of the risks involved in this acceptance. In other words, his dramatic discussion of education and recreation occupied territory that was to be fought over by religious reformers and counter-reformers throughout the century, thus ensuring that the contest between Idleness and Honest Recreation would remain a live issue for decades to come.
The Play of Plays took its plot from Redford and his successors, and introduced another figure of potent ambivalence into the story: Delight, which shared with Honest Recreation the honour of being the most contested concept in the debate over the theaters that raged in the 1580s. The Play of Plays and its context shows us something that has been getting steadily clearer to literary historians: that early modern attacks and defences of poetry shared a common ground and a common vocabulary, just as their composers shared a common training in the schoolroom – and often enough, as writers for the stage. The question at issue between attackers and defenders of the theatre was the question of whether dramatic recreation was honest, and whether delight in the things of the senses was justifiable. These were questions over which the Elizabethan disputants genuinely puzzled, and about which they may have changed their minds more often than we have tended to recognize. The questions were, as The Play of Plays and Wit and Science remind us, matters of Life and death. Ambivalence over its own function is what gave the Elizabethan theater its astonishing vitality: every serious play was, in effect, a dramatization of the debate over drama. Salvaging The Play of Plays may help us, I think, to understand how far this is the case. It certainly helps clarify the ferocity and intelligence of the debate at the time when Shakespeare’s great predecessors, Lyly and Marlowe, had possession of the London stages.
Sir Thomas More, by Hans Holbein
The Play of Plays and Sir Thomas More
But the debate did not end with the 1580s, and the issues confronted in The Play of Plays were not forgotten in the next decade. I shall end by indicating a suggestive point of contact between Shakespeare himself and the theatrical controversy in which The Play of Plays took part. In about 1593 the secret agent and translator Anthony Munday wrote a play, Sir Thomas More, making extensive use of material that had been current among the disputants at the beginning of the previous decade.[xxxviii] (He probably wrote it in collaboration with other writers, but for convenience I shall refer to the original play as his throughout this account.) Later, between a year and ten years after Munday wrote the first draft, William Shakespeare was one of those commissioned to write additions to the play to prepare it for stage performance.[xxxix] As he read through the tragedy before making his contributions, Shakespeare would have become nostalgically immersed in the complex milieu from which The Play of Plays sprang: a milieu which helped to shape his early development as a playwright.
Munday himself may have taken part in the theatrical controversy of the 1580s: he has sometimes been credited (if that is the right word) with the authorship of an anti-theatrical tract supporting Gosson, A second and third blast of retrait from plaies and Theaters (1580).[xl] If he did write it, then he is yet another example of an Elizabethan writer who could write with equal facility on both sides of a question. Sir Thomas More is among other things a passionate defence of the stage, which draws on the Wit plays, and perhaps even on The Play of Plays itself, in its construction of More as the champion of poetic free speech and freedom of conscience.
Throughout the play More is depicted as poet, player, and patron of the arts. He begins by transforming a law court into the setting for a miniature comedy (1. 2), and ends by confessing that he has finally been transformed from “a state pleader” to “a stage player” on the scaffold erected for his execution (5. 4. 73). The difference between these two performances – the first a farce, the last a tragedy – reflects the sheer eclecticism of More’s literary tastes. He takes equal delight in the most popular and the most esoteric branches of poetry, in the “merry jests” of the jest-books and the poetry of religious consolation to which he has recourse (along with jests) before his death. His closest ally in the play is Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey, anachronistically made into More’s contemporary so as to allow the two great men of English letters to engage in a dialogue on poetry and politics. More refers to Surrey throughout as “most noble poet,” as though this were his highest honorific. But he also declares his solidarity with the poverty of non-aristocratic, “professional” writers like Munday himself. On being asked by his jailer if he has made a lot of money as chancellor he replies, “That part of poet that was given me / Made me a very unthrift. / For this is the disease attends us all: / Poets were never thrifty, never shall” (5. 3. 61-4). Munday’s More is as much at home with poor poets, players and playwrights as with earls: he befriends anyone, in fact, who shows a spark of wit at any social level. Indeed, his delight in wit is taken by some in the course of the play to signal his want of wisdom. And it is perhaps for this reason that Munday’s mind turned, as he wrote, to the Wit plays, which had traced the relationship between these two qualities throughout the sixteenth century.
The first echo of the Wit plays occurs in Act III, when More plays a practical joke, with the help of his household fool, to test the integrity of a visitor to his house, the great scholar Erasmus.[xli] Like Wit in Redford’s interlude More gives his clothes to the fool; but unlike Wit he does it for a serious purpose: to see whether Erasmus “can distinguish / Merit and outward ceremony” (3. 1. 40-1) – that is, whether he will be more impressed by the robes of office than by the nonsense uttered by the fool who is dressed in them. The serious purpose behind More’s joke is reinforced by the many references to his learning that preface the deception. As Erasmus approaches the chancellor’s presence, Surrey tells him that More is “great in study, that’s the statist’s grace” (3. 1. 131); and he goes on to explain the relationship between More’s learning and his political position: “That study is the general watch of England: / In it the prince’s safety and the peace / That shines upon our commonwealth are forged / By loyal industry” (3. 1. 142-4). These allusions serve both to make More’s deception funnier and to suggest that it may have a direct bearing on the well-being of the commonwealth. But the scene also showcases More’s sympathy with the craft of the player, and his learning lends gravitas to this sympathy. He tells his fool to “act like a formal player our grave part,” and later repeats the injunction: “act thy part / With a firm boldness, and thou winst my heart.”[xlii] More’s combination of learning and a delight in honest recreation allies him with Redford and the author of The Play of Plays. And by the end of the episode it enables him to launch into a full-blown defence of the theatre – and especially of the most reviled dramatic genre, that of comedy – which makes many of the same points as the lost play.
The defence takes its cue from Elizabethan medical theory. In the revised version of Munday’s play, the episode begins with More reflecting (in a speech that may have been written by Shakespeare) on the strange fortune that has carried him, through personal merit, from “humble” origins to the exalted position of chancellor.[xliii] He goes on to observe that such giddy good fortune needs to be “physicked by respect” if it is not to “turn our blood / To much corruption” (3. 1. 13-14). More’s practical joke is designed to “physic” his pomp by putting it in context – by reminding him and his visitors of the qualities on which his good fortune depends. Afterwards he tells Erasmus that it was meant to show how far “respect / Waits often on the ceremonious train / Of base illiterate wealth, whilst men of schools, / Shrouded in poverty, are counted fools” (3. 1. 175-8). But he goes on to identify a medical reason for adopting the comic mode as his preferred means of instruction:
Pardon thou reverend German I have mixed
So slight a jest to the fair entertainment
Of thy most worthy self. For know, Erasmus,
Mirth wrinkles up my face and I still crave
When that forsakes me I may hug my grave. (1. 3. 179-83)
More is referring here to the early modern medical belief, founded on the writings of the “laughing philosopher” Hippocrates, that laughter extends a man’s life – as it did that of Hippocrates himself, who is supposed to have lived to a ripe old age.[xliv] His allusion to facial wrinkling evokes the notion of the “Hippocratic face,” whereby a physician makes his first and most searching diagnosis of a patient’s condition from the close study of his countenance.[xlv] Erasmus, of course, agrees wholeheartedly with More’s high opinion of jesting, as the Elizabethan audience would have expected from the author of The Praise of Folly . “Your honour’s merry humour,” he tells him,
is best physic
Unto your able body. For we learn
Where melancholy chokes the passages
Of blood and breath, the erected spirit still
Lengthens our days with sportful exercise.
Study should be the saddest time of life,
The rest a sport exempt from thought of strife. (3. 1. 184-88)
As we have seen, this theme is central both to the Wit plays and to The Play of Plays, in which “sportful exercise” miraculously revives their protagonists from death. Indeed, at the end of The Play of Plays the indulgence in an appropriate form of “sport” makes Life immortal – or so it seems from Gosson’s account. Given that the Play also makes “sorowe an enemie to delight without distinction” – following the Hippocratic doctrine that melancholy is unwholesome – we might suspect that its ending was reinforced by an appeal to the related doctrine that laughter imparts longevity.
But there is of course a good deal of irony about invoking these views in the context of More’s life, which was so conspicuously witty and yet was cut short in so spectacular a fashion. And when More takes up the theme of “physic” in conversation with the Earl of Surrey, who was also to die young – executed by Henry VIII for treason like More himself – the irony becomes marked. Towards the end of the deception scene, Surrey protests against being called “My noble poet” by the Chancellor: “O my lord, you tax me / In that word poet of much idleness” (3. 1. 192-3). But More reassures the Earl that his poetic occupation provides him with his best claim to noble status (it is Surrey’s “sweetest heraldry,” 3. 1. 198). And he adds, anticipating Sidney, that poetry is currently in low esteem because the poets have no opportunity to exercise their pens in their preferred arena, that of celebrating military heroes, since soldiery is as little regarded now as verse (3. 1. 204-7). As a consequence the “unphysicked” poets simply “melt away,” starved of the material they need to sustain their craft. The world More inhabits, then, is inimical to poets and playwrights, and the “physic” they derive from indulging in “fresh and staid delights” (3. 1. 211) is cancelled out by the absence of “great subjects of their pen.” So when he later summons his guests to a banquet of “neat wit” (3. 1. 214), he is inviting them to join a select company whose intellectual qualities will lay them open to misunderstanding, persecution and ultimately death. This, one presumes, is one of the points he was making in staging his deception. By deliberately confounding the chancellor with the fool he anticipates the moment of his fall from royal favour, when he refuses to subscribe to the Henrician articles of faith. At that point in his life More’s wisdom, sustained in adversity by his wit, will look like folly to the rest of the play’s cast. And unlike the protagonists of the earlier plays, his devotion to honest recreation will be unable to procure him a miraculous reprieve from the fate to which he is sentenced.
The episode with the fool, then, prepares Munday’s audience for the more extended exploration of the relationship between wit and wisdom that occurs in the following scene, and which is developed in the last two acts of the tragedy. At the very center of his play Munday sets the performance of an interlude in More’s house: and the interlude is called The Marriage of Wit and Wisdom, after the play by Francis Merbury. The interlude is not in fact Merbury’s but an amalgam of interludes, combining a prologue from Thomas Ingelend’s Disobedient Child, the Vice Inclination from The Trial of Treasure, a heroine from The Marriage of Wit and Science and many lines from Lusty Juventus.[xlvi] But the plot closely resembles the stories with which we have become familiar. Wit yearns for pleasure; he meets Inclination, who introduces him to a woman he calls Wisdom; Good Counsel comes in and warns him that she is really Lady Vanity. At the end of the play – in the part we do not see – Inclination is bridled as he was in the Trial, and Wit and the real Lady Wisdom live happily ever after. Or so we presume; because the interlude breaks off before it comes to an end, More is summoned to take his seat in the King’s Council and sign the articles of faith confirming Henry VIII as supreme head of the church in England, and the chain of events leading to his execution is set inexorably in motion. In other words, Munday seamlessly merges the Wit plays with the high political matters of More’s career, thus taking the defence of the theater to a level barely imagined by the controversialists of the previous decade. But his use of the old Wit plays demonstrates that he is doing so in the full knowledge that he is working in a tradition that dates at least from the time of More – when the first of the Wit plays could well have been written. And his awareness of the part played by these plays in the theatrical controversy is strongly suggested by the audience he chooses for More’s interlude: the very personification of the anti-theatrical prejudice of the 1580s and 90s, the Lord Mayor of London himself.
The mayor’s appearance at this crucial point in the drama would seem to have been a carefully calculated stratagem, designed to reinforce Munday’s specific targeting of Londoners in his defence of plays. Two recent editors of Sir Thomas More have plausibly suggested that Munday’s choice of More as a subject was inspired by his desire to find a hero for the merchants and craftsmen of London, and that this formed part of the playwright’s extended campaign to attract “the puritanically inclined City middle class” to the theater.[xlvii] But in Sir Thomas More Munday’s campaign is also marked by a decidedly unflattering portrayal of the chief civic authority, the Lord Mayor. This may seem odd in view of Munday’s later role as the principal author of the spectacular Lord Mayor’s shows mounted between 1602 and 1623.[xlviii] But at this earlier stage in his career Munday was concerned to modify his fellow citizens’ attitude to drama – a project in which he was still busily engaged when he wrote The Downfall of Robert Earl of Huntingdon in 1598, which revives More’s contemporary Skelton to explain to an Elizabethan audience the principles of good theatrical writing.[xlix] And as we have seen, the figure who encapsulated the anti-theatrical inclinations of the citizens was their elected representative, the mayor. Munday therefore has More rise above his former superior by virtue of his eloquence in the first two acts of the play, then force him to sit quietly through an interlude in the third. But in the third act he is also careful to have More remember that the Mayor and Aldermen of the city were once his “brethren” (3. 2. 93), thus paving the way for an eventual reconciliation between the city and the arts. It is pleasing to think that Munday himself came to embody this reconciliation in the final stages of his own poetic career.
As I have suggested, in the first two acts More’s unhistorical role in suppressing the rebellion of 1517 establishes his credentials as an exemplary citizen; but it does so at the expense of the mayor’s reputation. In the first Act the Lord Mayor is not merely ineffectual in controlling the abuses perpetrated by foreigners in the City, which are the source of the rebels’ resentment: he is also said to be complicit with these abuses. As one of the rebels complains: “my lord mayor, on the ambassador’s complaint, sent me to Newgate one day because (against my will) I took the wall of a stranger” (1. 1. 40-2). The mayor’s efforts to control the rebellion are limited to a single cry of “Peace ho, peace! I charge you keep the peace” (2. 3. 31), which is utterly ignored by the rebels; and before this the foreigners are depicted insulting the mayor’s wife with impunity (1. 1. 46-9). More, by contrast, calms the rebels by the sheer force of his rhetoric: as one says, “Sheriff More, thou hast done more with thy good words than all they could with their weapons” (2. 3. 181-2). His words again prove effective when he successfully pleads to the king for the rebels’ lives. Munday’s point would seem to be that the citizens’ elected representative, the mayor, can do less for them than the humbly-born scholar and lover of the arts who is prepared to speak on their behalf; indeed, he requires the scholar’s assistance in discharging his office. And Munday would also seem to be throwing doubt on the mayor’s credentials as a judge of the effect of the oral arts on the urban public. The mayor needs, in fact, to be taught a lesson: and the lesson comes in the third act of Munday’s tragedy.
In Munday’s version of history, More is made Lord Chancellor on the strength of his successful negotiation with the rebels – as a reward for his rhetorical success. The reappearance of the mayor at More’s house in the third act therefore reminds us, as I said, that the chancellor has been promoted over his former superior. It also offers More an excuse to reaffirm his loyalty to the capital: as he tells the aldermen, “once I was your brother / And so am still in heart. It is not state / That can our love from London separate” (3. 2. 93-5). But it gives him, too, a chance to instruct the mayor once again in the value of the spoken word, this time as it is used in drama. The scene begins with More lamenting the departure of Erasmus, “whose delicious words / Express the very soul and life of wit” (3. 2. 7-8); and the hint here of wit’s close relationship with life is confirmed a few lines later when More welcomes the mayor’s approach: “More’s merry heart lives by good company” (3. 2. 18). Munday then goes on to dispose of the old notion that a delight in wit leads inevitably to idleness, by representing More as strenuously active as he prepares to receive his guests. “Come, my good fellows,” he tells his servants, “stir, be diligent, / Sloth is an idle fellow, leave him now, / The time requires your expeditious service” (3. 2. 23-5). Just at this moment a company of players arrives and is caught up in the business of preparation. More now takes on the role of Master of the Revels, selecting an appropriate play from several offered by the company and being assured by his son-in-law Roper that it will prove a “right pleasing pastime to your guests” (3. 2. 58). Sure enough, when the mayor is told that he is about to see a play he keeps any objections he may have to himself, silenced by the knowledge that it was his host who earlier “drove rebellion from our door, / With grave discretion’s mild and gentle breath” (3. 2. 3-4). He is also disarmed by More’s automatic assumption that the mayor shares his love of theater: “if art fail,” More cries like the ideal spectator, “we’ll inch it out with love” (3. 2. 132). By this means Munday wittily steers his fictional mayor – and his living counterpart, perhaps – into a position of uncharacteristic indulgence of, and even participation in, the performance mounted for his benefit.
The most active participant in the drama apart from the players themselves is, of course, the chancellor: when one of the players fails to arrive in time to play his part, More steps on stage and improvises the role himself. In the process he might be said to demonstrate the proper function of a censor like the Master of the Revels (or indeed any “sufficient persone” appointed by the mayor to work alongside the Master): that is, to reform the defects of plays with sensitivity and skill.[l] His attitude to the drama is much like his attitude to the rebels: when things get out of hand he intervenes with “mild and gentle breath,” rather than with the aggressive surgeon’s knife recommended by Stephen Gosson in his anti-theatrical polemics.[li] And the role he adopts is not that of Wit – who is even more sexually voracious in this version of the play than he was in earlier versions – but the man who strives to set Wit on the right course, Good Counsel. In this role he removes the metaphorical mask from Lady Vanity, exposing her for all to view; and in doing so he demonstrates that this is one of the functions of drama. Where successive Lord Mayors had assumed, with William Rankins, that the theater disseminates deceits, More shows that rightly used it puts deceit to shame.[lii] It therefore remains the most appropriate art form for a world where, as the interlude’s Prologue puts it, “in every land / Vice doth increase and virtue decays” (3. 2. 170-1). The composite interlude does include a bridle, but this is a theatrical device to represent the players’ voluntary restraint of themselves, not an instrument of oppression. In other words, Munday’s use of the Wit plays is entirely in keeping with the use made of them by the author of The Play of Plays.
But his use of them is also a good deal more sophisticated. As we have seen, in the revised version of the play the interlude breaks off abruptly, as More is summoned to a session of the Privy Council which is the prelude to his tragic fall. But this is not to say that the interlude remains unfinished; it signals instead the fact that More’s tragedy itself is a refined enactment of the interlude’s themes, updated for the more sophisticated audiences of Elizabethan times. More declares his personal interest in these themes when he tells the mayor that the topic of the interlude is “a theme of some import, howe’er it prove” (3. 2. 131). We have already noted a number of places in Sir Thomas More that highlight the marriage of wit and wisdom for which More was famous; and there are many more.[liii] They fall, broadly speaking, into three distinct parts, corresponding to the three parts into which the play has conventionally been divided.[liv] The first part of the play establishes More’s dedication to wisdom. On his first appearance he sets up a practical joke in order “To check the folly” of a justice and identify “Wisdom” as the object of his own devotion (1. 2. 92 and 200). Later Surrey describes him as “a wise and learned gentleman” well qualified to deal with the rioters (1. 3. 86); and More confirms Surrey’s opinion of him by dissuading them from their course by an appeal to reason, in the dazzling scene interpolated (perhaps) by Shakespeare (2. 3. 1-159). The middle part of the play is devoted, as we have seen, to More’s wit rather than his wisdom: he shows it in his dealings with the fool and the players. But in the last part of the play – the last two acts – both his wit and his wisdom are called into question, even by his friends and family. When he refuses to sign Henry’s articles Shrewsbury tells Surrey that “Error in learned heads hath much to do” (4. 1. 110); and when More tells his wife afterwards, “I have resigned mine office: countst me not wise?” she can say no more than “O God” (4. 2. 74-5). Later More’s wisdom is reaffirmed, first by his former brewer and then by the Lieutenant of the Tower (5. 2. 13 and 5. 3. 5-9). But when his son-in-law Roper tells him that “The world… hath ever held you wise,” and that it shall be “no distaste unto your wisdom / To yield to the opinion of the state,” More is swift to dismiss this worldly kind of wisdom with a characteristic joke (5. 3. 89-99). In this way he commits himself to die as a “fool of flesh” in order to hasten his “birth to heaven,” where the only true marriage with wisdom will take place (5. 4. 116-18).
Munday’s version of The Marriage of Wit and Wisdom, then, takes the bold step of implying that genuine wit and wisdom can easily be taken for folly by authorities eager to keep their subjects under rigorous control. Munday was no Catholic sympathiser – on the contrary, he had helped entrap English recusants – but he clearly felt that his moral transcended sectarian divisions: the last lines of the play are spoken by the Protestant Surrey, whose wit and wisdom are to end exactly as More’s had done. The moral’s relevance to players is underscored by More’s transformation in the last act into a “stage player,” employed by the king “to act this last scene of my tragedy” on the scaffold (5. 4. 73-5). So there is something deeply poignant in the fact that Munday’s play, with its appeal for gentle censorship and its depiction of bloody royal retribution for dissent, should have survived into the twentieth century as a major piece of evidence for the censorious practices of the Master of the Revels, Edmund Tilney. Several passages of the manuscript are marked up in Tilney’s hand for deletion or revision, and most scholars have assumed that the changes he demanded were the reason why the play seems never to have been performed in early modern England.[lv]
The most important reform Tilney demanded was the removal of all scenes depicting the rebels: the discontents of the London citizens were a sensitive subject in 1593. But he left untouched the scenes that evoke the theatrical controversy of the 1580s, when he obtained the powers he was exercising as he marked up the manuscript. One wonders whether he recalled The Play of Plays as he read, with its joint appeal for the unbridling of delight and the reformation of the stage, and whether he was wryly amused by the recollection. It was a tricky balance he was called on to strike, between catering for the Queen’s delight in plays and ensuring that neither she, nor her Privy Council, nor the Lord Mayor of London, nor anyone else in authority was offended by the plays he licensed. There could be no more striking testament to the trickiness of Tilney’s task than the manuscript of Sir Thomas More, laden as it is with textual debris from the first Elizabethan War of the Theaters.
Anon, the Chandos Portrait of (probably) William Shakespeare.
Notes
[i]Playes Confuted in Five Actions (1582), reprinted in Markets of Bawdrie: The Dramatic Criticism of Stephen Gosson, ed. Arthur F. Kinney (Salzburg: Universität Salzburg, 1974), pp. 138-97. All references are to this edition.
[ii] See Sir Thomas More, ed. Vittorio Gabrieli and Giorgio Melchiori (Manchester and New York: Manchester University Press, 1990), introduction. All references are to this edition.
[iii] For an account of the debate see Jonas A. Barish, The Anti-theatrical Prejudice (Berkeley: University of California Press, 1981).
[iv] Extracts from these texts are printed in E. K. Chambers, The Elizabethan Stage, 4 vols. (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1923), vol. 4, 198-9, 208-12, 221-5, and 227-8. I discuss Rankins’s pamphlet below.
[v] Both texts are reprinted in G. Gregory Smith, Elizabethan Critical Essays, 2 vols. (London: Oxford University Press,1904), vol. 1, pp. 61-86 and 148-207. Smith prints only substantial extracts from Lodge’s Defence.
[vi]Straunge News is attacked at the beginning of Gosson’s prose fiction, The Ephemerides of Phialo (1579), while he mentions Honest Excuses at the end of the volume, in An Apologie of The Schoole of Abuse. See Kinney, Markets of Bawdrie, introduction, and pp. 133-5. The missing scene from Wilson’s play is mentioned in Playes Confuted; see Markets of Bawdrie, pp. 165-6. For The Play of Plays, see below. Some scholars take Honest Excuses to have been the title of Lodge’s Defence of Poetry.
[vii] On December 6th 1574 an Act of Common Council of London attempted to bring plays under the control of the City. See Chambers, The Elizabethan Stage, 4, 273-6. On the relationship of the City to the stage see Richard Dutton, Licensing, Censorship and Authorship in Early Modern England: Buggeswords (Basingstoke and New York: Palgrave, 2000), chapter 1, pp.1-15.
[viii] Lodge’s Defence survives only in two copies, neither of which has a title page. Smith presumes it was “issued privately [i.e. without being registered with the Stationers’ Company] in 1579, and withdrawn immediately,” and Lodge mentions its suppression in the dedication to An Alarum against Usurers (1584), where he tells us that it was refused permission to be printed “by reason of the slendernes of the subject (because it was in defence of plaies and play makers)” (The Complete Works of Thomas Lodge, 4 vols. (Glasgow: Hunterian Club, 1883), vol. 1. 4, p. 6).
[xi] See Tudor Interludes, ed. Peter Happé (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1972), p. 183. All references are to this edition.
[xii] See The Marriage of Wit and Science, ed. Arthur Brown (Oxford: Malone Society Reprints, 1960 (1961)), p. vi, and Francis Merbury, The Marriage between Wit and Wisdom, ed. Trevor N. S. Lennam (Oxford: Malone Society Reprints, 1966 (1971)), p. xi. All references are to these editions.
[xiii] For its presence in Lyly’s Euphues, see my Elizabethan Fictions: Espionage, Counter-espionage and the Duplicity of Fiction in Early Elizabethan Prose Narratives (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1997), pp. 201, 227, 232, and 258. For the two versions in Sir Thomas More see Gabrieli and Melchiori’s introduction, pp. 9-10. For the connection between the Wit plays and the Parnassus plays see Eckhard Auberlen, The Commonwealth of Wit: The Writer’s Image and his Strategies of Self-Representation in Elizabethan Literature (Tübingen: Gunter Narr Verlag, 1984), pp. 136ff.
[xiv] Sir Thomas Elyot, The Boke Named The Governour, ed. H. H. S. Croft, 2 vols. (London: Kegan Paul, 1883), vol. 1, p. 238, my emphasis.
[xvi] For definitions of wit in the sixteenth century see William G. Crane, Wit and Rhetoric in the Renaissance: the Formal Basis of Elizabethan Prose Style (New York: Columbia University Press, 1937; repr. Gloucester, Mass.: Peter Smith, 1964).
[xvii] For the senses in Sidney’s Apology see Sir Philip Sidney, An Apology for Poetry, ed. Geoffrey Shepherd, rev. R. W. Maslen (Manchester and New York: Manchester University Press, 2002), introduction, p. 48ff.
[xviii] Wit gives himself up to despair at l. 1013ff. (where his speech is wrongly assigned to Will) and at l. 1280ff. For sixteenth-century theories of laughter see Laurent Joubert, Treatise on Laughter, translated and annotated by Gregory David de Rocher (Alabama: University of Alabama Press, 1980), introduction.
[xix] See Horace, De Arte Poetica, ll. 281-4 (also Epistles, II.i.139-55). For Donatus on Terence see Medieval Literary Criticism: Translations and Interpretations, ed. O. B. Hardison et al. (New York: Frederick Ungar, 1974), pp.39-49.
[xx] “Ego vero fateor me his studiis esse deditum: ceteros pudeat, si qui se ita litteris abdiderunt, ut nihil possint ex his neque ad communem adferre fructum neque in aspectum lucemque proferre: me autem quid pudeat, qui tot annos ita vivo, iudices, ut a nullius umquam me tempore aut commodo aut otium meum abstraxerit aut voluptas avocarit aut denique somnus retardarit?” (Loeb edition, trans. N. H. Watts (London: William Heinemann, 1955), pp. 20-1).
[xxi] “Haec studia adolescentiam acuunt, senectutem oblectant, secundas res ornant, adversis perfugium ac solacium praebent, delectant domi, non impediunt foris…” (Loeb edition, pp. 24-5).
[xxii] Quotations are from The Fable of Ovid treting of Narcissus (1560), cited in R. W. Maslen, “Myths exploited: the metamorphoses of Ovid in early Elizabethan England,” Shakespeare’s Ovid, ed. A. B. Taylor (Cambridge etc.: Cambridge University Press, 2000), pp. 15-30, p. 21. This essay includes a discussion of Delight on which the present essay draws.
[xxiii] Reprinted in Early English Dramatists: Anonymous Plays, 3rd Series, ed. John S. Farmer (London: Early English Drama Society, 1906; reprinted Guildford: Charles W. Traylen, 1966), pp. 203-46. All references are to this edition.
[xxv] Reprinted in The Complete Works of George Gascoigne, ed. John W. Cunliffe, 2 vols. (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1910), vol. 2, The Glasse of Governement… and Other Poems and Prose Works, pp. 133-207. All references are to this edition. For further discussion of this text see Maslen, “Myths exploited,” pp. 24-7.
[xxvi] See George Gascoigne, An Hundreth Sundrie Flowres, ed. G. W. Pigman III, p. 684.
[xxvii] The gods have deigned, he tells us, “by their devine decrees, / That with the stumps of my reproved tong, / I may sometimes, Reprovers deedes reprove, / And sing a verse, to make them see themselves” (p. 146).
[xxviii] For a discussion of these new powers see Dutton, Licensing, Censorship and Authorship, chapter 1.
[xxix] Chambers, The Elizabethan Stage, vol. 4, p. 286.
[xxxi]The Schoole of Abuse ends with an appeal “To the right honorable Sir Richard Pipe, Knight, Lorde Maior of the Citie of London,” while Playes Confuted is dedicated to “Sir Frances Walsingham Knight… of her highnesse most honorable Privy Counsell” (Kinney, Markets of Bawdrie, pp. 112 and 140).
[xxxii]An Apology for Poetry, ed. Shepherd, rev. Maslen, pp. 112.1-113.17.
[xxxiii] See Lodge, Defence, pp. 79-82, in Smith, Elizabethan Critical Essays, vol. 1.
[xxxiv] Chambers, The Elizabethan Stage, vol. 4, pp. 287-8, my emphases.
[xxxv] See Michael Pincombe, The Plays of John Lyly: Eros and Eliza (Manchester and New York: Manchester University Press, 1996), p. 19. Lyly’s knowledge of Gosson’s anti-theatrical polemic may be deduced from the fact that the protagonist of Euphues and his England recommends Gosson’s prose fiction, The Ephemerides of Phialo, to his friend Philautus (see Pincombe, The Plays of John Lyly, p. 14). The Ephemerides was printed together with ‘An Apologie of the Schoole of Abuse’ (see Kinney, Markets of Bawdrie, p. 121 ff.).
[xxxvi]The Complete Works of John Lyly, ed. R. W. Bond, 3 vols. (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1902), vol. 2, p. 371. All references are to this edition.
[xxxvii] Reprinted in Kind-heart’s Dream by Henry Chettle and A Mirror of Monsters by William Rankin, introd. Peter Davison (New York and London: Johnson Reprint Corporation, 1972). All references are to this edition.
[xxxviii] See Sir Thomas More, ed. Gabrieli and Melchiori, introduction.
[xxxix] It is also possible that Shakespeare had a hand in the original version of the play. See Scott McMillin, The Elizabethan Theatre and The Book of Sir Thomas More (Ithaca and London: Cornell University Press, 1987), chapter 7.
[xl] See e.g. Chambers, The Elizabethan Stage, vol. 4, p. 208.
[xli] The servant dressed in More’s robes is never specifically referred to as a household fool – he is More’s “man Randall” – but he is at least informally invested with that status before his exit, when More says, “Fool, painted barbarism, retire thyself / Into thy first creation” (3. 1. 3-4). This implies that his original job (his “first creation”) was that of being a fool. His association with playing may also imply that he’s a professional fool; for the relationship between fools and players see Dutton, Licensing, Censorship and Authorship, chapter 2. Incidentally, the deception has something in common with an incident in the opening scene of Robert Greene’s Friar Bacon and Friar Bungay (published 1594), in which Prince Edward gives his clothes to his fool Ralph Simnell. Indeed, Sir Thomas More has more than this in common with Greene’s play.
[xlii] Both of these quotations come from Munday’s original version of the scene, p. 215.
[xliii] On this soliloquy see McMillin, Elizabethan Theatre, pp. 25-7. As the editors of Sir Thomas More point out in their notes to the speech, the historical chancellor’s origins were far from humble.
[xliv] See Joubert, Treatise on Laughter, introduction.
[xlvi] See Sir Thomas More, ed. Gabrieli and Melchiori, introduction, pp. 9-10.
[xlvii] See Sir Thomas More, ed. Gabrieli and Melchiori, introduction, p. 16.
[xlviii] See for instance his first Lord Mayor’s show, The Triumphs of Re-United Britannia, in Renaissance Drama: An Anthology of Plays and Entertainments, ed. Arthur F. Kinney (Oxford: Blackwell, 1999), pp.369-81. See also the discussion of Munday’s career in Kinney’s introduction to the show.
[xlix] See Munday, The Downfall of Robert Earl of Huntingdon, ed. John C. Meagher (Oxford: Malone Society Reprints, 1965 for 1964), sc. i, 110-41; sc. vi, 843-89; sc. xiii, 2208-48; sc. xiv, 2782-840.
[l] A Minute of the Privy Council for November 1589 mentions a letter to the Lord Mayor of London which urged him to appoint a “sufficient persone” to work with the Master of the Revels in licensing and censoring plays. See Chambers, The Elizabethan Stage, vol. 4, p. 306. See also the letter of April 1582 mentioned above.
[li] See e.g. Markets of Bawdrie, ed. Kinney, p. 196: “Wherefore I hope the wise will accompt it necessarie, that such as have lefte theire occupations, eyther be turned to the same againe, or cut of from the body as putrified members for infecting the rest.”
[lii] For the views of successive Mayors on the theatre – many of whom show an impressively detailed knowledge of the theatrical debate – see e.g. Chambers, The Elizabethan Stage, vol. 4, pp. 269, 279, 294-5 (a letter which expresses the mayor’s awareness that the “reproch… to us as the sufferers and mainteiners of such disorders is published to the whole world in bokes”), 307-8, and 316-7. The last is a letter from the Lord Mayor to Lord Burghley, dated November 1594, which declares “I am not ignorant (my very good L.) what is alleadged by soom for the defence of these playes” before launching into a new attack on drama.
[liii] See Charles R. Forker and Joseph Candido, “Wit, Wisdom, and Theatricality in the Book of Sir Thomas More,” Shakespeare Studies, 13 (1980), pp. 85-104.
[liv] For detailed accounts of the play’s threefold structure see McMillin, Elizabethan Theatre, p. 20 ff., and Sir Thomas More, ed. Gabrieli and Melchiori, pp. 29-32.
[lv] See Sir Thomas More, ed. Gabrieli and Melchiori, p. 33.
[I wrote my doctoral thesis on John Lyly and early modern prose fiction – the origins of the modern novel – and early modern prose fiction has continued to be a theme throughout my time as a scholar of sixteenth-century literature. Of all the essays I wrote on it, this is perhaps the one that pleases me most; a kind of addendum to my PhD, published as ‘Robert Greene’ in The Oxford Handbook of English Prose, 1500-1640, edited by Andrew Hadfield (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2013), 188-203. In its way it’s a contribution to the history of early modern fantasy or fancy; it certainly concerns itself with recovering lost books. For these reasons I include it here, with thanks to Andrew for all the work he did in helping me polish it.]
Robert Greene transformed the face of English prose fiction with the sheer volume, diversity and inventiveness of his publications. Before he started to write, no English writer had dedicated his entire career to prose fiction, or written so many varieties of it, or demonstrated to the same extent its unparalleled flexibility as a medium, its capacity to function as a vehicle for such an astonishing range of contrasting styles, plots, narrative forms and points of view. By the time of his death it was possible to imagine oneself as a writer of prose fiction first and foremost; in anachronistic terms, as a professional novelist. And the full implications of this one-man transformation of the English literary scene have only recently begun to be explored with the attention they deserve.[i]
This is partly due to the vagaries of fashion. Greene’s style in his romances, long dismissed as grotesquely artificial, is now enjoyed for the qualities that once condemned it: playful experimentation with rhetorical and narrative structure; bold musicality; the flamboyant display of its own craftsmanship.[ii] But his low reputation was also due to a successful smear campaign by his enemies – a campaign to which he was oddly willing to contribute through his presentation of himself, in his later work, as a talented but feckless hack.[iii] And his image was further tarnished by the contempt he expressed for Shakespeare in a notorious pamphlet written on his deathbed. Greene’s Groatsworth of Wit, Bought With a Million of Repentance (1592) represents its author as an unscrupulous trickster who repeatedly falls foul of other people’s tricks. His pleasure in fooling others takes him from plotting to con his brother out of his inheritance – which ends with his own betrayal by a fellow plotter – to writing for the theatre – which ends with the players abandoning him for a more fashionable writer from among their own ranks (Shakespeare, naturally). It seems appropriate, then, that the terms Greene used to slander Shakespeare – above all the claim that he was ‘an upstart Crow, beautified with our feathers’ (sig. F1v), plagiarizing the work of university graduates to make himself look good – has been used to flog the slanderer.[iv] Greene has been accused of stealing stories, passages and phrases from a range of other writers, including himself, since he sometimes repeated parts of his own texts verbatim. In fact, the Groatsworth itself may be an act of plagiarism, assembled after Greene’s death by Henry Chettle as a means of cashing in on the drama of the famous author’s final moments.[v] But whatever proportion of the text is by Greene, it is a highly complex work, as Steve Mentz has shown, which slips easily between literary modes – from romance to erotic fabliau to lyric to autobiography to animal fable to confessional missive (it closes with a letter of apology written to his wife) – making the pamphlet a miniature model of his literary career.[vi] The Groatsworth, in fact, should encourage us not to dismiss but to look more closely at the strange but fascinating writer whose name it bears.
The famous image of Robert Greene scribbling books in his burial shroud, from Greene’s Groatsworth of Wit (1592)
Greene started out as a nobody.[vii] It is not clear, in fact, exactly who he was or what he did in life apart from writing. He came from Norwich, he tells us in his title pages, where his father may have been a saddler or an innkeeper – we don’t know which. We don’t know what school he attended, though it was probably the Norwich grammar school. We know he graduated from St John’s College Cambridge, like his friend Thomas Nashe (he was later awarded an MA by Oxford too). He may have married a woman named Dorothy, spent her money and sent her back with a child to her wealthy Lincolnshire family. He may have had a son called Fortunatus with a London hooker. He may have been disinherited by his own father, undergone a deathbed repentance and written to Dorothy, asking her to pay off his debts. But nearly all these details come either from his quasi-autobiographical fictions, such as the Groatsworth, or the pen of his enemy Gabriel Harvey, who made a habit of engaging in literary squabbles with celebrity authors (Lyly and Nashe were among his other targets). Greene’s biography as we know it is a commercial fabrication, inseparable from the busy marketplace of print which he dominated in his lifetime – and which continued to draw sustenance from his name after his death, in a series of publications (The Repentance of Robert Greene (1592), Greene’s News Both from Heaven and Hell (1593), Greene in Conceit (1598)) that flaunt it on their title pages.[viii] The fictitiousness of his life (and afterlife) is itself a testament to the impact he had on prose fiction, demonstrating as it does the extent to which he made it possible to imagine a nobody as a fitting subject for what has come to be called ‘novelistic discourse’.[ix]
Greene’s career as a writer of prose has been roughly divided by Walter Davis into four distinct phases.[x] From 1580 to 1584, he wrote imitations of John Lyly’s celebrated Euphues books; from 1585 to 1588, framed collections of short stories; from 1588 to 1589, pastoral romances inspired by ancient Greek romance; and from 1590 to 1592, quasi-autobiographical narratives and stories about London con artists, the celebrated ‘cony-catching pamphlets’. Useful though it is as a starting point, this fourfold division is clearly too simplistic. Greene began writing romances based on ancient Greek models as early as 1584; he continued to produce longer romances while writing his framed story collections, autobiographies and cony-catching pamphlets; and he also wrote books of quite different kinds, such as translations from Italian, French and Spanish, and the immensely successful satire A Quip for an Upstart Courtier (1592). Moreover, there are consistent preoccupations that fuse the different strands of Greene’s writing, and these can be occluded by any inflexible taxonomy of his works. Above all, Greene resembles his contemporary Marlowe in his obsession with those aspects of human experience that resist categorization or control: with anger, greed, desire, and other emotions; with ageing and other changes that happen over time; with sudden, unexpected events or coincidences that defy all our usual assumptions about cause and effect. He delights in telling stories that reverse the scenarios favoured by the pedagogues of the English educational system, where the old are always wise and youngsters disobedient, where men are intelligent, strong and responsible and women fickle, foolish, weak, where rulers are to be respected and their subjects docile. Perhaps his most striking characteristic, in fact, can be summed up in the statement that with Greene’s work you can seldom guess what will happen next. This would hardly be true if it could be tidily compartmentalized. In imparting this unpredictable quality to his narratives Greene built on the achievements of English prose fiction writers of the 1560s and 1570s; and to appreciate his contribution to literary history one has to start with these.[xi]
The 1560s saw a major influx of French and Italian short stories into England, in the shape of the hugely influential collections of William Painter and Geoffrey Fenton. Greene clearly read Painter’s two-part Palace of Pleasure (1566-7) very carefully – like many of his contemporaries, including Shakespeare – and transferred its organized eclecticism to his own story collections, such as Perimedes the Blacksmith (c. 1588) or Penelope’s Web (1587). Fenton’s Certain Tragical Discourses (1567) helped bring about the ‘feminizing’ of English prose fiction in the 1570s, which Greene enthusiastically embraced.[xii] Dedicated to Mary Sidney, Philip’s mother, the Tragical Discourses are a selection of often melodramatic stories derived from the Italian author Mateo Bandello, in which women play a central role. Fenton’s insistence that his stories constitute a form of history, articulated in the detailed defence of the historian’s craft in his dedication, helped to give English prose fiction its status as a kind of alternative to the chronicles sponsored by governments: a form that acknowledged, as chronicles did not, the crucial parts played by women and desire in the changing fortunes of nations. Greene’s two interventions in the quasi-historical matter of Troy – Penelope’s Web and Euphues his Censure to Philautus (1587) – and his cheeky historical romance Ciceronis Amor (1589), which describes the love-life of Rome’s most celebrated orator, continue Fenton’s project of identifying women and desire as the unacknowledged dual motors of European history.
Painter’s and Fenton’s achievements were built on by the two most influential English writers of the 1570s, George Gascoigne and John Lyly. Gascoigne’s only prose fiction, The Adventures of Master F.J., formed part of his miscellany A Hundreth Sundry Flowers (1573), revised as The Posies of George Gascoigne Esquire in 1575; while Lyly’s two Euphues books (1578 and 1580) gave their name to an ornately patterned prose style, euphuism, which remained fashionable for at least a decade after their publication. Both Gascoigne and Lyly took devious, witty, feckless young men as their protagonists. In each case these men come as strangers from distant regions to the household of a respected member of society – a Northern English knight in the first version of the Adventures of Master F.J., the Governor of Naples in the first Euphues book – and disrupt it by prosecuting an adulterous or quasi-adulterous affair: Master F.J. seduces the knight’s wife, Euphues the Governor’s daughter, who is betrothed to another man. Both narratives emphasize the complex, stylistically sophisticated repartee between illicit lovers, whose enjoyment of wordplay, elegant syntax and chop-logic masquerading as reason – the verbal counterpart of passionate sex or a skilful card-game – quickly leads them into moral confusion. In each case the women prove more adept at such word-games than the men, and are therefore blamed, directly or by implication, for the male protagonist’s descent into depravity. Master F.J. ends his adventures as a misogynist, Euphues as a philosopher warning other young men against entangling themselves with women as he did. At the same time, both books adopt an amusingly sardonic view of the kind of counsel dispensed by the reformed Euphues. The recipient of such advice himself, he paid no attention to it when young, and there seems little likelihood that his young male readers will be any more influenced than he was by moral instruction – though they will relish, no doubt, the artistry of his phrasing, which is so much more attractive when deployed as a weapon in repartee than when trotting out truisms.
William Shakespeare (David Mitchell) and Robert Greene (Mark Heap), from Ben Elton’s TV show Upstart Crow
Both books, in fact, present themselves as a form of alternative education for their young male readers – much as Fenton’s presented itself as an alternative to chronicle history. Euphues before his reformation is a highly talented young man whose training in the art of rhetoric fails to keep him safe in the predatory environment of modern Italy, as represented by the untrained but mentally acute young woman Lucilla, who first charms and then discards him. Master F.J. too finds his verbal skills, which he devotes to the cut-and-thrust of witty dialogue, more than matched by the native eloquence of his mistress Elinor. Formal humanist education in itself, these narratives insist, leaves its recipients poorly equipped to cope with the quotidian power-games of early modern society. The philosophy of the humanist pedagogues, conveyed to the young in glib sayings, not reasoned treatises, can be exploited by any man or woman witty and unprincipled enough to apply them for private purposes. And the skills involved in deploying these and other verbal tricks persuasively are by no means confined to the educated classes. Male and female con-artists, streetwise tricksters and adolescent truants of all classes are equally capable of picking them up and using them, to the dismay of pedagogues and parents who think to give their children an advantage by providing them with a top-class education.
English prose fiction of the 1570s, then, may be seen not just an alternative form of schooling but as a form of anti-schooling, exposing the flaws in the cherished assumptions of Elizabethan educators. Real life, it implies, operates according to quite different principles than the simplistic formulae promulgated by schoolmasters and tutors; and this can have worrying implications for members of the ruling classes who endeavour to guide their actions by what they have been taught. As often as not, public figures in these books are powerless to regulate either their own lives or those of their inferiors. The social, economic and philosophical structures of early modern Europe may look stable and well organized, but they are always shifting in response to new pressures, always on the verge of metamorphosis or collapse. The presence in Lyly’s and Gascoigne’s texts of competing European cultures reinforces this impression. Master F.J. and Elinor introduce French and Italian dances, games and customs into Northern England, while Euphues is an Athenian in Lucilla’s Italian hometown, quickly finding himself Italianated – rendered more devious and subtle than he was already – by her influence. England could easily become a second France, and anywhere in Europe could end up as Italy. In addition, the key terms that dominate the two narratives invoke not stability but improvisation in response to unexpected circumstances. Master F.J.’s ‘adventures’ are games of chance played for the highest stakes, while the subtitle of the first Euphues book – The Anatomy of Wit – parades its author’s obsession with native, undisciplined intelligence, capable of responding with lightning speed to sudden encounters; his obsession, in fact, with the quickness or ‘quick capacity’ celebrated by Gascoigne. This is the literary context inherited by Greene, and it was in direct response to the challenges these texts threw down that he constructed his scandalous career as a proto-novelist.
One of Greene’s many authorial personae: the London con-artist or coney-catcher, as portrayed in a series of pamphlets
In the first of his romances, Mamillia (c. 1580),[xiii] Greene followed Fenton, Gascoigne and Lyly in making a passionate and eloquent woman the centre of attention; and although like them he finds her interesting solely in terms of her relationship with men, he differs from his predecessors in refusing to condemn her for her eloquence and passion. Instead, as Derek Alwes has pointed out, he makes her an idealized mother-substitute for her fickle husband, nurturing him and forgiving his infidelities time and again until she has converted him by sheer force of faithfulness into what his culture would have him.[xiv] There were precedents for such exemplary women in the works of Gascoigne and Lyly: Elinor, F.J.’s mistress, has a well-behaved and intelligent sister called Frances, and the second Euphues book, Euphues and his England (1580), substitutes a clever and courteous Englishwoman, Camilla, for the headstrong Neapolitan Lucilla. But neither of these women could be described as maternal, and forgiveness is not their central role; and Greene returns to the forgiving maternal woman so often in his work that she acquires the force of a philosophical idea. By frequently casting women as the imperilled champions of a sexual, social and religious value system which is always being demolished by men, Greene lays emphasis on the fragility of the humanist pedagogic framework, which needs to be defended or restored by the extemporary verbal acrobatics traditionally gendered as female. Constancy for Greene is a necessarily active quality, surviving through constant negotiation with the traitors and humbugs that seek to undermine it. His constant women are always in verbal or physical motion, pursuing, converting and avenging themselves on the men who assault or betray them. And in doing so they effectively give men a free hand to behave as badly as they like. Thomas Nashe famously called Greene ‘the Homer of Women’, and implied that he praised them in his romances to make himself ‘more amiable with [his] friends of the Feminine sexe’.[xv] But as Alwes has demonstrated, despite all the prefaces Greene addresses to women, his implied readers in the narrative proper are invariably men, and it’s men who stand to gain most from subscribing to his ascription of constancy and cultural guardianship to their mothers, sisters, wives and daughters.[xvi]
The Adventures of Master F.J. took games of chance or ‘adventure’ as its theme, and Euphues was organized around its author’s delight in scintillating wit. Greene shares Gascoigne’s and Lyly’s concern with arranging their work thematically, and like them chooses themes that stress the precarious shiftiness of the world into which his young men and women stray when they leave the parental home (or indeed beforehand, since parents in Greene’s work are often untrustworthy), and the ungovernable nature of the mind. He was helped in developing these themes by his passion for the ancient Greek romances that were becoming known in England as he wrote: Longus’s Daphnis and Chloe, Heliodorus’s Aethiopica, Achilles Tatius’s Leucippe and Clitophon, all of which stress the role played by a perverse and unpredictable fortune in the lives of mortals, effecting astonishing coincidences, miraculous resurrections, unhoped-for reconciliations on the capacious stage of the Mediterranean.[xvii] Fortune figures largely in Greene’s work throughout his life, from the ‘injurious fortune’ that robs Mamillia of her husband Pharicles in his first romance to the card-games that rob the cony-catchers’ victims of their purses in his final pamphlets. But for Greene, fortune is to a great extent an internal phenomenon – as Katharine Wilson has shown – whose processes are worked out through the kaleidoscopic changes of the mind and the language it uses.[xviii] Mamillia would never have lost Pharicles if he had not been unfaithful, or regained him if she had not been eloquent, active and courageous. The cony-catchers rig all the games of chance by which they fleece their clients. Greene’s romances, then, fuse the English writers’ fascination with the most ungovernable aspects of human psychology with the generous geographical scale and twisted plotting of the Greeks; and ungovernable minds and devious plotting remained his topic when he turned his attention to the smaller stage of the London underworld at the close of his career.
Paul Salzman’s invaluable anthology includes Euphues, The Adventures of Master F J and Greene’s Pandosto
A series of romances published in 1584 proclaim his preoccupation with themes relating to intractability on their title pages: Morando: The Tritameron of Love; Arbasto: The Anatomy of Fortune; Gwydonius: The Card of Fancy. The protean forms of irresistible desire, the fluctuations of good and bad luck, and that tricky term fancy, which combines the senses of erotic attraction and of fantasy – a wilful turning away from what is deemed serious, stable or ‘true’ – these are Greene’s recurrent themes in all the literary forms he made his own. The first of these books, Morando, invites its reader to join a houseful of Italian nobles as they debate a series of questioni d’amore (questions of love) in imitation of Boccaccio’s Filocolo and Castiglione’s Book of the Courtier. But the second and third are more characteristic of Greene’s mature romances, in that they expand the topographical and temporal scale of Gascoigne’s and Lyly’s fictions, inserting romantic attachments between men and women into the context of wars between nations, the twists and turns of whose progress imply the passage of considerable time as each tale unfolds. Time and its effects, indeed, are another abiding preoccupation of Greene’s, enshrined in the title of his most popular romance, written in c. 1585: Pandosto: The Triumph of Time.[xix] This stress on time helps to underline the difference between romance and chronicle history. The term ‘history’ implies the orderly progress of an official narrative, a record committed to paper at the behest of human authorities. ‘Time’ stresses instead the operation of ungovernable forces that both ‘plant and o’erwhelm custom’ (to quote the play based on Pandosto, Shakespeare’s Winter’s Tale),[xx] sweeping aside authority and institutions in favour of biological imperatives or sudden shifts of circumstance, very often brought about by random changes in the moods of individuals or populations. It is hardly surprising, then, to find that monarchs find themselves subject to the most extreme fluctuations of fortune in Greene’s romance. Love, fortune, fancy, time – none of these can be constrained within the social or geographical boundaries set by government, and the solitary supreme governor – the monarch – is likely to discover this unwelcome fact more swiftly than anyone else. The deposed King of Denmark Arbasto, alternately weeping and laughing in a hermit’s cell before narrating his adventures, sums up the unstable universe of Greene’s romances.
But despite the ambitious topography and time-scheme of Arbasto, Gwydonius and Pandosto, all three are very short – a feature that helps bring out their thematic unity. Brevity was forced on Greene by the market; an Elizabethan author was only paid for a manuscript once, after which the rights to it passed to the printer, so that he found it more profitable to write several short pieces than a single long one, such as Sidney’s Arcadia.[xxi] It was also in the author’s interest to keep his readers entertained, so that they would keep demanding his work at the local bookstall. Variety as well as brevity was of the essence. Despite their similar themes, Arbasto and Gwydonius have different outcomes (tragic and comic respectively), while Pandosto ends as tragicomedy, with both marriage and suicide. The three books experiment, too, with stylistic innovations. Arbasto is written in the first person – almost uniquely in Elizabethan fiction – while Gwydonius and Pandosto report dialogue in the manner of a play, dispensing with ‘he said’ and ‘she said’ in favour of speech prefixes, or relying on the reader to distinguish between unnamed speakers in successive paragraphs. Greene could be said, in fact, to have brought prose fiction closer to drama than ever before, forging romances, story collections and pamphlets into a kind of paper playhouse, while making his greatest plays (Friar Bacon and Friar Bungay [c. 1589] and The Scottish History of James the Fourth [c. 1590]) from the stuff of romance. Like a play in production his prose fiction takes many risks, and its riskiness is both what made it popular and what damned it in the minds of its critics.
This is a useful place to find Greene’s Gwydonius: The Card of Fancy
Gwydonius offers a fine example of the risks Greene was willing to take.[xxii] The opening section closely resembles Lyly’s first Euphues book in plot, pace and style; but as the narrative unfolds it persistently disrupts the expectations this resemblance might have raised in its first readers. Lyly’s Euphues books inhabit a world where the older generation is exemplary in its conduct. Gwydonius opens instead with the portrait of a despot, Duke Clerophontes, who uses ‘such mercilesse crueltie to his forraine enimies, and such modelesse rigour to his native Citizens, that it was doubtfull whether he was more feared of his foes for his crueltie, or hated of his friends for his tyrannie’ (sig. B1r). Clerophontes rules part of Sicily, an island synonymous with tyranny in the Renaissance (a reputation it owes to the tyrant Dionysius, who featured in the most celebrated English play of the 1560s, Richard Edwards’s Damon and Pythias).[xxiii] So it comes as no surprise that the Duke’s son, too, is ‘blemished with detestable qualyties’ (sig. B1v). Where Euphues was an uncharacteristic product of the city of Athens, famous for brilliant statesmen and philosophers, Gwydonius is the spitting image of his despotic father, which lends an ironic flavour to the reams of good advice Clerophontes gives him. Pronounced by a man who is feared by his friends as much as his enemies, the Duke’s injunctions to ‘Be a friend to all, and a foe to none’, to ‘trust not without triall, nor commit any secret to a friendlye stranger’, and to ‘Lend not… a listning eare to the Alarums of love’ (sig. B4v), strike the reader as deeply hypocritical – especially since Clerophontes considers killing his awkward son before deciding to advise him. No surprise, then, that when Gwydonius sets off on his travels, like Euphues before him, he promptly forgets his father’s counsel – with predictable consequences: he is arrested in the first country he comes to for financial double-dealing. But he emerges from prison repentant, and proceeds to seek employment at the court of an exemplary monarch, the Duke of Alexandria. Clearly he is no Euphues or F.J., both of whom underwent protracted periods of cheerful prodigality before their downfalls. He has ceased to misbehave within the first few pages of his narrative; and from this point on, Greene’s early readers would have had no notion what might happen to him.
The next stage of the narrative is just as unpredictable. In a mirror image of the opening, Duke Orlanio of Alexandria warns his daughter Castania to resist desire; but since Orlanio is as wise as Clerophontes was tyrannical – and since Castania derives her name from the Latin word for chaste (casta) – Greene’s first readers no doubt assumed she would take heed of his warnings. Sure enough, she begins as a model of self-restraint. When young Valericus attempts to seduce her she rebuffs him in a series of speeches that get steadily blunter the more he persists. But the situation changes. Gwydonius too falls in love with her, and she spurns him as she spurned Valericus. Where Valericus’s persistence annoyed her, however, she is perversely delighted by Gwydonius’s obstinacy. When he refuses to take no for an answer she is impressed by his commitment; and when he chooses to leave Egypt to spare her his unwelcome attentions, she can restrain herself no longer. She sends him a letter that has no equivalent in Lyly or Gascoigne: a declaration of love wholly free from irony or devious mind-games. ‘What though the Duke my father be incensed against me, for making (in his minde) so carelesse a choice?’ she writes ecstatically.
What care I for his friendship, so I have thy favour[?] Let him fret, let my friends frowne, let livinges be lost, hap what hap wil, no misling showers of mischance, no boysterous blasts of adversitie, no terrible tempestes of disaster fortune, shall make my constant minde in any respect to move: no torments, no travaile, no care, no calamitie, no penurie, no povertie, no onelie the losse of life shall diminishe my love[:] in liew whereof remain thou but constant, and in pledge of my protested good will, have here my heart and hand, to be thine in duste and ashes (sig. M2v-M3r).
It is hard to convey the full impact of this extraordinary passage. After Castania’s fiercely rational resistance to her suitors, this bold articulation of desire comes as something of a shock even to the modern reader, who has been willing her to confess her love for many pages. But to its early readers it was surely far more shocking. The Euphues books lay great stress on the achievement of a moral and philosophical balance in life, an equilibrium that has its counterpart in the balanced clauses of Lyly’s prose.[xxiv] Emotion must be tempered with reason, Lyly contends, youthful self-interest with respect for the precepts of your elders, devotion to an individual with devotion to your monarch and country, or respect for the foreign state where you are a guest. The lack of such a balance leads to the humiliation of the prodigal hero in the first Euphues book, and the achievement of it is what marks out the heroine Camilla in the second as exemplary. But in Greene’s passage all balance is lost. Castania’s commitment to her lover is absolute, and her clauses reflect this in their failure to sustain the elegant dualisms, the succession of neatly paired clauses linked in sound and sense, for which Euphuism was famous. Instead they build up, in a crescendo constructed from small alliterative units, to a statement of radical imbalance, of complete singleness of purpose; and to a final phrase in which alliteration, assonance and caution are thrown to the winds: ‘have here my heart and hand, to be thine in duste and ashes’.
Greene’s fascination with time is neatly summed up in this illustration for his popular play, Friar Bacon and Friar Bungay
Castania then signs off her letter with a casual blasphemy (‘Thine, though the Gods say no’, sig. M3r) that might have left Elizabethan readers reeling. Her dismissal of her father’s opinion, swiftly followed by a hubristic dismissal of the gods themselves, would in any earlier romance have served as prologue to disaster; and her total reliance on the former libertine Gwydonius (‘remain thou but constant’) seems to show where disaster will come from. So when Gwydonius’s father Clerophontes declares war on Alexandria, the lovers’ fate seems sealed. Gwydonius has told neither Castania nor her father that he is Clerophontes’s son; to do so now would be fatal; he is therefore trapped in an impossible situation, branded liar and traitor by a twist of fate. The stage is set for a tragic dénouement, which seems all the more likely given the tragic ending of Greene’s previous romance, Arbasto.
It is the jealous Valericus – Castania’s would-be lover – who sets the final act in motion. He makes the double discovery that Castania loves Gwydonius and that Clerophontes is Gwydonius’s father; and he gleefully leaks these discoveries to Orlanio, delighted at the chance to humiliate the woman who rejected him. Orlanio responds less like an Egyptian statesman than a Sicilian tyrant, clapping Gwydonius in jail and locking up his daughter, though not before informing her – as every father should – of the reason for her punishment. ‘Hath the force of love,’ he rants, ‘nay rather the furie of lust (vild wretch) so blinded thy understanding, that to accomplish it thou passest not to pervert both humane and divine lawes?’ (sig. Q2r). Some of Greene’s first readers, no doubt, would have sympathized with the Duke’s position; everyone knew, after all, that ‘lascivious affection’ (sig. Q2r) must be resisted, laws honoured, gods and Dukes obeyed. At the same time they may have found the venom of his language unsettling. And when Orlanio concludes his speech by condemning his daughter to death for a crime she did not commit – a sentence from which she is only saved by the intervention of her brother – it is clear that he is fast becoming a second Clerophontes. The moral high ground has in fact been lost by this stage in the narrative. The older generation have shown themselves as irascible and impulsive as the young; the counsellors have discarded their own good counsel; and the just ruler seems as capable of breaking the law as his unjust neighbour. All moral direction has gone, and with it any lingering convictions as to where the tale is going.
The ending serves only to compound the early reader’s confusion. Gwydonius escapes from prison – again with the help of Castania’s brother – and learns that his father has invaded Alexandria. But he also learns that the war has reached an impasse, which the invaders seek to resolve by challenging their enemies to single combat, control of both the dukedoms being the prize. Clerophontes (who is ‘huge of stature’, sig. R3v) offers himself as the Sicilian invaders’ champion, but the Alexandrians have no champion of equal strength. After a short internal struggle, Gwydonius makes up his mind to accept the challenge on behalf of Alexandria, fighting against his father to defend his lover, betraying his country to display his faith to his future wife. And he expresses this decision in the book’s most disturbing passage.‘Is not (fond foole) necessitie above nature?’ he soliloquizes. ‘Is not the lawe of love above King or Keysar, Father or Friends, God or the Divell? Yes. And so I meane to take it: for either I will valiantly win the conquest and my Castania, or lose the victorie, and so by death ende my miseries’ (sig. S3v-T1r). There is no attempt here at reasoned argument; this is the language of raw passion, aggravated by treason, prospective parricide and blasphemy – the latter not even mitigated, this time round, by being directed at the pagan Gods. The duel ends in triumph for Gwydonius, an outcome that ensures a reconciliation of the warring nations when he weds Castania. But the moment when he reveals his identity leaves the onlookers baffled; Sicilians and Alexandrians alike stand ‘astonished at this strange Tragedie, doubting […] whether they dreampt of such a rare device, or saw it in effect’ (sig. T1v). And this self-conscious pointing up of the ‘rare device’ Greene has effected – a plot with all the hallmarks of tragedy, capped with a happy conclusion – indicates his awareness that he has done something new and controversial, a special effect on paper to match the special effects that were dazzling spectators on the London stage. No Elizabethan reader could have predicted such an outcome for the tale Greene had been telling, peopled as it is with rebellious youngsters, erring parents, treason, jealousy, injustice, unprovoked aggression between nations, and the rhetoric of unreason. Neither of the most celebrated literary prodigals of the previous decade – F.J. or Euphues – was permitted to get his girl as Greene’s does; and neither of them went so far in their resistance to authority. The ending of Gwydonius is designed to be bewildering; as bewildering as the more familiar ending of Pandosto, in which a ‘comical event’, the marriage of Dorastus and Fawnia, is undermined by a ‘tragical stratagem’ (pp. 224-5), as Fawnia’s father King Pandosto is seized with remorse for his acts of jealousy, murder and incest and kills himself in a fit of depression.[xxv] With these two romances, Greene effectively tore up the script for the kind of moral instruction a writer of fiction was expected to offer their public.
Another illustration for Green’s play Friar Bacon and Friar Bungay
The instability of Gwydonius can be summed up in the changing connotations of the term ‘fancy’ in the romance. The subtitle – The Card of Fancy – suggests it is a verbal chart or map of the affections, although a ‘card’ could also be a compass or a component in a card game.[xxvi] Fancy in Greene’s work can only be mapped, its course traced like that of a storm-tossed vessel; it can be won with luck, like a game of cards, but it cannot be shaped, directed or expunged. At the beginning of the romance it is unequivocally a force to be resisted. Gwydonius in his prodigal phase ‘follow[s] wilfullye the furie of his owne frantike fancie’ (sig. B2r), though he is warned against it by his father, while Orlanio would have his daughter shun ‘the stiffeling stormes of unbridled fancie’ (sig. C4v). For the greater part of the book she obeys his instructions, conscious of fancy’s alliterative affinity with frenzy, folly and fickleness. Valericus’s ‘fading fancie’ (sig. E4r) – another negative alliteration – seems to prove her right, since it speedily converts itself to ‘extreame hate’ (sig. F2v). But fancy that endures is a different matter. Gwydonius’s refusal to be put off his ‘fixed fancie’ (sig. H4v) by denials soon infects Castania with the same condition (‘O lawlesse Love,’ she chides herself in a panic, ‘O fancie, fraught full of phrensie and furie’, sig. I3r), then convinces her that his feelings are lasting (he shows ‘no signes of fleeting fancie, but of firme affection’, sig. M1v). Yet the lovers’ now mutual attachment continues to bear the same name. When Gwydonius is considering whether he should fight his father he describes his love of Castania as ‘fancie’ (sig. S1r), and Castania concurs, acknowledging the ‘force of fancie’ while in prison for Gwydonius’s sake (sig. Q4r). Laden as it has been with negative connotations in the first half of the romance, the term’s continued use in the second half is unsettling. Indeed, the frequency with which it is repeated makes one suspect Greene is trying to unsettle us; so too does his use of ‘fancy’ rather than ‘love’, which has more positive connotations in the romance tradition. What then was Greene’s intention in rendering the key term of his book so radically unstable?
Greene’s point, it seems, is that time determines meaning.[xxvii] A term used one day will have a different meaning the next, depending on who uses it and under what conditions. This is confirmed by the imprisoned lovers’ reliance on time to resolve their crises. Gwydonius expresses his certainty that ‘the Gods… will in tract of time ridde us from blame’ (sig. Q3v), while Castania contends that ‘in time we shall have such happie successe, as the loyaltie of our love, and the cleerenesse of our conscience […] doo deserve’ (sig. Q4v-R1r). It is the length of time he remains loyal that confirms Gwydonius’s constancy, and time that ensures that his betrayal of father and country acquires legitimacy – if he had lost the single combat he would have been a traitor, but once it is won he can claim that ‘the destinies by my meanes have decreed’ that the Dukes and their countries should be reconciled (sig. T1r). So too the word fancy changes its meaning according to the moment when it is uttered; there is no single enduring interpretation of a given term, and no human agency has any more power to fix a word’s meaning than to ensure the outcome of a fight between two evenly-matched contestants. The consistent failures of the legal system in Greene’s romances – from Orlanio’s summary condemnation of Castania to the King’s spontaneous dismissal of the evidence at the trial in Pandosto – confirms the impossibility of containing language, even in the interests of legislation. And if language cannot be contained even in the lawcourts, what hope is there of holding its most powerful users, hereditary monarchs, to account? What hope is there of justice, outside the bounds of a well-executed romance?
Gwydonius’s reference to the ‘destinies’ implies that some supernatural agency may be at work in Greene’s universe, ensuring that justice is done in the fullness of time. But the pagan setting of the young man’s adventures – the same ‘ancient’ Mediterranean context Greene uses for Pandosto, Menaphon (1589), and his story-collections Penelope’s Web, Euphues His Censure and PerimedestheBlacksmith – undermines the characters’ conviction that a benevolent destiny, fate or providence guides their actions. Atrocities are committed – the effective murder of Bellaria in Pandosto, the pointless massacres of armies and populations in Arbasto, Gwydonius, Menaphon – which can hardly be compensated for by an eventual royal marriage. And if the gods may be conveniently questioned in this ancient setting so too may the mortals they have put in power. The murderous irascibility of Duke Clerophontes is shared by the Kings of Bohemia and Sicily in Pandosto, by King Democles in Menaphon, by the King of Denmark in Arbasto – which despite its Northern setting is clearly set in the pre-Christian world, since it opens with the first person narrator offering a sacrifice to Astarte in the Phoenician city of Sidon.[xxviii] Time, in fact, is consistently deployed in these romances as an instrument for undermining the power of monarchy – both by implying that all rulers will finally be judged as they deserve once the passing years have robbed them of their crowns, and also by demonstrating the extent to which they share their subjects’ inability to manipulate history, despite all their efforts to control the narratives of which they form part.
Greene’s Pandosto is a source for Shakespeare’s The Winter’s Tale
The romance that most insistently stresses this monarchic helplessness is Pandosto: The Triumph of Time. Here the term ‘time’ is repeated as often, and deployed to as many contradictory purposes, as ‘fancy’ in Gwydonius. It is the ‘computation of time’ (p. 192) that convinces the jealous monarch Pandosto that his wife is pregnant by Egistus – just as it is the ‘time of the year’ (p. 224) when she was found that eventually helps him identify his long-lost daughter. Pandosto’s cupbearer Franion disobeys his orders to kill Egistus, certain that his master will forgive his disobedience ‘when time should pacify his anger’ (p.189). The opening of the story casts Franion’s certainty in doubt by defining jealousy as the only passion impossible to cure ‘by tract of time’ (p. 184). But such proverbial incapsulations of universal laws have a way of collapsing, in Greene’s world, in the face of experience. Despite Pandosto’s efforts to pervert the course of justice his wife is proved innocent, then dies from the stress she has been under; and at this point, time becomes punishment, as Pandosto embarks on an extended programme of contrition, visiting her tomb ‘once a day’ to mourn her death (p. 199). Later we learn ‘how fortune is plumed with time’s feathers, and how she can minister strange causes to breed strange effects’ (p. 178), as Pandosto’s lost daughter Fawnia finds her way back to him, preparing the way for the tragicomic ending. The reference to ‘strange causes’ and ‘strange effects’ recalls Gwydonius’s ‘straunge Tragedie’ and ‘rare device’, with their acknowledgment of Greene’s gleeful violation of generic expectations. Both romances render themselves strange by demonstrating how far the tragic and the comic are subject to time. If Pandosto had ended with Bellaria’s death its tragic status would have been indisputable. If the romance had come to a close with Fawnia’s marriage, its ending would have been comic. But by repeatedly carrying through his narrative to the next abrupt change of circumstances, Greene demonstrates the arbitrary nature of generic divisions, and with them the arbitrariness of divisions based on social status, personal reputation, morals, and national identity (nearly all his romances end with a marriage that renegotiates boundaries between nations or city states). Where language itself is arbitrary, as the changing connotations of ‘time’ and ‘fancy’ suggest, no human institution can be sure of retaining its identity for long.
It is hardly surprising, then, if Greene should have made his own crisis of identity as an author the subject of his later fictions. His use of a succession of different mottos on the title-pages of his books suggests he was always intensely aware of the image of himself he presented to his readers – and aware too that it was constantly changing.[xxix] The range of his dedicatees, too, from unknown friends to the highest nobles in the land (Gwydonius is dedicated to the Earl of Oxford), demonstrates his willingness to redefine his social position from one book to the next.[xxx] Then in about 1590 he started to include his name in the titles of his books, a sign both of his growing commercial success and of his growing interest in weaving his own story into his fictions. And this practice marked a major new stage in his lifetime quest for innovation.
Alexander B. Grosart’s edition of The Life and Works of Robert Greene
The bulk of his publications with ‘Greene’ in their titles contain quasi-Chaucerian recantations of his earlier romances. Chaucerian pilgrims feature often, seeking redemption through travel in some unspecified, explicitly non-Catholic way; and in one of them, Greene’s Vision, Greene even meets the ghost of Chaucer himself, who praises his work.[xxxi] Chaucer renounced his non-religious writings at the end of his life, but Greene’s renunciation is far more protracted, lasting from 1590 till his death in 1592. Greene’s Vision suggests that he gave careful thought to this timing, since he deferred its publication from the year of its writing – 1590 – till that of his death. Partly no doubt this deferral occurred because he was not yet ready to turn his talents to theology, as he promises he will in the pamphlet. Perhaps, though, he also deferred because of some deep ambivalence about the need for recantation, making his claims to contrition as double-sided as his representation of himself in the Groatsworth as the trickster tricked.
Greene’s rejections of romance are nearly all romances, from his lyrical retelling of the story of the Prodigal Son, Greene’s Mourning Garment (1590), to the story-collection in which he traces the forms of human stupidity, including his own, Greene’s Farewell to Folly (1591). Gwydonius and Pandosto show why he felt the need to stage a repudiation of his earlier work, with their scandalous breach of Elizabethan conventions regarding the didactic function of fiction. But they also show how hard it would be for Greene to stage some final repentance, since moods, convictions, affections, even the definition of right and wrong are always changing with the passing time. Perhaps the only way to promise reformation, for Greene, was to acknowledge its contingent nature by deferring the moment of that promise’s fulfilment till an unspecified moment beyond the limits of the text in which the promise is made.
The supreme statement of the principle of deferral in Greene’s writing is the two-part, quasi-autobiographical romance Greene’s Never too Late (1590). Its title anticipates the risk Greene ran two years later, in the year of his terminal illness: if it is never too late to repent, there is a danger that contrition will be repeatedly put off until the hour of doom, when Greene is represented in the various versions of his deathbed scene scrawling letters to his abandoned wife in which he begs her to pay off his debts – procrastinating payment, in fact, until after the breath has left his body. It might even be said that Greene’s Never too Late predicts a future scenario for its author very much like this one. At the end of Part One, its protagonist Francesco declares his intention to reform himself and go back to his wife, whom he has abandoned just as Greene is said to have abandoned his; and Francesco echoes the narrative’s title as he makes this decision: ‘remember this… Nunquam sera est ad bonos mores via’ [it’s never too late to take the path of righteousness] (p. 61).[xxxii] But it is not until three quarters of the way through Part Two that the prodigal husband finally summons up the will to go home to his spouse. And the repentance pamphlets of 1592, which point up the link between Francesco’s life and Greene’s, imply that even this eventual return was either a fictional or an impermanent one. The Groatsworth finds the author back in London, dying in debt to his landlady and as far as ever from his wife. The operation of time in his works precludes the kind of neat Prodigal Son narrative, where a rebellious young man falls on hard times and returns chastened to the path of good conduct, which was the staple of so much Elizabethan fiction and drama.[xxxiii] Greene’s world is dominated by fortune, not providence; in it, men’s minds are subject to fancy and folly rather than reason; and as a result no orderly pattern of cause and effect can be guaranteed, no ending certain until the very last page of a romance has been written, the very last heartbeat of a man’s life stilled.
This is what makes Greene’s work so lively and so dramatic. In his celebrated cony-catching pamphlets, the author’s bad behaviour in London – the reason for his need for repentance – supplies him with the raw material for a witty exposition of the seamier side of London life; while the very act of exposition puts him in danger of retaliation from the men and women whose crimes he exposes, so that each new cony-catching pamphlet becomes an instalment in a game of cat-and-mouse, played out (Greene would have us believe) between the London mafia and the intrepid pamphleteer. Printed paper becomes a performance, implicitly stirring up frantic action in the underworld each time it leaves the press, and whipping its audience into frenzied anticipation of the next instalment as each pamphlet ends. We are beginning to learn once again how to appreciate Greene’s various performances in his prose. And in doing so, we are learning to read with renewed excitement a forgotten but vital chapter in the story of the novel.
SHORT BIBLIOGRAPHY
Alwes, Derek, Sons and Authors in Elizabethan England (Newark: University of Delaware Press, 2004)
Barbour, Reid, Deciphering Elizabethan Fiction (Newark, DE: University of Delaware Press, 1993)
Clark, Sandra, The Elizabethan Pamphleteers (Rutherford, N.J.: Fairleigh Dickinson University Press, 1983)
Crupi, Charles, Robert Greene (Boston: Twayne Publishers, 1986)
Davis, Walter R., Idea and Act in Elizabethan Fiction (Princeton, N.J.: Princeton University Press, 1969)
Hadfield, Andrew, Literature, Travel and Colonial Writing in the English Renaissance 1545-1625 (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1998)
Helgerson, Richard, The Elizabethan Prodigals (Berkeley and Los Angeles: University of California Press, 1976)
Margolies, David, Novel and Society in Elizabethan England (Totowa, N.J.: Barnes and Noble Books, 1985)
Kinney, Arthur F., Humanist Poetics (Amherst: University of Massachusetts Press, 1986)
Mentz, Steve, Romance for Sale in Early Modern England: The Rise of Prose Fiction (Aldershot: Ashgate 2006)
Newcomb, Lori Humphrey, Reading Popular Romance in Early Modern England (New York: Columbia University Press, 2002)
Melnikoff, Kirk, and Edward Gieskes, eds., Writing Robert Greene (Aldershot: Ashgate, 2008)
Wilson, Katharine, Fictions of Authorship in Late Elizabethan Narratives (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 2006)
NOTES
[i] Major recent reassessments include Derek Alwes, Sons and Authors in Elizabethan England (Newark: University of Delaware Press, 2004); Steve Mentz, Romance for Sale in Early Modern England: The Rise of Prose Fiction (Aldershot: Ashgate 2006); Lori Humphrey Newcomb, Reading Popular Romance in Early Modern England (New York: Columbia University Press, 2002); Katharine Wilson, Fictions of Authorship in Late Elizabethan Narratives (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 2006); and Kirk Melnikoff and Edward Gieskes, eds., Writing Robert Greene (Aldershot: Ashgate, 2008). The last includes an invaluable final chapter listing ‘Recent Studies in Robert Greene (1989-2006)’, which complements Kevin J. Donovan, ‘Recent Studies in Robert Greene (1968-88)’, English Literary Renaissance 20.1 (1990), 163-75.
[ii] For an account of the changes in Greene’s critical fortunes see Kirk Melnikoff and Edward Gieskes, ‘Introduction: Re-imagining Robert Greene’, Writing Robert Greene, ed. Melnikoff and Gieskes, 1-24.
[iii] Brenda Cantar argues that it was largely rival pamphleteers who represented Greene as a hack; see the introduction to her edition of Menaphon (Ottawa: Dovehouse Editions, 1996), 20. On Harvey’s part in forging his reputation see Sandra Clark, The Elizabethan Pamphleteers (Rutherford, NJ: Fairleigh Dickinson University Press, 1983), 47. Greene’s own part in forging his reputation is discussed in detail by Newcomb, Wilson and Alwes.
[iv] Except where indicated, all quotations from Greene are from the first extant edition as given in STC.
[v] For the authorship of the Groatsworth, see John Jowett, ‘Johannes Factotum: Henry Chettle and Greene’s groatsworth of wit’, Papers of the Bibliographical Society of America, 87 (1993), 453–85.
[vi] See Steve Mentz, ‘Forming Greene: Theorizing the Early Modern Author in the Groatsworth of Wit’, Writing Robert Greene, ed. Melnikoff and Gieskes, 115-131.
[vii] For an elegant discussion of his life see Lori Humphrey Newcomb’s entry for Robert Greene in the Oxford Dictionary of National Biography.
[viii] The fullest account of Greene’s afterlife is given in Newcomb, Reading Popular Romance.
[ix] The phrase comes from Constance Relihan’s Fashioning Authority: The Development of Elizabethan Novelistic Discourse (Kent, OH: Kent State University Press, 1994).
[x] See Walter R. Davis, Idea and Act in Elizabethan Fiction (Princeton, N.J.: Princeton University Press, 1969), 139. See also Mentz’s sevenfold division of his career in ‘Forming Greene’, 123-5.
[xi] The account of the works of Painter, Fenton, Gascoigne and Lyly that follows draws on my Elizabethan Fictions: Espionage, Counter-espionage and the Duplicity of Fiction in Early Elizabethan Prose Narratives (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1997).
[xii] Another important story-collection from this point of view is George Pettie, A Petite Palace of Pettie His Pleasure (1576), whose author claims to desire only women as readers.
[xiii] For the date of Mamillia see Wilson, Fictions of Authorship, 75.
[xv]The Works of Thomas Nashe, ed. R. B. McKerrow, 5 vols. (London: A.H. Bullen, 1904), 1.10.
[xvi] Alwes, Sons and Authors, 112-126. On romances ostensibly addressed to women but clearly directed at men, see also Lorna Hutson, The Usurer’s Daughter: Male Friendship and Fictions of Women in Sixteenth-Century England (London: Routledge, 1994), 99 etc.
[xvii] For the influence of ancient Greek romance on Greene see Wilson, Fictions of Authorship, 85-111 and 124, Davis, Idea and Act in Elizabethan Fiction, 138-188, and Arthur F. Kinney, Humanist Poetics (Amherst: University of Massachusetts Press, 1986), 181-229.
[xxi] For the economics of Greene’s career, see Newcomb, Reading Popular Romance, 59-70.
[xxii] See the modern edition ed. by Carmine G. Di Biase, Barnabe Riche Society (Ottawa: Dovehouse, 2003). Andrew Hadfield offers an excellent analysis of Gwydonius in Literature, Travel and Colonial Writing in the English Renaissance 1545-1625 (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1998), 180-4.
[xxiii] See Ros King (ed.). The Works of Richard Edwards (Manchester: Manchester University Press, 2001).
[xxv] All references to Pandosto are taken from J.H.P. Pafford (ed.), The Winter’s Tale, The Arden Shakespeare (London: Methuen, 1963), Appendix 4.
[xxvi] For ‘card’ as meaning part of a compass, see Helmut Bonheim, ‘Robert Greene’s Gwydonius. The Carde of Fancie’, Anglia, Zeitschrift für englische Philologie, vol. 96 (1978), 45-64. For ‘card’ as map, see OED ‘Card’ n. 2. For the playing card sense, see John Lyly, Euphues, ed. Leah Scragg (Manchester: Manchester University Press, 2003), 88.
[xxvii] See my ‘Robert Greene and the Uses of Time’, Writing Robert Greene, 157-188.
[xxviii] The opening is based on Achilles Tatius’s Leucippe and Clitophon: see Wilson, Fictions of Authorship, 89.
[xxix] On Greene’s use of mottos see Wilson, Fictions of Authorship, 166-7.
[xxx] On Greene’s dedications see Melnikoff and Gieskes (eds.), Writing Robert Greene, ‘Introduction’, 9-10, and Derek Alwes, ‘Robert Greene’s Duelling Dedications’, English Literary Renaissance 30.3 (2000), 373-95.
[xxxi] A more detailed account of Greene’s Vision in relation to time is given in my ‘Robert Greene and the Uses of Time’, Writing Robert Greene,182-7.
[xxxiii] The fullest account of the Prodigal Son motif in the period is Richard Helgerson, The Elizabethan Prodigals (Berkeley and Los Angeles: University of California Press, 1976).
[Between 2006 and 2016 I wrote a number of short articles for the magazine of Shakespeare’s Globe in London, Around the Globe; I’ve been depositing them on this blog under the category ‘Globe Essays’. This is the fifth, from September 2011.]
Francis Wheatley, Helena, Bertram and the King of France (1793) [i.e. Bertram indicates his disdain for Helen], Folger Shakespeare LibraryAll’s Well That Ends Well is a riddle that begins with the title. As a proverb, as a piece of folklore, the phrase draws attention to the role played by ancestral wisdom in the plot (the heroine, Helen, uses her father’s knowledge of medicine to cure the King of a terminal illness). It informs us that the play is concerned with happy endings, which are a distinguishing feature of the comic genre; but it also implies that happy endings justify the means to bring them about, and that these means may not always be ethical, safe or funny. And it also invites us to consider what ‘wellness’ is, both morally and physically speaking. There’s an air of uncertainty about the title, then, that suits it to this troubled comedy, which seems to pose the question of whether comedy can be brought off at all in a culture as self-absorbed as that of early modern Europe.
The play has much to say about the difficulty of dialogue; indeed it contains some of Shakespeare’s trickiest poetic language, parts of it quite literally nonsense. Verse is its medium, and much of that verse is rhymed. Helen uses rhyme often, and this gives her lines a proverbial feel, like the title, as if she is voicing long-established certainties. ‘Who ever strove / To show her merit that did miss her love?’ she asks, and the question becomes an assertion by virtue of the euphonic link between striving and desire. ‘He that of greatest works is finisher / Oft does them by the weakest minister’, she tells the King as she undertakes his cure, and the rhyme lends authority to her claim. The other great users of rhyme in the play are the Countess of Roussillon and the King himself; and their rhymed exchanges with Helen make all three sound as if they were singing from the same hymn-sheet. The King and Helen, in particular, understand each other perfectly as they rhyme in spite of reason – engaging in a melodious contest between sound and sense that gets revived by the King in the final act when he celebrates Helen’s return with a tentative restatement of the title: ‘All yet seems well; and if it end so meet, / The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet’. Here, then, is yet another meaning of the title: that a conversation goes well when its metrical units end in rhyme. There’s clearly something contrived about this claim – it isn’t ‘true’ in any obvious sense. But its very contrivedness stresses the determination of the rhymers to stage a happy ending against all odds.
John Massey Wright, Helena and the Countess (c 1815), Folger Shakespeare Library
All’s Well is full of elderly people who lament the passing of old-time excellence: the Countess, the old courtier Lafeu, the clown, the King. Their nostalgia is for a very distant past, a golden age when miracles occurred (as they do again in this play: the miracles of the King’s recovery, of Helen’s seeming resurrection) and goddesses walked the earth (as they do again here, embodied by the girl Diana). Above all, they speak of the time when words were linked with their meanings, as Helen insists they are when she addresses Diana. But of all the good things of the past, this exemplary use of language is the hardest to recover. Words and meanings have grown so far apart that one must speak in riddles if one wishes to convey one’s meaning without risk of misunderstanding – what Shakespeare calls ‘misprision’. Helen speaks ‘riddle-like’ to the Countess when she confesses her love for Bertram; and in the final scene, Diana speaks in riddles to the King in her efforts to explain the convoluted paths by which a happy outcome is being accomplished. Riddles are the dialect of oracles, another ancient source of knowledge resurrected by Helen. When she promises the King that she can heal him, she invokes the ‘help of heaven’, just as the priestess did at Delphos when she begged Apollo for answers to his worshippers’ questions. The King is impressed by Helen’s confidence: ‘Methinks in thee some blessed spirit doth speak / His powerful sound within an organ weak’, he tells her, ‘And what impossibility would slay / In common sense, sense saves another way’. Her claims to occult knowledge seem to him senseless, like the verses uttered by Apollo; yet the ‘sense’ of the Delphic verses was always confirmed by the outcome of events, just as the sense of Helen’s riddles will assert itself before the play is done. And Helen is only one of the characters in All’s Well to extract sense from a senseless world by uttering apparent nonsense.
Treacherous modern words are a kind of nonsense, but they can bring people together if properly handled, like the patter of a crafty pimp. This is confirmed by the example of Paroles: a braggart soldier who leads Helen’s husband Bertram astray, but who also helps him return to his wife. As his name suggests, Paroles embodies the way words work in the present, leading people away from truth, yet accidentally restoring truth to those who have lost it. This double action can be detected in almost everything he says. In the first act, for instance, he lectures the virgin Helen on the uselessness of virginity (‘there was never virgin got till virginity was lost’); yet despite his salacious motives (he wants to sleep with her himself), Helen is not so much offended by his logic as liberated by it, asking: ‘How might one do, sir, to lose [virginity] to her own liking?’ The lecture later serves Bertram’s turn as well: the young man parrots Paroles when he courts Diana:
When you are dead, you should be such a one
As you are now, for you are cold and stern;
And now you should be as your mother was
When your sweet self was got.
Paroles, in other words, speaks both for Helen and disloyal Bertram. He gives voice to Helen’s desire, which she cannot easily voice herself; and he furnishes Bertram with the language of seduction, thus initiating him into the pleasures of sex – the first step on the road back to his wife. This dual action is apparent, too, in the message Paroles delivers to Helen after her marriage, explaining that Bertram has left for the Italian wars. Paroles describes this abandonment as a deferral of the couple’s pleasure, an erotic technique for enhancing their future love-making (it will ‘make the coming hour o’erflow with joy / And pleasure drown the brim’). And despite the fact that Paroles doesn’t mean it – he never expects the couple to meet again – his quasi-pornographic fantasy proves as prophetic as Helen’s promises to the King. The King’s last words before the epilogue (‘The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet’) repeat Paroles’s sentiment. Paroles, then, like Helen, is a vehicle for truthful utterance; an inadvertent prophet, as Bertram points out when the braggart’s lies are finally exposed: ‘this counterfeit model has deceived me like a double-meaning prophesier’.
Arthur Boyd Houghton, Act 4, scene 3 of All’s Well that Ends Well (c 1860) [i.e. Paroles Exposed], Folger Shakespeare LibraryIf Paroles acts as a prophet, then Helen and the older generation sometimes act as pimps. When Lafeu leaves Helen alone with the King he compares himself to the greatest of go-betweens, Pandarus: ‘I am Cressid’s uncle, / That dare to leave two together’. The newly cured King then acts as a pimp with Helen as his client, parading his courtiers before her like rent-boys, then using threats to make Bertram accept her advances. Lafeu expresses his disgust at the courtiers’ failure to respond as compliant rent-boys should: ‘An they were sons of mine […] I would send them to th’Turk to make eunuchs of’. And Bertram is appalled by the role reversal whereby a woman becomes the client and himself the sex object: ‘In such a business’, he says, ‘give me leave to use / The help of mine own eyes’. Later, Diana’s widowed mother uses the same word, ‘business’, to refer to prostitution: she tells Helen that she is too well brought up to be ‘acquainted with these businesses’. At this point Helen is urging her to work as a madam on her behalf, so that she can substitute herself for Diana between Bertram’s sheets. Helen’s plot to sleep with her own unwilling husband inspires yet another redemptive riddle; she describes it as ‘wicked meaning in a lawful deed, / And lawful meaning in a lawful act; / Where both not sin, and yet a sinful fact’. In a world where men react with horror to lawful sex and instead seek pleasure with unlawful partners, pimping, prostitution and the playing of sexual practical jokes may be legitimate practices, and dealing in double meanings may be the only way to circumvent more damaging forms of duplicity.
In this world Bertram finds himself bewildered. A snob, he cannot see why he should be forced to marry a woman beneath his station, whatever service she may have rendered to his monarch. Twice he finds himself pimped out, so to speak, against his will; once when the King gifts him to Helen, and once when Helen pays the widow to let her bed him in Diana’s place. He lies often, but where other people get away with it (even Paroles, whose lies become his stock-in-trade when he becomes a clown), Bertram’s untruths are always laid bare to humiliating scrutiny, until by the end of the play he has no choice but to become what everyone thinks he should be: a loyal husband to his lady. Everyone else in the play can adapt themselves to the ways of this fallen world; only Bertram cannot deal with it. But he is young, as the King and the Countess insist. We can hope at the end that he has learned from his experiences; just as we can hope that we too have learned from this remarkable piece of theatre, despite all the nonsense we ourselves get up to.
[For a more detailed account of All’s Well, see here.]
Michael Goodman, Helena and the King (1880) [i.e. Helen chooses a husband]
[Between 2006 and 2016 I wrote a number of short articles for the magazine of Shakespeare’s Globe in London, Around the Globe; I’ve been depositing them on this blog under the category ‘Globe Essays’. This is the fourth, written before the Scottish Independence Referendum of 2014.]
Henry Fuseli, Study for the Three Witches in Macbeth.
How Scottish is Macbeth? The answer, of course, is not at all. It’s a play written by an Englishman, performed in England, to an audience the bulk of whom would have been Englishmen – and Southerners at that. But the play is also evidence of Shakespeare’s intense interest in Scottish history; hardly surprising given his status as chief playwright for a company newly christened the King’s Men, patronized by King James VI of Scotland who had assumed the Scottish throne in 1603. And it’s evidence, too, of just how unsettling the rapprochement between these two nations, which had for centuries shared little but a border and an intense mutual hatred, must have been for everyone involved.
Macbeth is about the near impossibility of holding a single kingdom together, or even of defining its limits: an impossibility that manifests itself in the dreadful trouble the play’s characters have in holding themselves together – that is, in keeping body and soul in one piece, or in reconciling their convictions with their actions, or in saying what they think. The threatened dismemberment of Scotland and its inhabitants in the play neatly parallels the religious, regional and factional divisions that had split the northern kingdom throughout the sixteenth century. And the Scottish royal family had felt the effects of these internal conflicts for generations before they were exacerbated by the Reformation. As Sir Charles Piggott pointed out to the English Parliament in 1606 – the year Macbeth was written and performed – the Scots ‘have not suffered above two kings to die in their beds, these 200 years’. The Stuarts had been subjected to a seemingly endless series of assassinations and massacres, more often at the hands of their own subjects than those of their English neighbours.
Fifteenth-century map of Scotland, drawn by the English spy John Hardyng. Note that it is cut off from England by the sea.
Ancient Scotland was no better, as Shakespeare would have seen as he browsed through Holinshed’s chronicle seeking plots for James’s entertainment. The kings who reigned before and after the eleventh-century monarch Macbeth met their ends in appallingly inventive ways: by poison, witchcraft, or (in one case) an elaborate trap involving a golden apple and hidden crossbows, whose quarrels were launched at Kenneth II ‘with great force and violence’ when the apple was touched. And the Scots had a habit of importing their violent ways into the neighbouring kingdom. The last Scottish monarch before James – his mother, Mary Queen of Scots – was accused of murdering James’s father (which led to her exile in England), then hatching a series of plots against her cousin Elizabeth I (which led to her execution). James himself had twice been kidnapped, in 1582 and 1600; and his experience of near shipwreck en route to collect his wife Anne of Denmark in 1587 left him certain that he had narrowly avoided murder by witchcraft. The Gunpowder Plot of 1605, whereby disaffected Catholics planned to destroy James and the English Parliament in one devastating explosion, may have convinced some Englishmen that the Scots had transplanted their own particular version of political hell into English soil along with their monarch.
A whiff of sulphur accompanied the stench of gunpowder. Scotland seems to have been associated in England with the supernatural: partly perhaps because of the spooky ballads that spread through England from north of the Border (think of Tam Lin and Thomas the Rhymer), and partly because of James VI’s own treatise on magic and witchcraft, Daemonologie (1597 and 1603), which insisted on the dangers they posed as fiercely as the Englishman Reginald Scot had insisted on their non-existence in his The Discoverie of Witchcraft (1584). The witches in Macbeth, whose agency is so hotly disputed (did they drive Macbeth to murder, or did they merely redirect a murderous tendency he already possessed?), cater for both the English and Scottish views of witchcraft. They introduce the theme of double-talk or equivocation – saying one thing and meaning another, or convincing yourself through chop-logic that it’s permissible to do the unforgivable – that pervades the play. For them, ‘fair is foul and foul is fair’, and their delight in reversing moral polarities infects Macbeth’s language, so that he can persuade himself that in a world where ‘nothing is but what is not’ he might get away with regicide. The witches’ later prophecies – that Macbeth cannot be killed by a man born of woman, that he will be safe till Burnam Wood comes to Dunsinane – are classic examples of equivocation: they sound impossible, yet prove accurate because of unforeseeable circumstances (Macbeth’s killer was born by Caesarean section; the wood is uprooted to be used as camouflage by the English army). The witches’ double-speak reflects both the treachery associated with Scotland by the English, and the merging of two cultures and two languages under James, which transformed the English court into a hotbed of mutual misunderstandings.
Marcus Gheeraerts, illustration from Holinshed’s Chronicle (1577) showing Macbeth and Banquo meeting the witches.
The Scottish King’s inheritance of England had been anticipated for years, as the English panicked over the ageing Elizabeth’s refusal to name an heir. That period of anxiety has its aftershocks in Macbeth. Problems of succession had often been solved in Scotland by spates of blood-letting – as when Kenneth II murdered the heir to the throne, Prince Malcolm, to ensure that his own son wore the crown. Shakespeare’s Macbeth re-enacts all the atrocities perpetrated by Scots through history against inconvenient heirs. His massacre of MacDuff’s children stands in for his desire to massacre Duncan’s sons Malcolm and Donalbane, Banquo’s heir Fleance, and with them the whole line of monarchs that descended from Banquo to James. Each time he thinks he has the kingdom and its succession under control a new child emerges to taunt him. Young Fleance escapes from the scene of his father’s murder, and his escape leaves Macbeth ‘bound in / To saucy doubts and fears’. Later the witches summon up two infant spirits to taunt Macbeth with the fact that his children will not succeed him. At the end of the play, a Scottish prince, Malcolm, defeats Macbeth at the head of an English army composed largely of ‘unrough youths’ – adolescents who have not yet started shaving. Children die at Macbeth’s hands only to be resurrected like a succession of vengeful ‘newborn babes / Striding the blast’.
The reign of the ‘boy Malcolm’ promises fresh new possibilities for the kingdoms that have combined to put him on the throne. The new king promises to make himself ‘even with’ his helpers of all ranks, thus anticipating a fair and equal partnership between Scottish ruler and subject, and between the erstwhile enemy nations. But the bloody head of Macbeth, dangling like a chunk of Scotland’s history from the fist of his killer MacDuff, undermines Malcolm’s self-assurance with a second promise: that the Stuart dynasty will continue to encounter more than its share of rebels and regicides – including, as we now know, the parliamentary decapitators of James’s son. Accompanied by omens like this, it’s no wonder that a hundred years would pass before the union of England and Scotland would be finally ratified.
Henry Fuseli, Macbeth, Banquo and the Witches.
[For more on Macbeth see my post ‘Wonders of the Northlands: Hamlet and Macbeth’, here.]
[In the week when Loreen of Sweden won the Eurovision Song Contest, I’m putting up a post – quite coincidentally, of course – about one of the great Swedish writers of speculative fiction, Karin Tidbeck. This post marks the return to functionality of The City of Lost Books after a period offline caused by a bug in one of the University of Glasgow’s servers. The episode taught me about the precariousness of one’s online existence. Tidbeck taught me about the precariousness of human existence itself, as mediated by language. My thanks to Helen Marshall and Kim Wilkins, organisers of the What If Consortium sponsored by the University of Queensland, for introducing me to Tidbeck’s work.
The post contains many spoilers, so only read on if you’ve read Amatka or if you don’t mind spoilers too much!]
In an interview for BOMB Magazine, Karin Tidbeck mentions a familiar distinction between two kinds of writers: ‘There’s this concept of writers being either “plotters” or “pantsers”: plotting a story out before they start, or flying by the seat of their pants. I’m definitely a pantser’.[1] Both of Tidbeck’s novels emerged from a long period of gestation, taking the author by surprise as they underwent a slow transition from pupa stage (a collection of poems that became Amatka [2017], a set of linked short stories that became The Memory Theater [2021]) to full-blown novelistic butterflies.[2] Improvisation is clearly integral to Tidbeck’s writing process; and while this is true of many writers, in Tidbeck’s case it’s improvisation that has been honed by long practice in a highly specialised field of performance.
The prizewinning novelist and short story writer is also a participant in Nordic LARP – Live Action Role Play – for which they have been writing scenarios for most of their life. It’s no coincidence that their latest novel has a theatrical title, or that Amatka acknowledges an entire supporting cast of co-enablers in its composition: as Tidbeck puts it, for them ‘It truly takes a village; so many people have been helpful in the creation of this story’ (p. 217).[3] LARP performance, too, involves input from many equals who combine to generate a work of collective improvisation, as a cast of players act out roles based on a pre-agreed scenario, without an audience apart from the actors themselves. Its topics can be as lighthearted as a fantasy adventure set in another world or as serious as imagining yourself into the position of queer people in the AIDS epidemic of the 1980s, of Palestinians under occupation, or of a planet where your gender is determined by the time of day when you were born. LARP discloses the intellectual, emotional and psychological value of play, the politics of improvised performance, the performativity of social interaction, the possibility – indeed, the necessity – of cultivating mutual trust and mental flexibility no matter what your age, as a means of collectively reinventing the forgotten past and imagining a better future. To me, Nordic LARP sounds frightening as well as fascinating, and I’d love to try it. For Tidbeck, it may well be fundamental to the way they think. And this may in turn be key to understanding the unique experience offered by their extraordinary novel Amatka, and what it has to say to a world in Climate Catastrophe, led by leaders hellbent on preserving the status quo.
In 2021 I took part in an online workshop at which Tidbeck spoke with passion about Nordic LARP – one of a series of workshops organised by the What If Consortium, about which I’ve written elsewhere. In the same interview Tidbeck spoke about their fascination with learning languages – they speak six in all, and have translated their own work from Swedish to English and from English to Swedish in an exercise that clearly fascinates them as much as any other creative process.[4] Translation can resemble a live action roleplaying game, in that the restrictions it places upon you highlight the different possibilities available in different situations, the different available styles encourage you to see the world through different lenses, the different grammatical structures suggest different underlying philosophies for different linguistic communities. Tidbeck describes their own variety of written English as an invented composite dialect, made up in equal parts of the British English they learned at school and the American English which is ‘the language of MTV and the movies, and, later, science fiction paperbacks’.[5] As a speaker of British English, I notice the Americanisms in Tidbeck’s style, as I read, more than the British dialectical usages which are my native tongue. And for me these Americanisms work an unusual kind of magic. They superimpose a New World grammar on what seems an Old World story – its Old World-ness suggested both by the Slavic and Nordic names of its characters and by the echoes of European history in the society they inhabit. This effect is perfect for Amatka, which takes as its setting a colony or cluster of colonies established by people from the world we know (mostly Russians and Swedes, to judge by their names) in a nameless place whose location is never identified. The colonists fled to that world with the aim of establishing the ‘ideal society’ (p. 44); but the new place – the planned utopia – has an air of being worn out from the opening sentence of the narrative. Its social structure recalls that of other experiments in collective living such as Soviet Communism or the Marxist-Leninist communes of the 1960s and ’70s, and the story that unfolds there seems familiar from countless literary dystopias from We to A Clockwork Orange, 1984 or Kafka’s The Castle. For me, its New World language suggests a veneer of up-to-date modernity thinly applied to a system that unimaginatively echoes long-outmoded efforts to refashion the world along egalitarian lines through the imposition of increasingly authoritarian and inflexible rules, driven by a ‘one-size-fits-all’ mentality. This mentality even extends to the clothing the colonists wear; none of the characters in Amatka wears garments that fit, and everything is designed for function rather than style: ‘She looked a little peculiar with the hat on; her hair stuck out from under the rim and the earflaps stood straight out. She pushed the hat back a little, tucked her hair in, and tied the flaps. That made it look a little better’ (p. 25). Clothing, in fact, plays a central role in the novel, just as costumes do when pooled and exchanged in a theatrical game among friends.[6]
If the names in the book are often Slavic, Tidbeck themself has suggested that their work has a loosely Nordic character, associating it through certain cultural markers with a cluster of countries in Northern Europe: Denmark, Finland, Iceland, Norway and Sweden. In an Afterword to their dazzling story collection Jagannath [2012] Tidbeck lists a few of these markers – a love of festive rituals, the idealization of the working class by the ‘intellectual left’, the soft Swedish dad, all of which find echoes in Amatka – while describing Nordic culture as at once profoundly susceptible to fantastic ways of thinking and unaccommodating when it comes to providing space for fantastic narratives in print. ‘One sensation peculiar to the Nordic culture of my upbringing,’ Tidbeck writes,
is that we really do live on the edge of fairy country. With a small population that’s mostly gathered in towns, vast stretches of countryside could contain any number of critters. Many folktales, and other stories I grew up with, such as the ones by Finno-Swedish author Tove Jansson, show reality as a thin veneer behind which strange creatures move.[7]
This is the North that’s familiar to me, a British reader who lived in Stockholm as a small child and inherited books, comics, pictures and objects from that epoch of my family’s history. It’s the North of the Nobel Prize-winning author Selma Lagerlöf, whose The Wonderful Adventures of Nils (mentioned briefly in The Memory Theater) presents its readers with a folkloric map of Sweden packed with diminutive tomten, underwater cities, statues that come to life at night, giant butterflies, and articulate beasts and birds; of Astrid Lindgren, whose The Brothers Lionheart imagines a succession of Nordic worlds opening out from one another at the point of death, making each new world a link in a never-ending bracelet or chain; of Ingmar Bergman’s Fanny and Alexander, set in a world where the dead watch the antics of the living as if in a paper theatre, while children with strange abilities watch the antics of both the living and the dead; or of Ali Abbasi’s movie Border, where customs officers on Sweden’s national borders themselves exist on a border between mortals and the hidden world of the trolls.[8] For Tidbeck, the borders between the human world and fairy country are rendered permeable by the metamorphic possibilities of language, which in turn react to and have a direct impact on the metamorphoses undergone by our bodies in response to emotion, diet, maturation, thought, curiosity, desire and fear. The thin veneer that exists in Nordic countries between the known and the unknown for her consists (among other things) of words, clothes and skin, all of them infinitely permeable surfaces hiding strangenesses unacknowledged by biologists or the compilers of dictionaries.
Amatka is set in a location on the other side of the veneer that separates our world from the strange, the unsettling, the potentially lethal. It’s a place where things are made with words in a very literal way, changing shape if the word that defines them is not regularly repeated aloud by their users, and preferably marked on them too with writing or a printed label. But this nameless place is hardly a conventional fairyland, Nordic or otherwise. It’s a colony committed to conformity, set in a landscape whose uniformity echoes the values of the colonists, with miles of uninhabited tundra interrupted by featureless bodies of water utterly bereft of the inventive fauna of the folktales. In this place improvisation is deemed to be highly dangerous, and childhood games that imaginatively transform one thing to another pose a very real risk of materially transforming the renamed objects into something new – or of reducing them instead to a semi-liquid, quasi-organic ‘gloop’, the primordial substance mined from the soil of this alien world to construct – well – more or less everything the colonists think they need. Metaphors are dangerous, too, since they can reshape the things they describe into something different, or else more gloop. In deference to this constraint on the inhabitants of their invented world, Tidbeck tells their narrative without recourse to metaphor, unfolding the adventures of the protagonist in pellucid prose whose refusal of ornament – once one notices it – takes on the virtuosic quality of an exercise in Oulipo, the French literary game that imposes apparently arbitrary restrictions on its practitioners such as writing an entire novel without the use of the verb ‘to be’. Tidbeck has explained that metaphors are barely used in Swedish, but their absence from Tidbeck’s English makes the language seem pared-down, reduced to essentials, a suitable instrument for a strictly regulated life lived on a frontier on the brink of the unknown – and on the brink of dissolution through the unregulated use of words.[9]
The plot of Amatka is simple. Vanja has been sent to the colony Amatka by the newly-founded private company she works for, which has asked her to assess demand among the colonists for new hygienic products to replace the mostly state-made hygienic resources they have used till now. Her work, then, is concerned with the treatment of human skin, that organic barrier between the colonists and their alien environment. Her researches find that the Amatkans are subject to many skin diseases and conditions, such as psoriasis and eczema, symptomatic of their difficult relationship with the world they inhabit – or perhaps with the society they are part of, whose every waking moment is marked by the stress of maintaining the shape of the objects around them, from toothbrushes, suitcases and bedclothes to the contents of the factories or desks they work at (if they don’t keep naming them they turn to gloop). In the course of her work she falls in love with a citizen of Amatka, a medic called Nina, and decides to stay. At around the same time she unearths evidence of a resistance movement against the Central Committee of the colonies, the governing body based in her home colony of Essre to which all the Committees of the other colonies are finally answerable. Despite her love of the conformist Nina, Vanja finds herself steadily drawn into the resistance movement, largely through her friendship with Amatka’s librarian, a man called Evgen, and the poetry he invites her to read, the work of a colonist called Berols’ Anna. The novel closes with a revolution which involves the breakdown of the verbal tyranny that has governed the colonists’ lives, and a similar breakdown in the composition of their bodies, above all their skins, rendering them impossible to focus on, unbarricaded, unshielded, naked to the world. Something similar happens to language in the revolution, as it ceases to be policed and instead becomes creative and infinitely malleable, the verbal equivalent of the gloop that can be reshaped into anything you choose by those who dare to commit themselves to the idea of revolutionary reshaping.
The trajectory of the novel, then, is from rigidly rules-based organization to improvisation, from strict linguistic and social limitations to unrestricted verbal and social fecundity, from fear of the place in which the colonies are located to a passionate embrace of it, a quest to know it, to merge with and reinvent it, and in doing so to enter a new phase of evolution. The experience described may be not so very different from the experience of learning to improvise in a Nordic LARP community, starting out tentative and awkward, growing in confidence as the performance unfolds within the limitations of the pre-agreed plot. Alternatively, it resembles the philosophical shift that will be necessary to live in harmony with the environment – to discover, in fact, that we are the environment, and cannot segregate ourselves from it with an artificial barrier constructed from the languages of otherness, authority, human self-interest, mental discipline, technological control. In this novel, opening up to other people (falling in love, for instance, as Vanja does with Nina) is no different from opening up to our reliance on the intimidatingly strange material world of which we are part.
If Amatka is a narrative of social revolution, it is also a tale of (partial) psychological healing. The book opens with Vanja in a state of unacknowledged depression, having recently recovered from a medical problem that involved treatment, we later learn, in a fertility clinic. The roots of her depression are deep ones. Her father was arrested as a dangerous dissident when she was a child, having first made her his confidante when he indulged in whispered, alcohol-fueled rants against the system late at night, when the rest of the family were asleep in bed. Unhappy with her job, negligent in her verbal naming or ‘marking’ of her possessions – as a result of which she soon finds her toothbrush and her suitcase reduced to gloop – without a partner or close friend in her home town of Essre, dominated by her more conformist older sister, her ‘general disinterest’ can be measured by the amount of savings she has available to spend on warm clothes when she first arrives in Amatka (p. 25); up till now she has had nothing and nobody to spend her credits on. Her depressed state of mind reflects, for the reader, the depressed state of the colonies, cut off from the world they came from and equally cut off from the world they now inhabit.
This state of isolation and exile is brilliantly evoked in the novel’s opening chapter. Here we find Vanja taking the train journey from Essre to Amatka on board a train which embodies the colonists’ collective material and psychological condition. The passenger car in which she travels is full of bunks, having been ‘built for migration, for transporting pioneers to new frontiers’; but its generous capacity is pointless in a world where exploration has given way to a daily struggle for survival within the perimeters of established settlements (p. 3). Everything in it is strictly functional, from the ‘rigid and uncomfortable’ seats to the bland food provided in the pantry: ‘stew with a base of mycoprotein’, to be eaten cold from a can, root vegetables to be cut into chunks and eaten raw (pp. 3-4). It has no windows, cutting the passengers off from the drab but somehow terrifying landscape through which it travels – partly to suppress their fear of it, partly because there is nothing to be seen outside in any case ‘except the empty steppe: billowing grass, some hillocks, and combes’ (p. 5). Most disturbingly of all, everyday objects in the carriage have their names written on them in ‘large and comforting letters: WASHBASIN, PANTRY, TABLE’, the labels loudly proclaiming the possibility, even the likelihood of their imminent disintegration (p. 4). Everything is utterly familiar and undifferentiated, yet the continuing existence of these familiar things cannot be taken for granted; the fear felt by the colonists is that the things they need will be taken away from them by irresponsible acts, or merely by forgetfulness, by neglect. One is reminded of the way that the presence of imagined objects needs to be constantly reaffirmed in a mime show or improvised scenario, the way they can disappear or lose shape if the performers fail to reinforce their presence by naming them repeatedly or shaping them often with their hands and bodily movements.
The colonists’ identities, too, are always on the verge of dissolution – Vanja’s more so, perhaps, than the rest, since she has little self-confidence, little certainty about where the system ends and her personality begins. The standardization of their names identifies them as little more than objects or functions in space and time. Vanja’s full name, for instance, ‘Brilars’ Vanja Essre Two’, starts with a fusion of her parents’ names (Britta and Lars), followed by a Slavic personal name, and ending with the name of her home colony and where she stands in the chronology of her parents’ offspring (she is their second child, hence ‘Two’).[10] Their bodies, too, are both grimly functional and neglected. When Vanja looks at herself in a mirror on the train she sees that she has lost weight since the last time she noticed her appearance, that ‘her belly no longer sagged from fat but from loose skin and flaccid musculature’ and that ‘her legs were no longer firm’; she has been reshaped, in fact, by the demands of her dull and sedentary job, so that her clothes no longer fit her (p. 5). Her skin no longer fits her either, with the result that to her own eyes she looks much older than she is, accelerating towards an annihilation as complete as that of an object reduced to the gloop of which it is made. We later learn that the records of individual citizens kept in the annals of the colonies are reduced to the minimum after their deaths in order to save paper: name, date of birth and death, profession, cause of death (p. 121). The functionality of the records surrounds the dead inhabitants of the colonies with a featureless waste of unrecorded time, as drably grey and uniform as the landscape surrounding the colonies.
Gradually, however, as the book goes on, we learn that Amatka and the other colonies can be seen as a form of Utopia. That, at least, is how the ruling Committee of each colony describes them and how their more conformist citizens understand them: a perfectly egalitarian community set up in opposition to unspecified but clearly inferior alternative ways of living, now lost in the wasteland of the unrecorded past. But it is a deeply ambiguous Utopia. Indeed, all utopias can be seen as ambiguous, since utopianism itself combines two contradictory impulses: towards radical change (from the material conditions under which the writer and their readers live) and towards total stasis (most Utopias are strictly policed to prevent transition to a less desirable state). Anyone with a preference for change will find themselves stifled by inertia, anyone rendered anxious by transitions will be maddened by the inevitable tendency of societies to mutate and slide into new shapes. All Utopias, then, are Dystopias for some, and Amatka’s Utopia is no exception, since any dissent is savagely punished and any form of eccentric behaviour can be interpreted as dissent. Like the original Utopia of Thomas More, each colony is organised on geometrical principles, with an administrative tower-block in the centre – the all-seeing watchtower of Jeremy Bentham’s panopticon – and rings of residences, factories, plant houses and recreational facilities arranged around it, under its eye. The worst of punishments fits the crime for which it is most often exacted, loose or disruptive talk: it involves the surgical destruction of the speech centre in the brain, rendering the citizen inarticulate and hence incapable of participating in the life of the commune. One might call this poetic justice – irresponsible speech being rewarded with enforced silence – if it were not for the fact that enforced silence implies an incapacity for poetry of any kind, just or unjust.
So far so familiar; but Tidbeck is unusually dextrous at making her Utopia seem homely as well as intolerable. Its most loyal citizens can be affectionate, funny, compassionate, mutually supportive; its rebels are not motivated by hatred or anger so much as affection, compassion, mutual supportiveness, even a sense of humour, recognising as they do the sheer absurdity of trying to keep things stable in a world predicated on the need for metamorphosis (birth, growth, death, eating, drinking, successive sleep states, etc. etc.). Both sides, too – loyalists and rebels – are intensely conscious that they themselves have conspired to construct the oppressive Utopia from which some seek to be liberated, and that consensus or complicity is essential both for maintaining the commune as it is and for overthrowing it and installing a new order. The alternative Utopia of the rebels is closely related to the Utopia of the loyalists, being compounded of the same elements, the same desires and dreams and needs. The personalities involved in both sides are not crudely distinguished as ‘good’ and ‘bad’. Some of the revolutionaries, like the sarcastic retired doctor Ulla who cohabits with Nina and Vanja in their communal dwelling, can be infuriating, while Nina’s commitment to the colonies is based in a sense of responsibility to other people’s welfare which has also (presumably) driven her to become a nurse, and which makes her deeply sympathetic to Vanja’s loneliness and depression, despite the opposite points on the political spectrum each of them occupies. Even at the point where Nina betrays Vanja to the ruling Committee near the end of the book, she does so in the conviction that the committee will do what’s best for Vanja as well as for the commune; it’s their merciless treatment of Vanja that finally pushes Nina into joining the revolution. For Nina, Vanja’s body is a utopian space; the visitor from Essre is in her eyes a ‘beauty’, despite Vanja’s own conviction of her ugliness and premature ageing, and despite Vanja’s attraction to the dissidence Nina fears (p. 96). By this means – by seeing her as beautiful – Nina instils fresh confidence in Vanja, a confidence that ironically helps to propel her into the arms of the revolution (to which Nina later follows her).
Other Amatkans, meanwhile, have little interest in either conformity or rebellion. Nina’s children by her housemate Ivar, for instance, have been separated from their parents since birth, raised like the rest of the commune’s children in the so-called ‘Children’s House’. They find it hard to get used to being with their parents each weekend, and spend much of their time staring at adults and clinging to one another as representatives of the sole community they really recognise. Ivar, meanwhile, who works in the commune’s subterranean mushroom farms despite his dislike of being underground, and who is unable to obtain a transfer to more congenial work in the Plant Houses, conforms even while he succumbs to acute depression. This isolates him from his fellow colonists, precisely thanks to the damage caused him by his willingness to conform. Ivar, then, is neither a heroic revolutionary – since he never rebels – nor a loyal colonist – since his eventual suicide is treated by the Committee as the ultimate betrayal, a permanent withdrawal of necessary labour from the struggling collective he was expected to preserve. For both Nina and Vanja, on the other hand, he is a beloved friend. Each of them recognises in him an aspect of themselves, despite their seemingly contradictory positions, and each appreciates him for what makes him himself: his love of strong coffee, his delight in making things grow, his tenderness toward the children he shares with Nina. There are no absolutes in Tidbeck’s commune, since there are no absolutes in the words, sentences and personalities from which it is constructed.
It is no surprise, then, that both colonists and revolutionaries share a love of poetry. The ‘wholesome fun’ enjoyed by the Amatkans at gatherings every Sevenday includes regular readings of poetry written by Berols’ Anna, who is revealed in the course of the narrative as the de facto leader of the revolution (p. 61, p. 159). Poems, of course, can be descriptive, and Anna’s poems meticulously describe the various Plant Houses or agricultural conservatories that form the outer circle of Amatka. When Vanja first reads them she finds they stabilize the mundane objects and actions they invoke, as all language should when responsibly uttered: ‘In Berols’ Anna’s poetry, all things became completely and self-evidently solid. The world gained consistency in the life cycle of plants, the sound of a rake in the soil. Breathing became easier’ (pp. 44-5). As Vanja grows in sympathy with the revolution, however, the same poems offer evidence of change as well as of stability – of becoming as well as of being: the plants are always growing and dying, the rake moves the soil, sound and breath dissolve in air. And some poems harbour double meanings thanks to the possibility of reading them ironically, like Berols’ Anna’s hymn in praise of the Central Committee (‘We thank them / for telling us/ What to do / what to do’), which Vanya assumes at once to be ‘sarcastic’ (p. 78). The novel’s readers, meanwhile, might understand the poems as doing both, making and unmaking as they are read or spoken. In them, revolution and reactionary conservatism are shown to spring from the same soil, the same impulses towards shaping a community and a home.
Colonists and revolutionaries also share a love of music. The wholesome fun of a Sevenday gathering involves singing and dancing as well as poetry recitals. Some of the singing is dedicated to preserving the shapes of things against the danger of change; this includes the ‘Marking Song’ taught to young children so that they can name the necessary objects they make use of every day, protecting those objects from disintegration into gloop. When the revolution finally breaks out, the revolutionaries sing a version of the same song, though with a different intent: an opening out of the song’s meaning rather than a closing down and consolidation of that meaning. What the revolutionaries sing is ‘something like “The Marking Song,” but the words were different; it was a song of making and unmaking, a song not of things that were, but that could be’ (p. 216). Indeed, music plays a key role in the revolutionary transformation of Amatka. At one point in the novel, after a minor falling-out with Nina, Vanja makes her way to the lake outside the commune – a lake that has already begun to manifest signs of the coming change, since it freezes each night at sunset and unfreezes with a sound of thunder at the break of dawn, in defiance of the laws of physics. As she sits on the shore of the lake, Vanja sees an old woman standing nearby, holding a long pipe half submerged in the water. When the water freezes, the woman lifts the end of the pipe to her lips and begins to play it like an alp-horn, effectively turning the frozen water into a musical instrument, a tuneful communication system summoning fellow revolutionaries to her aid. Later, pipes begin to manifest themselves in the ground beneath Amatka, in the form of a mysterious network of tunnels that extend into the tundra beyond the city limits. Noises are heard in the tunnels – voices, buzzing, thunder – and later from the vertical pipes that give access to those tunnels, and which sprout from the ground beyond the city in increasing numbers. The pipes wail and groan like the pipes of a church organ, as if the ground itself were singing, or as if an improvised musical instrument were finding voice for the very first time. In their interview with BOMB Magazine Tidbeck speaks of their legendary great-grandfather who had only five fingers but who nevertheless built ‘an organ out of a sofa’; an interest in improvisation was clearly an integral part of their family saga long before they discovered LARP. The elderly revolutionary Ulla, meanwhile, reminds us that pipes or tunnels may be used for ‘travel’ as well as for making sound (p. 132). Music may be a repetition and affirmation of what’s known and loved, or it may transport us to strange new territories, like the train that carried Vanja to Amatka. In Tidbeck’s world it does exactly both, and revolution arrives like a remembered experimental tune, heavy both with nostalgia and with the joy of the unexpected, the innovatory, the yet-to-be.
The family likeness between reaction and revolution is embodied in the spaces where both are fostered. When Vanja finally learns (of course from the conservative Nina) how the revolutionaries left the city under the leadership of the poet, Berols’ Anna, to set up a rival commune on the featureless tundra, she discovers that the habitation they made for themselves differed little from the design of the colonies they had abandoned: ‘It looked sort of like a colony – a ring of little houses and a commune office’ (p. 169, my emphasis). But the sky above this new commune is alive and full of lights, unlike the grey unchanging skies above the old one, while the walls are painted not with the appropriate noun (‘wall’, ‘window’, ‘door’, and so on, lending solidity to the objects they embellish) but with representations of things ‘not there’, transforming them into narratives rather than nouns (tales of utopia, the no-place, perhaps) (p. 170). Apartments, too, can be spaces of revolution or reaction. When Berols’ Anna fulfils her promise to free Amatka – that is, to fulfil its potential to remake itself along radical lines – she is accompanied on her march to the colony by the old woman Ulla, who formerly shared an apartment with a group of friends from across the political divide. Living together in that apartment were the idealist conformist Nina, the unhappy conformist Ivar, the would-be revolutionary Vanja, and Ulla herself, the fully-fledged insurrectionist. Within that apartment were hatched both plans for liberation and plans to betray the liberators to the Committee. Each physical space in the novel, then, is a theatre, full of possibilities, yet constrained by a set of rules. Each performance in each of those spaces depends on an interaction between the performers, as a sentence depends for its sense on the interaction between its grammatical parts. Rebels need conformists to define themselves against; conformists are equally dependent on rebels to understand for themselves what needs to be suppressed, expelled or resisted. And individuals mutate from conformist to rebel, as Vanja mutates in the course of the novel, emerging from her isolation, depression and atrophy into the catalyst and herald of a new era.
Organs themselves in Tidbeck’s work are, so to speak, organic, mutating from one function to another, militating against the laws of biology. The skin is a fine example. Berols’ Anna writes poems about the Plant Houses that form the outer ring of the concentric circles of buildings that comprise Amatka. Her interest, then, is in what could be called the ‘skin’ of the colony, the protective architectural membrane that protects its interior organs from the perceived threat of what lies beyond. Yet the Plant Houses are already mixed with the Other, since the plants they contain spring from the soil of an alien world. So it’s no surprise, when the revolution breaks out, to see one of the Houses bursting apart to release a ‘stream of furiously flapping greenery’, while another sprouts ‘six unsynchronized, rickety legs’ and trundles off across the steppes in a bid for freedom (p. 212). Meanwhile the mysterious tunnels under the colony – the arterial conduits that convey the bacterium of revolution from one part of the communal body to another – spontaneously mutate into Plant Houses full of semi-sentient ‘fruiting bodies’, which were once the colonists who maintained the underground mushroom farms (p. 214). And skin itself often ceases to be a membrane, announcing its identity with the earth and its products, or with the abject inner organs, even as its owners struggle to keep it contained and in good condition, moisturized, blemish-free and snugly clothed. The eczema suffered by the mushroom farmers turns their skin into fertile ground for fruiting bodies, like the caves where they tend their fungi. When the people imagine or speak the malleable earth of this new world into new bodies – such as imitation cats or fish, sketchy copies of the nonhuman creatures they left behind in the world they fled – the bodies in question differentiate themselves from their lost originals by failing to distinguish between skin and flesh: their outer membrane envelops no bones, no veins, no organs, no brains, just undifferentiated gloop from head to toe, like living plasticine or clay (pp. 198-9). The earth of the colonies itself resembles either a membrane or an unprotected inner organ, instinct with life. When a neglected everyday object turns to gloop, the gloop feels somehow warm, alive and potent, capable of evolving into something – anything – under the right conditions (p. 175). Towards the end of the novel, Vanja even adopts a blob of gloop as a kind of pet, mutating it at will into useful everyday tools designed to further the revolution.
Yet the capacity for metamorphosis can be exploited for reactionary purposes as well as revolutionary ones. The past can be moulded by the Committee to erase narratives that threaten the integrity of the colonies; Berols’ Anna’s commune, which drew about a hundred colonists out of Amatka into the tundra, is reimagined by the Committee into a disaster which killed the colonists and their leader – thereby shutting down the narrative instead of opening it out, and putting an end to the possibilities of improvisation. The complexity of individual experience is retrospectively reinvented, thanks to the crudeness of the colonies’ records, into simple descriptors of life, job, death, and a set of dates. When the sensitive colonist Ivar discovers the hidden tunnels under the mushroom farm where he works, he is told that he is suffering from delusions; by erasing his account of the tunnels, reducing him to silence, the Committee hopes to wipe them out of existence – and will wipe him out of existence, too, if he persists in asserting the truth of his narrative. In the end, the contradiction between the Committee’s version and his own drives Ivar to wipe himself out of existence; and he accomplishes this by removing his outer membrane – his coat and shoes – and exposing his skin to the murderous cold of the freezing lake. Ivar’s suicide, in fact, represents his most radical act. He kills himself using a feature of the landscape which is impossible according to the laws of conventional physics, a lake that freezes and unfreezes nightly regardless of the prevailing air temperature or weather conditions. Ivar gives himself up to the new world, in other words, embracing it as the Committee will not. In response, the Committee erases even the barest record of Ivar’s life from its archives. But it cannot erase Ivar himself without erasing the community he was part of: his friend Nina, with whom he had children; the children themselves; his co-workers; the roommates who reacted to his story of the tunnels in different ways. In giving himself up to the world, Ivar shows the way to the revolutionaries, who eventually learn to become the place they find themselves in, as he did, giving themselves ‘to the world’ in a daring gesture of making and unmaking, hope and despair (p. 214).
Tidbeck’s dystopic Utopia, then, defines itself by its dangerous capacity to be two or more things at once, and in this it is closely related to the so-called ‘fairy country’ of European literature and folklore, despite its differences from familiar representations of that space. Tidbeck’s story collection Jagannath contains two stories set in that country, both of which were later incorporated or absorbed into The Memory Theatre. Both stories concern themselves with the human relationship with time, and in particular with our simultaneous desire to inhabit a world impervious to change and a world that is always changing. Time also, of course, has a central role in Amatka, not least as something that happens to one’s body (think of Vanja looking in the mirror, contemplating the way her own body has been altered by time and suffering, or her later contemplation of Ivar’s body, changed for ever by its period of suspension in the ‘frigid water’ of the lake [p. 154]). Bodies mark time, too, in both of the fairy stories in Jagannath. The first of them, ‘Augusta Prima’, tells us what happens to the body of an immortal being when she finds a watch.[11] Once the watch is set in motion it changes its formerly changeless finder, who starts to age, while at the same time she becomes aware of the wearisome changelessness of the garden where she lives, which has preserved her in an immutable state up to the point when the clock began to tick. The discovery, too, makes something clear about the politics of fairy land: that the disconnected shreds of time it does contain affect the working classes – the unfortunate changelings who are stolen, enslaved and tortured by their fairy masters – very differently from the masters themselves, who remain unchanged from one generation of servants to another. Fairy land, in other words, like many other places, is a utopia for its rulers and a dystopia for its workers, though here the distinction between them is not merely confirmed but reinforced by their different experiences of chronology. The stolen children are ritually slaughtered when they reach maturity, in a bid to expel even the memory of time and change from the paradisal garden; while the immortals wake each morning at the beginning of what is effectively the same day. The children live in a state of nervous anticipation, perpetually fearful of a sudden change that will wipe them out of existence; the masters live in endless ennui, driven insane by the knowledge that everything everywhere will always be the same, and that there is nothing more to existence than what they have. And a somewhat similar temporal structure rules in Amatka, though the elements of it are slightly different.
At the beginning of Amatka, when Vanja boards the train to the colony where the rest of the novel is set, we learn that something strange has happened to time in the course of her journey. Long journeys in this new world can sometimes cause machines to malfunction, and her wristwatch gets ‘stuck at one o’clock’ because ‘mechanical things sometimes didn’t behave like they should between the colonies’ (p. 5). We might think of the tricks performed by time on long-haul journeys, or in SF stories that feature Faster-than-light-speed travel, or of the warpings of mortal time experienced by voyagers to fairy land such as Oisín, or by fantasy adventurers like the Pevensies in the Narnian chronicles. At the same time, Vanja notes in the mirror the signs of passing time inscribed in her own body; movement goes on, despite the lack of precision instruments with which to measure it, and this is also true of Oisín, who finds that he has aged when he gets back from Faerie. Augusta Prima’s fairy garden has a similar effect on mechanisms: ‘Mechanical things usually fell apart as soon as they came into the gardens’ domain’ (p. 116), dismantled by the will to immortality embodied in the garden by its creators, just as time has been rendered meaningless in the colonies by the ruling Committee’s systematic erasure of the past. In both train and garden, however, chronometers are rendered unfamiliar by Tidbeck’s descriptions of them: Vanja’s watch is ‘the clock on her wrist’ or ‘the little clock’ (p. 5), which gives it an unusual weight and mass for its size and function, while Augusta Prima’s watch is a ‘little machine’ with ‘Three thin rods […] attached to the centre’, moving round the disc ‘in twitching movements’ and making a noise like the beat of a mouse’s heart (115). The mouse analogy, in a realm that has by this stage in the story shown a propensity for casual cruelty to small, powerless beings such as the changelings, makes the watch sound vulnerable; but the strangeness of these two watches gives them an imaginative power beyond the timepieces we know from our own experience. As a result, Augusta Prima proves more vulnerable still, becoming seized by a desire to ‘know’ about the mystery of time as embodied in the watch, and gradually succumbing to physical change as her knowledge grows.
Vanja too, on arriving at Amatka, becomes afflicted with the desire to know, in this case about the mystery of Amatka’s past – a past embodied in the train which caused her watch to stop (the train is ‘built for migration, for transporting pioneers to new frontiers’, but its ‘capacity was pointless’ in a world where such frontiers no longer exist [p. 3]). Vanja’s quest for knowledge leads her to another apparently damaged machine, a giant subterranean contraption whose intended function – as an agent or symptom of change – is as mysterious to her as the watch’s was to Augusta Prima (p. 149). Like the watch, Vanja’s underground machine changes its discoverer, and with her the colony whose past she has been investigating; her interest in it sets it in motion and its motion restores the tunnels to their role as agents of travel, transformation and trauma. A similar extension of Augusta Prima’s experience of time to the rest of the fairy country is implied in the short story ‘Aunts’, where the inhabitants of a fairy glasshouse or orangery find themselves changed by a fleeting visit from Augusta Prima, who clutches a round, metal, ticking object: clearly the watch.[12] Before this moment, the titular Aunts have existed as part of a perpetual cycle of birth, growth and death, sealed into the ecosphere of the glasshouse in perpetuity, self-fed and self-consumed. With the arrival of Augusta Prima and her watch the cycle is broken, and nobody knows what will happen next, either in the glasshouse or in the garden of which it seems to be the beating heart. Knowledge and time, then, are both creative and destructive, breaking down the composition of the objects and people caught up in their transactions, creating new possibilities from the breakdown, and triggering in the people who witness it either terror, delight, or both. And eternity too has a dual nature, locking its denizens into a happy circular dream, entrapping its victims in a recurring nightmare.
Knowledge, and the impulse to knowledge called curiosity, is a threat to the philosophy of stasis that governs both the fairy garden and the colonies. In the garden it is ‘common knowledge’ that time stands still, and that ‘Whenever one woke up, it was the same day as the day before’, a Groundhog Day of pleasure for the masters and torment for the children they have enslaved (p. 118). Augusta Prima’s sudden awareness that there may be other times and other ways of living gives her access to new knowledge which is far from ‘common’. Amatka too, as we’ve seen, is committed to repetition, since this is the only means of preserving its shape: ‘As morning comes,’ declares a poster in Nina’s bedroom, ‘we see and say: today’s the same as yesterday’ (p. 97). Vanja’s quest for knowledge about the past of the colony challenges this mantra repeatedly, as she discovers (for instance) that enormous chunks of the colony’s history have been strategically fabricated by its historians. If fairy country is a beautiful but dangerous illusion, kept in check by rule-based games such as parties and games of croquet, so too is Utopia, a collectively imagined space whose shape and extent is strenuously maintained by the policing of the inhabitants’ words and actions. It is kept in check by parties too, ‘games and organised play’ (p. 158) at each colony’s leisure centres, which ensure that even the citizen’s spare time is policed, observed and linguistically restricted. The key item of knowledge in both books is the recognition that the worlds in which they are set are no more than games, and that a player may choose to change the rules or leave the game altogether, although deciding to do so will put that player in mortal danger, according to the rules of the game they are choosing to leave.
The location of fairy country is notoriously uncertain; and the same is true of Utopia, whose name means ‘no-place’ or ‘placeless’. In Vanja’s world, the fact that the location of the colonies is unknown is one of the pieces of knowledge kept strictly hidden from the people by the Central Committee. Vanja’s father reveals it to her in her childhood in a whispered confession which gives the imparted knowledge both the delightful air of a bedtime story and disturbing connotations of child abuse, which is so often represented by the abuser as a shameful secret to be concealed from other members of the community. Lars’s whisperings to his daughter, in other words, are another of the ambiguous spaces with which this Utopia is filled. As Lars bends towards her in the dark, his beard tickling her cheek and his ‘whispered words’ smelling of alcohol, he imparts to her the explosive fact that ‘No one knows where we are. But we’re not allowed to say that’ (p. 39). At this point the reader finds themselves torn between the notion that he is imparting to her his inmost knowledge in a gesture of supreme parental trust, and the competing notion that such knowledge is too heavy a burden to be shared with a child; that this is, in fact, an irresponsible act on the part of a parent. Lars goes on to restate the fact of their placelessness as a bedtime story, like the most famous tale of that famously ambiguous tale-teller Lewis Carroll: ‘then he seemed to sober up and began to tell her a story about how people had found a hole in the world, and passed through, and ended up in this place. But where “this place” was, no one knew, not even the committee’ (p. 40). At this point Tidbeck seems to be reminding us that fairy stories, children’s stories, can serve as holes in the world through which we can glimpse the shapes of forbidden topics, though they withhold judgement as to whether or not a child might be harmed by such glimpses.
The link between Lars’s ‘hole in the world’ and Carroll’s famous rabbit hole forges another link to ‘Augusta Prima’, whose games of croquet on the lawns of the fairy garden – their chief aim being to break the heads of players and the enslaved children known as ‘pages’ – recalls the violent game of croquet in Alice in Wonderland, set in a garden which is metaphorically or potentially littered with severed heads. The tunnels that riddle the ground beneath Amatka recall the dream-maze threaded by Alice’s White Rabbit; the wayward workings of watches in Amatka and the fairy garden invoke the Mad Hatter’s squabble with time itself (since when, the Hatter tells us, Time ‘won’t do a thing I ask!’);[13] while the curiosity of both Vanja and Augusta Prima recalls the unflagging curiosity of Alice herself, who finds Wonderland and Looking-Class Country ‘curiouser and curiouser’ as she plunges deeper and deeper into their interiors. Amatka, in fact, is more Looking-Glass country than Wonderland. In the second Alice book it’s Humpty Dumpty who declares that any word can mean exactly what he wants it to mean (or in Amatkan terms, make exactly what he wants it to make), while the loss of Alice’s name in the Looking-Glass wood is invoked by the identikit names bestowed on the colonists, or the permanent loss of speech imposed on dissidents as punishment by the regime. Key to both Amatka and the Looking-Glass country is the question of who is dreaming the whole shebang: in Alice’s case, whether it’s the Red King, Alice herself, Lewis Carroll, or the reader, while in Amatka the choices are Vanja (who dreams often, and often cannot tell whether she is dreaming), or the Central Committee, or the colonists, or Tidbeck and the reader, or a strange fusion of all these. After all, the colonists’ ruling committees are elected by the colonists, while Tidbeck (like a good LARP player) allows themself to be ruled by both colonists and committees for as long as they are writing, as does the reader, for as long as they are turning the pages of Tidbeck’s book. So the novel can be read as a commentary on the acts of reading and writing (both of which ‘take a village’, according to the acknowledgments), which can in turn be used as analogies for the workings of power in any given society or culture. The clear allusions to Carroll’s Alice books underscore the centrality of reading and writing to the narrative, as do the many acts of reading and writing performed by Vanja herself, whether she is borrowing the works of Berols’ Anna from the colony’s library or reading and storing away the records of Amatka’s citizens in the archives.
The Alice books have often been described as nightmares rather than dreams, with Alice under constant threat of being beheaded, driven mad, or having her personality denied or eroded. But Lars’s story of the ‘hole in the world’ also gestures towards another great work of literature: Ursula le Guin’s utopian masterpiece Always Coming Home (1985). In this book – published just one year after the date of the most famous of dystopias, 1984 – Le Guin imagines a future version of California in which humans live in harmony with the land, in a manner that consciously recalls the lives of the native Californian peoples whose cultures were the lifetime preoccupation of the author’s anthropologist parents, Theodora and Alfred Kroeber. In one story in Always Coming Home, a member of this future utopian community, the Kesh, finds his way through a ‘hole in the air’ into the urban California of the 1980s, when the book was written.[14] He is horrified by the pollution, the absence of natural beauty, the noise and the bustle; but before he leaves, he spots one modern woman in the city crowd who is not like the place’s other inhabitants. Recognisably one of his own people – a woman of the Kesh long before the Kesh came into existence – she is conscious of her context as the others are not, stranded and isolated (it would seem) by having been born with an environmental outlook far in advance of her time. Many of Tidbeck’s short stories speak of similarly isolated individuals who find it hard to connect to their fellow humans; individuals who seem to have wandered through some hole in the world from some other place into our own. ‘Mom’ in ‘Some Letters for Ove Lindström’ is one example; the titular ‘Rebecka’ is another; so are the two sisters in ‘Reindeer Mountain’ and the dead human stranger from whose waistcoat pocket Augusta Prima purloins the watch. ‘Some Letters for Ove Lindström’ even contains an anticipatory echo of Vanja’s father: there are certain conditions, the narrator observes, that invoke for her the idea that there is something strange that exists very close to everyday reality, some location analogous to what Tidbeck calls the fairy country. ‘When I was little,’ the narrator observes,
I could sit for hours looking out the window. It could be because of a certain kind of music, or because it was dusk, or a certain slant of the light. There was a sensation in my chest, a churning. I couldn’t put words to it then. But it was a knowledge that there was something out there. That there was a hole in the world. And a longing to go there. (p. 24)
The passage is packed with experiences that get echoed in other Tidbeck stories: the weird ‘churning’ in the protagonist’s chest, which for Vanja in Amatka can represent the grinding of the gears of the machinery of desire, curiosity, or fear – all sensations closely related to one another in the effect they have on her body, and all of them invoked by her discovery of the mysterious machine in the tunnels beneath the colony. The word ‘knowledge’ is used in this passage as it is in Amatka, to signify the consciousness that there are things unknown, lacunae worth locating and confronting, not glossing over; things, in fact, that may never get taxonomized in the official historical or scientific records. There is ‘longing’, here, too, for things unknown, as there is in the novel; and this word is worth pausing over. At the end of the English edition of Jagannath Tidbeck lists a number of words they could not translate from Swedish, and one of these is ‘vemod’ (related, I guess, to the German Wehmut, and akin to the Japanese concept of natsukashii as Erika Hobart describes it here). Of ‘vemod’ Tidbeck writes as follows: ‘think of it as a wistful sorrow about something that is over or a quiet longing for something else. As a friend of mine put it, “smiling through tears”’ (p. 155). I don’t know if vemod is the word used in the Swedish version of the passage from ‘Ove Lindström’ I just quoted, but the sensation Tidbeck describes here certainly ‘shines through’ her work in general, just as they claim it ‘shines through in much of our culture’. The woman in Le Guin’s story presumably feels it, that longing for ‘something else’ which has not yet come into being, but which is held in mind as wistfully and sorrowfully as something long past and irrecoverable.
Amatka also echoes another of Le Guin’s Utopias, her classic representation of anarchism The Dispossessed. The subtitle of that novel is ‘An Ambiguous Utopia’, and as we’ve seen, the title perfectly describes the colonies of Amatka.[15] Like Tidbeck’s novel, The Dispossessed is concerned with time that’s out of joint, and with a quest for knowledge, its protagonist being a physicist who wishes to reconcile the seemingly irreconcilable principles of simultaneity and sequentiality – or to put it another way, of stasis and change. The anarchy of Anarres in The Dispossessed is both deeply attractive, in its commitment to absolute equality among its citizens, and riddled with corruption, like Amatka’s Central Committee. Words in The Dispossessed are always political: the colony speaks a tongue that was invented by its founders, intended to jettison possessive pronouns and hierarchical concepts, though certain words in it, such as the word for ‘egoizing’, can be used as tools of oppression by the more conservative colonists against those who seek knowledge they deem unnecessary, and therefore luxurious, wasteful, capitalistic.[16] In Amatka words are even more political, of course, shaping the world as they are spoken or inscribed. Its colonies are more communistic than anarchistic, reflecting Sweden’s long love-affair with socialism; several stories in Jagannath take place in ex-communes, such as ‘Some Letters for Ove Lindström’, which is full of vemod for an ‘old schoolhouse’ rented out to a ‘bunch of hairy communists from the city’ (p. 17), or ‘Reindeer Mountain’, which revolves around a family home inhabited by six identical reclusive uncles, or ‘Brita’s Holiday Village’, about a tourist destination that never took off which becomes home to a bizarre egalitarian community – most unnervingly egalitarian, perhaps, in its attitude to incestuous inter-generational sex. As in Anarres, Amatka’s children are raised collectively, while love between parents and children is tolerated but discouraged as a distraction from the most responsible form of love, which is for the community. Love between adults, too, comes under pressure in Amatka, as it does in Anarres, where couples must accept postings to separate workplaces in response to the needs of the collective or risk being branded ‘egoists’. Vanja finds love with the woman who puts her up when she first comes to Amatka; but unlike Vanja, Nina is wholly committed to the idea that the colonies represent the best of all possible worlds, and this leads her to betray her lover for what she considers the best of motives. Ambiguity, for Tidbeck as for Le Guin, is where we live, and any political ideology struggles to accommodate this fact as it seeks to form a habitat for its principles. Poetry, music, drama and the visual arts offer spaces where ambiguity can be embraced, but these spaces are always being policed by ideologues with no tolerance of or interest in its ubiquitous presence in human experience. Ambiguity may be everywhere, but acknowledgement of it is rare and vulnerable, always on the verge of being snuffed out, though capable of reasserting itself through, for instance, double meanings, dreams or inexplicable events.
The most moving form of ambiguity in Tidbeck’s work is that of the committed radical who finds it difficult to accommodate their personal needs to their political convictions. The socialist loner; the anarchist who requires a consistent daily schedule for their mental wellbeing; the lover more committed to their chosen partner than to the collective they love – or vice versa; the innovator with a passion for the past; a number of Tidbeck’s protagonists fall into one or more of these categories, and in consequence fail to find a place for themselves in any human community. Or rather, they drift in and out of human communities, always gravitating towards the peripheries of group activities or discussions, afflicted by their ability to see things from a radically different perspective to the one on which the group agrees. In ‘Some Letters for Ove Lindström’, ‘Mom’ spends a few years in a household of ‘starving activists’ but eventually wanders away, her reasons for staying and leaving equally opaque to friends and family. It is hinted that she may have ‘been through something difficult’ in the past – perhaps suffering at the hands of an abusive husband (Jagannath, p. 23) – but this doesn’t explain her disappearance from the place where she was welcomed and cherished. Similar rumours abound about great-grandmother Märet in ‘Reindeer Mountain’. On the one hand she may be one of the vittra, beings who look like humans ‘but taller and more handsome’, and who live inside mountains like the Irish Sidhe (Jagannath, p. 81); on the other she may have ‘had a hard life’ in some isolated human community, given her decision to ‘run away and never speak to her family again’ (p. 82). The protagonist of The Memory Theatre, a young girl called Dora, suffers from the after-effects of the abusive environment of the fairy gardens, where children are enslaved, abused and used as targets in violent games; yet she is not the same as the other children, both because of her parentage – part fairy, part vittra, which means she is taller and stronger than most – and because of her inclinations: she needs solitude as much as or more than company, and becomes distressed by excessive noise or action. Again, her needs may be ascribed either to her psychological make-up – it would be easy to place her somewhere on the autistic spectrum – or her supernatural origins, her literal roots in the stones and solitude of the Nordic mountains by way of her vittra ancestry. Tracing her needs to the supernatural liberates them from the discourse of (dis)ability, instead inviting attention to their specific attributes and their association with the nonhuman environment, the neglected wild spaces. At the end of her story, Dora chooses to return to those wild spaces despite her deep attachment to her adopted brother, Albin – a fellow victim of the gardens – and the eccentric company of supernatural players he elects to join, and of which she has briefly been a part. The dramatic cooperative known as the Memory Theatre is a true utopia for Albin, but for Dora its bustling, convivial atmosphere is in the end unbearable for more than a few months at a time. Becoming a stone among stones, a vittra among the calm and isolated vittras, is much more conducive to her true identity, the identity she was forced to jettison when she lived among the violent lords and ladies of fairy land.
Like Dora and perhaps Mom and Märet, Brilars’ Vanja is the victim of trauma: the trauma of her father’s arrest and murder for so-called crimes in which he implicated her as a child, and the trauma of having been forced to try to conceive children of her own which she did not want. Both forms of trauma set her apart from the community norm. Well-adjusted female colonists are expected to bear children – and to want to bear children – for the sake of the colony’s survival, while the crime for which her father was punished was that of privileging a quest for knowledge above the need to erase any knowledge that might harm the community – a crime Vanja too commits through her quest for Amatka’s past. Thanks to this double trauma she finds herself both inside and outside two social groups: that of the old colonies she was born into, and that of the revolutionary new colony established by Berols’ Anna on the mysterious steppes beyond the limits of the colonies. Vanja begins by behaving like a committed colonist, but becomes increasingly conscious of the damage sustained by individual colonists – such as her flatmate Ivar – thanks to the community’s unyielding stress on the needs of the collective over those of the individual. Like Le Guin’s maverick physicist Shevek in The Dispossessed, Vanja is a loner, unable to commit herself fully even to the tiny community of an apartment, or of a pair of lovers such as herself and Nina. She is always gravitating towards the outside of any given space in which she finds herself, aching for alternatives she doesn’t herself fully understand.
At the same time, Vanja is not wholly at one with the revolution she seeks to bring about. Once Vanja has become conscious of the revolutionary movement in Amatka, she works tirelessly to bring it about; but the language of the revolutionaries, as spoken by Berols’ Anna when she finally meets her, confuses her. As Anna herself puts it, ‘The word… the language. Is too small’ (p. 195), unable to encompass the experience of absolute freedom, of being ‘everything’ in the new world beyond the colonies. Anna’s appearance as a revolutionary leader, too, makes her seem alien to Vanja – dazzling, more-than-human – while even her lover Nina, once she has joined the revolution, seems physically too much for her, as if ‘her body had become too small to contain her’ (p. 214). Instead of melding with one another, as some of the colonists do (a father, for instance, melds with the daughter he slapped, as if in homage to Vanja’s complex relationship with her own father), the lovers scorch each others’ lips when they kiss for the last time in the novel: ‘They burned. Blisters formed where their tongues met’ (p. 214). Even before this, the women’s relationship has often been painful, fraught with misunderstandings, punctuated by hurtful exchanges; the kiss may be taken as a metaphor for the nature of their love up until this moment. And at the point when the kiss takes place, Vanja’s tongue has already been disenfranchised from the post-revolutionary world. In punishment for her revolutionary activities, Amatka’s surgeons destroyed her speech centre, which means she will never make herself perfectly understood again, either to her lover or to the organic, sentient gloop out of which the new world will be sculpted. The blisters on her tongue, then, also represent her painful relationship with speech itself, with participatory communication, with membership of the community she has revolutionised. She has been stranded in the past, infantilized, condemned always to be the uncomprehending child who listens to her father’s urgent whispers in the dark. Even the expression of the revolutionaries’ love for her confirms this infantilization: ‘you will remain […] as you are, separate. But we will carry you. […] We will always carry you, little herald’ (p. 216). Few novels have an emotional high point as intense or multivalenced as this.
For me this is the great achievement of Tidbeck’s ambiguous Utopia: that it finds a way to comprehend, to celebrate and to mourn those revolutionaries who are constitutionally ill-fitted for participation in revolution. I suspect there are many such revolutionaries in the world: the fellow travellers who never joined the body of the revolutionary caravan, the non-party members who worked to further the party’s cause, while always uneasy about certain aspects of the doctrine it upheld; the communists who disliked communal living, the anarchists who yearned for order, the many, many partisans who only ever wanted peace and quiet. The actors in experimental theatre companies or LARP workshops whose passion for acting competes with their preference for self-effacement. Ambiguity can characterize one’s attitude to what one passionately believes in. Perhaps it always should. And there is no genre in which that idea could be better articulated than the weird hybrid of science fiction, fantasy, nonsense, fairy tale, surrealism and Live Action Role Play that comprises Amatka.
[2] Tidbeck describes the process of writing Amatka in an interview for The Beat Blog, here. The process of writing The Memory Theatre is detailed in the BOMB magazine interview (see footnote 1).
[3] All quotations from Amatka are taken from the Vintage Books edition of 2017.
[4] ‘As for language, I have always been enamored with different languages and the musical sound of words. Language is what makes the world, it changes how we see the world; in the novel, language and sound are pure magic. I’ve studied six languages all in all, so the love for languages will always be threaded through my writing.’ https://bombmagazine.org/articles/karin-tidbeck-interviewed/
[5]Jagannath (New York: Vintage, 2018), ‘Afterword: Transposing Worlds’, p. 152. All quotes from Jagannath refer to this edition.
[6] Other clothes that don’t fit include the outsized medical overalls Vanja borrows from the hospital supplies (as her friend Nina comments, ‘The important thing is they’re not tight across your bottom. That could make lifting patients embarrassing’ [p. 48]). The dissident librarian Evgen meets Vanja at one point ‘buttoned into an enormous overcoat with a thick collar’ (p. 106), as if to hide his radical tendencies from hostile eyes, while surgically damaged political prisoners wear ‘torn and dirty overalls’, as if to reinforce their outcast status (p. 115). Ivar expresses his sense of having been betrayed by his community by removing his outer clothes and setting himself adrift in a freezing lake. Proximity to your friends, meanwhile, gets expressed in Amatka through intimacy with their clothing. After Ivar’s suicide his best friend Nina wears one of his sweaters and sleeps in his bed, face buried in his pillow (p. 162), thereby prolonging his presence in her life beyond his death; and before this Vanja finds solace when she is separated from her lover by ‘resting her nose on the sleeve of her sleep shirt’ and breathing in ‘the scent it had absorbed from Nina’ (p. 103). Clothes conceal and protect, in other words, but they also reinforce deep connections between their wearers.
[8] The mention of Lagerlöf’s novel can be found in The Memory Theater (New York: Pantheon Books, 2021) at p. 135.
[9] ‘The Swedish [version of Amatka] has no metaphors, or synonyms, or homonyms, because it’s not part of the Swedish language. Since they were “forbidden” in the book, I had to write them out of the [English] prose as well.’ (I may have misunderstood this statement of Tidbeck’s!) https://www.comicsbeat.com/sdcc-17-interview-author-karin-tidbeck-uncovers-the-dreamlike-storyline-of-amatka/.
[13]The Complete Illustrated Works of Lewis Carroll (London: Chancellor Press, 1986), p. 69.
[14] Ursula K. Le Guin, Always Coming Home (London etc.: Grafton Books, 1988), p. 154.
[15] Ursula K. Le Guin, Hainish Novels and Stories, ed. Brian Attebery, The Library of America, 2 vols. (New York: Literary Classics of the United States, 2017), vol. 1, p. 613.
[16] See Le Guin, Hainish Novels, vol 1, pp. 640-641.
[Between 2006 and 2016 I wrote a number of short articles for the magazine of Shakespeare’s Globe in London, Around the Globe; I’ve begun to deposit them on this blog under the category ‘Globe Essays’. This is the third, and the topic seems appropriate for LGBTQI+ month here in the UK.]
Jack Laskey as Rosalind and Nadia Nadarajah as Celia in the 2009 Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre production
As You Like It is one of Shakespeare’s magical plays. Like A Midsummer Night’s Dream the bulk of its action takes place in a forest; and like Prsopero’s island in The Tempest the forest can be what you will, assuming a different shape for each mortal that stumbles into it. The forest of the play, then, mimics the stage. It can suddenly shift location, becoming the English forest of Arden or the Belgian forest of Ardenne, freely mingling Mediterranean palms and olive trees with northern blackthorn and bramble, populating itself with European stags and Asiatic lionesses, English shepherds and Greek shepherdesses. In the forest you can dress as you like: girls as boys, Dukes as outlaws, courtiers as farmers, and everyone as a lover, however foolish, ugly, wicked, old, or cynical. The forest, then, is less like the world as it is than the world as it never can be. But it invokes too the desire to ‘Cleanse the foul body of the infected world’ beyond the limits of its magic circle, and for this reason this comedy has seemed to many commentators to be something much more substantial than a theatrical firework display or a sylvan love-feast.
The play begins in a land ruled by a tyrant, Duke Frederick, who has usurped the throne of his elder brother, and lives in paranoid fear of falling victim to a similar betrayal. In his dukedom free speech is impossible, as it sometimes was in the England of Elizabeth I: in 1599, for instance, when As You Like It was being written, the Bishops of the Church of England burned a number of offensive books in central London, including satires and erotic poems by Christopher Marlowe and Thomas Nashe. Banishing Rosalind, the daughter of his elder brother, Duke Frederick tells his own daughter Celia not to ‘open […] thy lips’ to defend her, despite their friendship. In the previous scene one of his courtiers warns young Orlando that the Duke has taken an equally unreasonable dislike to him, but that the courtier dare not say so openly: ‘What he is indeed / More suits you to conceive than I to speak of’. Yet even in this oppressive atmosphere the Duke’s subjects dream of a ‘better world than this’, as the courtier puts it. Celia and Rosalind preserve their friendship despite the bad blood between their fathers; and everyone knows that the old Duke lives in the nearby forest ‘like the old Robin Hood of England’, where he ‘fleets the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world’. So it’s to the forest that Celia and Rosalind flee with the jester Touchstone after Rosalind’s banishment; and Orlando flees there too with his servant Adam, as if in a bid to find some sort of Eden in Arden, a place where the hand of tyranny cannot touch them.
John Edmund Buckley, Touchstone, Silvius and Phoebe (1864)
What they find in the forest is free speech, and a measure of egalitarianism. Exile has made the old Duke philosophical, and everyone in his vicinity may speak their minds, even the trees (he sees ‘tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, / Sermons in stones, and good in everything’). Unlike Duke Frederick, Duke Senior encourages anti-authoritarian satire; he even has a pet satirist, the traveller Jaques, who tells him off for every act that smacks of despotism. Later the Duke takes equal pleasure in the impudent banter of a boy named Ganymede, who tells him he is as well-born as he is (which is true, since Ganymede is really Duke Senior’s runaway daughter Rosalind in disguise). He is equally disposed to like the jester Touchstone, whose patchwork costume or ‘motley’ grants him liberty to mock whom he pleases, regardless of rank. And these are only three of the free-speakers who populate the woods where the old Duke dwells. The shepherd Corin can hold his own against any courtier in defence of his profession; the shepherdess Audrey, the shepherd William and the hedge-priest Oliver Martext each possesses their dignity, despite the mockery of the ruling classes; and the shepherd Silvius is enlisted in the final act as spokesman for all the lovers in the play, whatever their station.
Arthur Hughes, Rosalind (1872-3)
But the most remarkable free speaker in the forest is the boy-girl Rosalind/Ganymede, who meets her lover Orlando, finds that he does not recognise her as the woman he dotes on, and initiates a game which changes the direction of the play. Since Orlando misses Rosalind, Ganymede ‘pretends’ to be her, seeking to disabuse him of the absurd fantasies about women that were common currency among Elizabethan males. The charm and wit with which he does so seems to spread the benign infection of love throughout the forest. The shepherdess Phoebe promptly falls for Ganymede, Celia for Orlando’s brother Oliver, and Touchstone for the bashful Audrey, while Silvius takes his old love for Phoebe to giddy new heights. As this happens, satire gives way to love as the dominant mode of the comedy. Love-songs take over from songs of betrayal and exile, and lovers become the most eloquent of the foresters, sweeping aside all social inequalities in their willingness to serve one another, and finally rendering the satirist Jaques redundant.
At the end of the play, Ganymede turns magician. Using a spell he learned from an imaginary wizard uncle – invented by Rosalind as a background for her male persona – he finds a way to join the play’s lovers together in a quadruple wedding by changing himself from boy to girl, from Ganymede to Rosalind, with the help of the great god Hymen. As he casts his spell, Duke Frederick wanders into the forest and sloughs off his tyranny like a serpent shedding its skin. Love conquers all, then, in this play, with an efficiency that satirists can only dream of. And at the end of the play, the newly feminized Rosalind turns to the audience and invites them to join the magic circle of love by applauding the actors’ efforts, spurred on by their liking for this boy-girl who has made herself attractive to all genders. It would be a hardened cynic indeed who did not respond to her invitation, and discover in the process that the free-speakers of Arden had subtly changed his/her/their outlook.