Blogs and Race coming together

Posted in Authors and Books on May 18th, 2008

 

And another thing: Blogs are largely driven by love and passion for subject matter. There’s genuine juice found in them. No profit motive, no scurrying to be ‘ahead of the curve’ or the latest trend. Just genuine
enthusiasm. Free willed, spur of the moment, expressions of truth. No honesty-busting ulterior motives like politicians with their popularlity and newspaper proprietors with their profits. Blogs undermine nationalism…spawn communities of mutual interest…bring people together, like Frank Wilson and me. We spent another really interesting evening together in each other’s company…nothing new here…except
that it was in person in mexican restaurants, French coffee shops and english used book stores. Looking into the future: blogs will create hundreds of thousands of new communities where members will be
connected in ways simply impossible on the ground, and speaking of coming together: I had no idea how vibrantly diverse Philadelphia was: one shakin’ potpourri filled with such a lively ethnic salad: and if the dating scene on the street is anything to go by: at some point all human beings will truly look like members of the same race: light brown with almond shaped eyes. 

I’d rather be in Philadelphia

Posted in Authors and Books on May 16th, 2008


 

Am today in Philadelphia under drizzle awaiting the start of tomorrow’s Book Fair. But not dawdling in the drizzle.  Spent most of the morning with Derek Dreher, Director of the Rosenbach Museum. He told some fascinating stories about The "Doctor" as Rosenbach was known: his book collecting philosophy, media savvy and auction house smarts. Also stories of how the doc acquired the Alice in Wonderland manuscript, and the tragic loss of a budding book collector on the Titanic. After our chat, which will appear in interview form within the next week or two, Derek let me fondle some Donne, Dickens, and fake Shakespeareana. Best of all, he showed me an almost perfect replication of Marianne Moore’s study on one of the museum’s upper floors, complete with the actual books from her library. I plucked out a volume by Edmund Wilson…looked like a play I think, and wouldn’t you know, it was inscribed by EW to M.M. expressing gratitude for being able to share some of his life with her. 

Moore, an impressive poet in her own right, served as an important link between the early modernists, Pound and Eliot and later poets such as Hart Crane, William Carlos Williams, and W.H. Auden with whom she was very friendly.

Speaking of very friendly storytelling, I had the pleasure, after the Rosenbach experience,  of meeting Frank Wilson. He took me out for lunch at a Thai restaurant near his home. We talked nonstop for some  four hours about literature, philosophy, blogging and reviewing. One thing Frank said that really resonated was how dull movies and television have become since blogging has taken hold. He noted the glacial (sorry) pace of Titanic, and how he wished he could have thrown all the sorry sods overboard early in order to put  us all out of their misery. I experienced exactly the same urge not two weeks ago when yawning through the same turgid affair with my daughters. The active nature of reading and  sharing thoughts on same via the blog, plus the lively exchange of commentary, is so engaging it renders the experience of passively sitting in front of a box or big screen, flat, dull, dead, and plain boring in comparison.  

 We ended our encounter with a brief interview on how to establish and maintain a ’successful’ literary blog. Frank’s house incidentally, is a delightful menage of art covered walls, pianos, brightly covered kitchen cabinets and books, back ended by a flower and herb filled garden full of loud voiced birds, some of which you’ll hear in the background when you listen to our conversation, coming soon to a post near here.

 

Clifton Fadiman: Literary Guide

Posted in Authors and Books on May 15th, 2008

 

Thanks to Piony, I notice that Clifton Fadiman was born on this day in 1904. His book, A lifetime Reading Plan had an important impact on my reading habits. I picked it up when I was in my late twenties, at The Book Den on MacLaren Street in downtown Ottawa, still at that point of the stunted belief that ‘fiction was a waste of time.’ Clifton changed all this. I’ve been working my way through his Plan ever since. Here’s an excerpt from his New York Times obituary:

"In the 1940’s and 50’s, Mr. Fadiman’s presence in and influence on American intellectual life were ubiquitous. He prided himself on his skill as a popularizer and on his ability to make lofty subjects accessible to people who lacked his education and acuity.

This made him the target of such critics as Dwight MacDonald, who in the 1950’s accused him of being a high priest of ”Midcult,” contaminating American culture with what Mr. MacDonald saw as the ”tepid ooze” of phony intellect. Other critics said that Mr. Fadiman’s creativity was not the equal of his memory. But Mr. Fadiman was never defensive about what he was or what he did.

”I am not a profound thinker,” he once said. He said he saw himself rather as a guide, someone who could help other readers pick the titles that suited them. During the middle part of the century he had a good sense of what Americans wanted to read and was an important national taste maker."

It still makes a lot of sense in 2008 to use Clifton as a guide. The books he recommends, and ably describes, are timeless classics, required reading.

Border Crossings Magazine and its Editor Meeka Walsh

Posted in Beale Book Reviews on May 15th, 2008

 

Please find my review of Border Crossings Magazine here at Luna Park, and my summary of Meeka Walsh’s fine workshop on Writing Art Reviews, here

Ottawa’s Darling buds of May, etc.

Posted in Authors and Books on May 14th, 2008

 

 

 

 

Audio Interview with Author Rawi Hage by Nigel Beale: De Niro’s Game

Posted in AUDIO: Authors on May 14th, 2008

 

Rawi Hage was born in Beirut, Lebanon, and lived through nine years of that country’s civil war. He immigrated to Canada in 1992. He is a writer, a visual artist, and a curator whose debut novel, De Niro’s Game (2006), was shortlisted for the 2006 Scotiabank Giller Prize and the 2006 Governor General’s Award for English fiction. It is currently shortlisted for the IMPAC Dublin Literary Award. House of Anansi Press will publish Rawi’s eagerly anticipated second novel, Cockroach, in fall 2008. He lives in Montreal where I caught up with him at the Blue Met International Literary Festival.

We talk about living in war conditions, New York, Deer Hunter and Russian roulette, art as memory, the absurdity of war, the dangers of organized religion, fundamentalism, politics and the writer, canoing and moose, women’s clothing, Arabic poetry and the influence of fathers.

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Audio Interview with James Meek by Nigel Beale:We Are Now Beginning Our Descent

Posted in AUDIO: Authors on May 13th, 2008

James Meek was born in London in 1962 and grew up in Dundee, Scotland. His award winning work as a journalist includes reports on Guantánamo Bay and on/from Iraq. He continues to contribute to The Guardian, the London Review of Books and Granta. He lived in Russia and Ukraine from 1991-99 and now lives in London. He has published two books of short stories: Last Orders (1992); and The Museum of Doubt (2000). His novels are: Drivetime (1995); McFarlane Boils the Sea (1989); and The People’s Act of Love (2005), set in Siberia during the Russian Revolution, which won the 2006 Scottish Arts Council Book of the Year Award, and the 2006 Ondaatje Prize.

We met at the Blue Met International Literary Festival in Montreal recently to discuss his fourth novel, We Are Now Beginning Our Descent. Talk centers on love stories, the power of words, their frailty when it comes to male female relations, mis-imagining, crystallization, false separation, lack of global distance, bombing parliament buildings and reading into character names. Meek’s heart, he informs us, has many lines on it.

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Literary Bloggers take on Hamlet: Come comment on the Commentary

Posted in Authors and Books, Literary Criticism on May 12th, 2008

 

We now have the first Four Acts of Hamlet spoken for, commentary and some seriously insane photographs await your comments below. 

Nota Bene Roundtable Discussion of Shakespeare’s Hamlet: Act One with Commentary by Nigel Beale

Posted in Shakespeare on May 8th, 2008

 

(Sunday Salon: I’m in the midst of reading Hamlet today, and hosting a roundtable discussion of it. Here’s the introduction, and summary/commentary on Act One):

Dear members of the round table, and anyone else reading this,

Welcome to this first of hopefully many discussions of great works by Shakespeare and other outstanding members of the world’s literary community. 

Here are this Roundtable’s participants:

Act 1: Nigel Beale Notabene Books 

Act 2: Ed Champion, Filthy Habits:

Act: 3 Sarah Weinman, Confessions of an Idiosyncratic Mind

Act: 4 Amateur Reader, Wuthering Expectations

Act: 5 Anne Fernald, Furnham

Each participant will provide a reading of one of the play’s five Acts. Feedback will follow in the body of the posts by roundtable participants, and in the comments section by site visitors interested in the discussion.

Please find my take on Act 1 of Hamlet below. First a brief :

Act I SUMMARY

(for those so inclined, please listen here to my conversation with the wonderfully enthusiastic and erudite Prof. Joseph Khoury on Hamlet, Acts One and Two)

Something’s rotten. King Hamlet is dead. Denmark is in a state of high alert bracing for possible war with Young Fortinbras of Norway. A ghost resembling the dead King is seen on a platform before Elsinore Castle. Claudius, has assumed the throne, and precipitously taken King Hamlet’s wife, Gertrude to bed as his new Queen.

Claudius, fearing invasion, sends ambassadors to Norway to urge restraint. Young Hamlet is melancholy. King and Queen don’t understand why, two months on, he continues to mourn his father’s death. In his first soliloquy, Hamlet expresses anger over the haste with which mother and uncle have coupled.

Laertes,  son of the Lord Chamberlain Polonius, protective of his sister Ophelia, warns her about Young Hamlet; don’t believe his expressions of love. He wont marry you, he just wants to get into your pants, you’ll only get hurt. Polonius chimes in with the same story; orders her not to stop seeing him.

Hamlet sees the Ghost of his father, follows it, on his own, and is told by the Ghost that he, Hamlet’s father was poisoned by Claudius. The Ghost tells Hamlet to avenge his death but not to punish Gertrude for remarrying; conscience and heaven will judge her… Hamlet swears Horatio and Marcellus to silence about their seeing and his meeting the Ghost.

QUOTES AND COMMENTARY BY NIGEL BEALE

A reading of the play informed by the text, led by the citation of quotes either for their inherent spinetinglingness, power, beauty, aesthetic brilliance (B) and or their thematic importance (T). In the case of the former, little commentary is required, other than, at least on my part, the occasional marveling smile, sigh, tear, head shake, or shriek of despairing envy. As for (T), this is where thoughts are laid out, and where I hope combined interpretations will meet mingle, and form hybrids. (Q) represents questions raised by the text that you may wish to consider/address.

T "war-like form" The ghost is dressed for battle. This could suggest that as King he spent most of his time playing the warrior, possibly to the detriment of his marriage. Also that he is advocating violence.

B Shark’d up a list of lawless resolute

B But look, the morn in russet mantle clad, Walks o’er the dew of yon high eastern hill

Q How is it that Horatio knows "This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him [Hamlet]" And why wont the Ghost speak to anyone but Hamlet?

B The whole kingdom "…contracted in one brow of woe"

T Laertes: "My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France" This is the first use of the word "bend," I’ve noticed that it appears frequently in the play, as ’round’ does in Anthony and Cleopatra. Not sure of its significance yet. Claudius subsequently talks about bending Hamlet to remain in Denmark.

B Hamlet’s Soliloquy: O! that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into dew" Evidence of Hamlet’s suicidal state of mind. His isolation. That he is a perceptive, sensitive soul. Inward-looking. Aware of his own consciousness.

T God’s canon ‘gainst self-slaughter.’

This I think touches on one of the most important themes in the play: God’s will, and who we should obey when making decisions in life. The Ghost calls for Hamlet to revenge his murder. God and the Bible, the new testament at least, frowns on this. Who should Hamlet obey? He has the urge to kill himself, God’s canon says no. Ophelia is in love with Hamlet. Her father tells her not to see him. What should she do? Follow her heart, or her father’s wishes? These kind of difficult decisions about authority, and life choices, are at the heart of the play. It’s no coincidence either that Hamlet is studying in Wittenberg, Luther country. Clearly revenge and suicide go against the teachings of the Church.

T/B "Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.

In addition to its sheer beauty, this line speaks to Hamlet’s anger and shame. ‘Incest’ was more widely defined in Elizabethan times. Although the court doesn’t seem to object to this hasty marriage between brother and sister-in-laws, Hamlet’s objection may have something to do with a nagging fear that first, the two were having sex while King Hamlet was still alive…and, although a stretch, possibly early enough to include the possibility that Claudius might be Hamlet’s biological father. " A little more than kin, and less than kind." Could be read this way, although the more obvious interpretation is: I’m not the kind of loser you are. Also, the Ghost speaks not of Gertrude’s virtue, but her ’seeming’ virtue.

B Ham: "Thrift, thrift Horatio! The funeral bak’d meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables."

Laertes as protective older brother is a lovely scene. Telling her that Hamlet isn’t serious, he’s just trifling with her: "The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more." Don’t lose your heart he admonishes. Fear losing your chaste treasure.."And keep you in the rear of your affection, Out of the shot and danger of desire."

T Be wary then; best safety lies in fear."

Here we see another key theme of the play I think: that of Trust. Watch out for Hamlet, you can’t trust him. Few of the characters in this play trust each other. Laertes and Polonius distrust Hamlet, Polonius distrusts his own son Laertes, he sends someone to spy on him in France; Hamlet doesn’t trust anyone, save for Horatio. Ophelia and Gertrude I think are trusting…and look where that gets them…then again…doesn’t really matter does it… everyone dies.

B Ophelia comes back with one of the great lines in the play: "Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven, Whiles, like a puff’d and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, And recks not his own rede. "

Polonius then piles on with "When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows…Do not believe his vows" Stop seeing him. The fact that Ophelia obeys him, and the impact this has on Hamlet, is one of the great tragedies of the play.

T Scene 1V: back on the platform at night looking for the Ghost. When he comes there is talk of Angels and ministers of grace defending them, of heaven and hell. All this I think feeds into the fact that what the Ghost eventually calls for, revenge, is ungodly. Goes against the commandments. In fact this is the very word the Ghost uses when exhorting Hamlet on to  "Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder."

B "The serpent that did sting thy father’s life Now wears his crown."

Hamlet then, not only doesn’t say anything to his men about what the Ghost has said, he also swears them to secrecy about even having seen this apparition.

Q An interesting question about Act 1 I think is, why use the Ghost…why not just have Hamlet waking up one night after seeing the Ghost in a dream? Or having witnessed what actually happened in a dream? And why did the others have to see the Ghost?

Apparently ghosts were more widely accepted as real back in Shakespeare’s time. But still. Just a device, like the Three Witches, to foreshadow the carnage? Or something more? My take is that it has something to do with the belief in and supremacy of God and the Church. Perhaps the fact that the Ghost isn’t simply a figment of Hamlet’s imagination, but rather a bonafide entity, seen by others, gives him the same level of legitimacy as Jesus, or The Savior, in Hamlet’s mind and the minds of the audience.

 

Amateur Reader 

Good start, Nigel. Lots to think about. The purpose of the ghost is
a serious question. Many commentators would greatly prefer that only
Hamlet sees him, as in the scene with Gertude (III.iv), so the whole
thing can be psychological. Too bad for them. Not only do Horatio and
the others see the ghost, and even try to attack it, but Horatio seems
to know how ghosts operate (“I have heard,/ the cock, that is the
trumpet to the morn”
etc, I.i.). How this leads to his certainty (“upon
my life”)  that it will talk to Hamlet I don’t know.


So the ghost is real, but there’s still the question of what it
actually is. It claims to be “thy father’s spirit,” temporarily free
from a hellish Purgatory, and though Hamlet at first calls it “an
honest ghost
,” he later expresses his own doubts (e.g, “It is a damnèd
ghost that we have seen
” III.ii.). Even if the ghost is legitimately
Hamlet’s father, is its desire for revenge morally legitimate?


Hamlet himself has no thoughts of revenge until inspired by the ghost. The vitriol of the “too too solid/ sallied/ sullied” speech (I.ii.), is almost entirely directed at Hamlet’s mother:  “a beast that wants discourse of reason/ Would have mourned longer” seems even more vicious to me than “frailty, thy name is woman.” Towards Claudius, Hamlet is contemptuous (“no more like my father/ Than I to Hercules.”) But it’s the language about Gertrude, the sexual language, that tells us where
Hamlet’s thoughts have been. Hamlet does not even suspect murder, so it’s just his mother who is at fault. A brutal speech. Do some of the later cruelties towards Ophelia have echoes here?

Nigel Beale

The fact that the Ghost adamantly pushes for revenge against Claudius, and begs clemency for Gertrude I think just heaps another level of conflict atop the pile already sitting in Hamlet.

As for Claudius’s behavior toward Hamlet in Act One (Act Two to be explored in next post), I think it’s harsh and provocative. Typical of one who knows nothing about depression. Not to say anyone knew much back then; but clearly an unsympathetic, unloving response. ‘…impious stubbornness; unmanly grief; a will incorrect to heaven, a heart unfortified, a mind impatient, an understanding simple and unschooled…’ What a jerk. Sure, we all know that everyone dies. We should all also know that the response to the death of a loved one is in many cases beyond one’s control. Perhaps here it as much Danish society’s lack of death rituals, as Claudius’s inhumanity that hurts.

 

 Amateur Reader 

 “Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted color off/ And let thine eyes look like
a friend on Denmark
” is Gertrude’s first line. In the scene that
introduces Hamlet (I.ii.), Gertrude and Claudius both admonish the
Prince to give up mourning for his father, and to stop wearing mourning
clothes (“my inky cloak”). As Nigel asked about the ghost, I wonder to
what degree the Elizabethan audience found shocking not just the haste
of Gertrude’s remarriage, but the violation of the customary mourning
period.  Maybe it wasn’t as long as it later became (a year,
typically). Still – two months, less, must have seemed very short.


The King and Gertrude try to – what? reason? bully? – Hamlet out of
mourning. Their arguments are banal: “But you must know that your
father lost a father,/ That father lost, lost his” says the King, who
offers to be Hamlet’s new father. Here’s Gertrude: “Thou know’st ‘tis
common; all that lives must die,/ Passing through nature to eternity.

Hamlet replies with “Ay, madam, it is common,” his third pun in three
lines.


My favorite discovery on this reading is that the characters on stage
for these lines are Hamlet, Claudius, Gertrude, Polonius, and Laertes,
virtually the entire casualty list. Polonius and Laertes could have
been shuffled off stage (their piece of the scene is done), but
Shakespeare keeps them around to hear this. ‘Tis common; all that lives
must die.

 Nigel Beale

So, why is Claudius so hard on Hamlet’s mourning. After criticizing his behavior Claudius follows hard with a request that Hamlet think of him  ‘As of a father,’ and that the world take note that he is ‘most immediate to our throne,’ he also imparts on Hamlet the same nobility of love which dearest fathers bear their sons, and beseeches him, ‘ ‘bend’ (my favourite word) you to remain in Denmark.’  The only answer I can think of: the general attitude toward melancholy at the time may have been one of intolerance, where the stiff upper lip, pull up your socks school of thought prevailed.  As for his protestations of love: the exchange takes place in front of the court, Hamlet is popular, what else would Claudius say.

Another question remains: Why is the Ghost made ‘real,’ seen by others, and not just presented as a figment of Hamlet’s diseased mind, an apparition. In this regard, I note that the word ‘seems’ is used quite often in the play. Nothing is what it seems? Other than adding some kind of legitimacy, a level of believability to what the Ghost says, it’s hard to say why others see this apparition. To show that Hamlet isn’t bonkers?

More than anything, this is just another example of the mystery and uncertainty that shrouds the play, of
the many ‘problems’ and questions it raises, of why it has over the centuries attracted so much attention from critics. It’s difficult not to want to keep on speculating.
Why was the Ghost a public one in Act One, and private, to Hamlet alone, in the later bedroom scene with Gertrude? Again perhaps it’s to show that there is some objective validity to what the Ghost is saying. That vengeance is as valid a response to murder as the more Christian forgiveness.

Speculating on motives, thinking about love, sex, family, truth, authority, friendship, consciousness, death, mortality; wondering what ails and blocks Hamlet as he struggles to live with himself…relating to his torn indecisiveness, living with a haunting sense of evil hovering above ones head…this is Hamlet’s life. In reading and thinking about Shakespeare’s words we make them real.

 

 Nigel Beale

The cavalier manner in which Hamlet Sr.’s death is treated by both Claudius and Gertrude is of central concern when analyzing the issue of trust in the play. It’s an insult to Hamlet, to his father’s reputation: the inadequate respect paid to his father’s memory, Gertrude’s lack of mourning, her hyper fast nuptuals, the couple’s lack of sympathy for Hamlet’s suffering; the absence of a sufficiently dignified communitarian process that, to use your word Derek, echoes Hamlet’s personal sense of loss — living in a culture that had ‘gutted’ public mourning rituals — all of these combine to shock, dismay and paralyze Hamlet. It is his mother’s behavior, whorish behavior in his opinion, which I think tips Hamlet into unhealthy melancholy, and which explains his distrust not only of every one, save Horatio, but of every thing…real and imaginary. It also informs his treatment of Ophelia, and his opinion of women in general.

The base actions of his parents crush his faith in humanity. He feels isolated in the world (he’s an only child), surrounded by people who lack empathy; who are in fact, his enemies.  How can he trust anyone if he can’t even trust his mother to do right by his father, a man she supposedly loved, indeed worshiped. What chance is there that he will find genuine, honest faithful love in the world, love that he can trust and rely upon? There is no chance.

When love is thought to be impossible, when the prospect of it seems hopeless, this is when people turn to suicide.

***

And now that we’re on the topic of suicide and trust: look what kills Ophelia: conflict between her heart and the authority of her father. What renders Hamlet paralyzed? Conflict between competing authorities and sets of rules. Which to obey: his father’s wishes,  the Church’s strictures, his own sense of decency, right and wrong? Hamlet’s father was plucked from this earth without receiving last communion, or delivering a deathbed confession. He sits in purgatory, at least as the Catholics would have it, waiting to be cleansed for heaven, and yet pleads to be remembered? Demands that his son commit an atrocious sin? There’s something rotten here. Hamlet worries about it. Can he trust the Ghost? Maybe it’s a devil. No wonder he was driven mad, or close to  it.   

 Amateur Reader 

Another approach, or two, to Claudius, and his attitude towards Hamlet. First, Claudius feels guilty about murdering King Hamlet.We don’t learn this until III.iii ("My words fly up, my thoughts remain below", and the long speech before he prays). Hamlet’s mourning is a constant, public reminder of his crime, a prick to Claudius’s conscience.

Second, Claudius can be seen as genuinely concerned about the fate of his nation. What if he is a good king? In his very first speech (I.ii.), we see him diplomatically avert a pointless war with young Fortinbras (pointless - see IV.iv - "We go to gain a little patch of ground/ That hath in it no profit but the name"). Even Claudius’s intial plots against Hamlet have a basis in public safety, since Hamlet is apparently a lunatic who just murdered the King’s closest adviser.

I won’t push the argument all the way to the end - by then, Claudius has entangled himself in some appalling business. My point is, given Hamlet’s age (30? - see the gravedigger in V.i. "I have been sexton here, man and boy, thirty years" and other clues) and lack of siblings, it is likely that Hamlet will remain the only heir to the throne. In Act I, Claudius may in part be managing the heir in the service of the state.

Are there any hints about the age of Claudius?

Nigel, I’ve never been convinced that Hamlet actually goes mad. That subject will cover the whole play, so I’ll defer, but I’ll be interested in your arguments.

 
Nigel Beale 

AR, Those who contemplate suicide seriously, if not mad, must at least be ill. A healthy mind does not preach its own distruction. When skewering Polonius, Hamlet may have been temporarily insane, if not certifiably mad. But I agree with you. I think he maintains control of his faculties for the most part during the play. He has to be sharp, and ruthless, to catch and dispose of Ros and Guild (’Whom I will trust as I will adders fang’d') in such cool fashion.  But as you say, we’re getting ahead of ourselves here. Need to wait for Ed and Sarah to set the stage.

 Nigel Beale

Derek raises a useful point about ‘historical’, or ‘psychological’ fallacy in the comments below, suggesting that without direct evidence from the text, my depiction of Claudius as a jerk is naive philosophizing which leads to no valuable
understanding of the work, only wishful rewriting…I agree with this. However I also thing this: My reaction to Claudius’s words obviously comes from the 21st century, as each reader’s must from the age within which he or she lives. It has to. One of the most interesting aspects of criticism is how reader responses change over the centuries; indeed how responses of the individual change as works are read at different times in life. 

Also prompted by Derek’s suggestion to further explore ‘Truth’ as an abiding theme: I’m reminded of Arnold Bennett’s line on burglars: "What leads to the permanent sorrowfulness of burglars is that their principles are contrary to burglary." The Ghost is exhorting Hamlet to act against his principles, against his ‘truth;’ he exerts a powerful, parental pressure,  guilting/blackmailing Hamlet, demanding he to do something that his conscience tells him is wrong. This conflict results in procrastination, indecision; a questioning of the validity, the truth of what the Ghost/father is saying. Ophelia obeys her father’s edict, and acts in opposition to her true love of Hamlet. The play depicts life as a series of conflicting truths emanating from different authorities, including the self, of varying trustworthiness,  which must be chosen from and acted upon (Freud’s Ego, Id and Superego). Life as the process of aligning internal principles, chosen from various authorities, with external actions.

 

Nigel Beale

Kant wrote that humans, like animals, are governed by their desires, that behavior is determined by wishes, passions, appetites. Practical reason supplies the means to attain what we want. But unlike animals we also act on principles, even when they go against our immediate desires. Ophelia does this when, obeying her father’s wishes, she stops seeing Hamlet. Hamlet struggles with it too, trying to do what his Ghost/father has told him to do. Honour they parents is the maxim both have used as a guide to action. Neither of them are genuinely autonomous. Both have adopted the belief that honouring, and obeying your parents is the right way to live. Ophelia does this blindly,  goes mad and commits suicide as a result. Hamlet struggles with it throughout the play, it drives him close to mad; killing Polonius results in the fight with Laertes, which ends in his death. The play hinges on this tension between internal and external authority sources; portraying the devastation that occurs when authority sources fail to jive with those universal truths which best guide us to happier lives. 

According to Kant, a set of principles and judgements form our understanding of the universe. Math, geometry, cause and effect, nothing comes from nothing, etc. He called knowledge of these truths ’synthetic a priori  knowledge.’ Without this, no  understanding or meaningful experience would be possible at all. This a priori knowledge cannot be falsified by experience. So just imagine what happens when Hamlet sees and talks to the Ghost: something from nothing: first this synthetic a priori knowledge is blown out of the water, then two important maxims collide, Honour thy Father and Thou shalt not Kill. No wonder Hamlet couldn’t make sense of anything.

Nota Bene Roundtable discussion of Shakespeare’s Hamlet: Act Two with Commentary by Ed Champion

Posted in Shakespeare on May 8th, 2008




Act II: SUMMARY

(for those so inclined, please listen here to Nigel Beale’s conversation with the wonderfully enthusiastic and erudite Prof. Joseph Khoury on Hamlet, Acts One and Two)

Polonius tells Reynaldo to spy on his son Laertes in Paris. Polonius learns from Ophelia that a disheveled Hamlet met her, looking ‘As if he’d been loosed from hell’, perused her face at length, in short, acted crazily, and left. Polonius believes Hamlet’s odd behaviour is ‘the very ecstasy of love, resulting from Ophelia’s repelling of his letters and denial of access. Her rejection of him, based on her father’s orders. Polonius eventually ( More matter less art) tells the King and Queen his theory.

King Claudius instructs courtiers Rosencrantz and Guildenstern to find out what is causing Hamlet’s strange "transformation," or change of character. Queen Gertrude suggests that only King Hamlet’s death and her recent remarriage could be upsetting Hamlet.

We learn that Fortinbras’ movements have been curtailed. Hamlet quickly determines that Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are no friends, but agents of the King. Hamlet provides one of the most beautiful, moving descriptions of depression ever written. He meets players, discusses inserting 12-16 lines of his own to a play they will perform, to prove to himself that Claudius is indeed guilty of killing his father, as the Ghost has told him…

 

ACT ll: COMMENTARY by ED CHAMPION

I’ve always had a soft spot for Polonius. He’s the good-hearted but doddering father to Hamlet’s vengeful and exacting ghost dad (by comparison, Bill Cosby ought to be ashamed of himself). Polonius bears close resemblance to the kind of paternal figure generally found in a Moss Hart-George Kaufman comedy. He’s happy to offer advice, but he has no idea how little his words are regarded and how much trouble all this causes. For this, his almost ridiculous fate involves being stabbed through the arras in Act III (crying for help, no less), thus setting up the sword fight that leads to a body count rivaling that of a John Woo film.

Polonius is most famous for telling his son, Laertes, “This above all: To thine ownself be true.” And while this is certainly good advice, we see in Act II that what Polonius says doesn’t always match up with how he goes about his business. Polonius, for example, urges Ophelia to have nothing to do with Hamlet, even as she confesses her passions for him in the first scene: And thrice his head thus waving up and down He rais’d a sigh so piteous and profound [II:i, 103-104]

The modifier strings at the end of these two lines, together with the imprecise rhyme of “down” and “profound,” should be a telling clue that Ophelia has become quite intoxicated by Hamlet’s forceful grab of her wrist and that no amount of deconstructing this behavior will solve this dilemma. But instead of granting Ophelia permission to pursue these feelings, Polonius declares that he will consult with the newly installed King about “the very ecstasy of love / Whose violent property fordoes itself.” He even hectors Ophelia about whether or not she’s followed his advice. Ophelia replies that she has “repel[led] his letters and deni’d / His access to me,” the phrase that launched a thousand quips and helped fuel understandable Third Wave conflagrations..

Is this all Polonius’s fault? I don’t think so. Like an overly didactic writer who doesn’t understand how off-putting his prose is, Polonius is blissfully unaware, just trying to help out. But being true to one’s self is actually a pretty sound idea, albeit with problematic consequences. For in Elsinore, propriety and deference prevents these characters from living up to this fine maxim. And if one accepts the “truth” of these characters, such as Hamlet’s tone-deaf instructions to the players on how to perform before the court near the end of Scene ii, one is presented with regrettable, and often embarassing, character inadequacies. As Hamlet is hanging out with Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, he offers his famous “What a piece of work is man” speech, but cannot find delight in the praise that he has just uttered. He takes offense when Rosencrantz laughs during the “Man delights not me” portion of this speech, demanding an immediate explanation. Rosencrantz offers him one, pondering the “lenten entertainment” that the forthcoming theatrical players are likely to receive from such an angst -ridden attitude. Actuated by this truth, Hamlet takes it upon himself to
instruct the players in their craft, giving us “The Murder of Gonzago.” But this isn’t so much entertainment, lenten or otherwise, as it is a script Hamlet hopes to follow to carry out his vengeance. Hamlet is that desperate.

Gertrude and Claudius have been true to themselves. And because of this, they are better able to discern the behavior around them. But unlike Polonius, they leave Hamlet to work these feelings out. Queen Gertrude knows very well that her son is vexed by dad’s death and her own shotgun marriage to Claudius, and says as much upon Polonius’s entrance. Polonius insists that he has, as Claudius puts it, “the head and source of all your son’s distemper.”

But the cost of being true involves being somewhat intolerant of others. Gertrude is so unforgiving of Polonius that, as Polonius rambles off his explanation (shortly after promising to be brief), she snaps, “More matter, with less art,” as he is attempting to set down his theory.

If Polonius is something of a crank, he is nevertheless the guy who is best trying to understand Hamlet’s temperament, offering a number of asides to this effect in Act II, Scene ii. Polonius points out that he himself “suff’red much extremity for love” in his youth and that there may be a method to Hamlet’s madness. Unfortunately, he is interested, only because he wishes to prevent further meetings between him and Ophelia.

So nobody’s perfect, as the old Billy Wilder adage goes. And Polonius, like the rest of us, will pay a very terrible price in the next act for his efforts to understand. But at least he isn’t as determined as Hamlet to catch the conscience of the King, which carries deadlier consequences.

 Amateur Reader

Ed picks out Polonius for special emphasis. A good idea - our response to the death of Polonius has a lot to do with where we think the play goes. It’s very sly - if Polonius is just a fool, then his death is diminished, the horror of it is less vivid. Hamlet commits a terrible crime when he kills Polonius, so why doesn’t our sympathy turn against him. I thought I was killing someone else - a poor excuse. Why doesn’t Hamlet turn into Macbeth at this point?

 

An irony of "To thine own self be true" is that Laertes follows this advice perfectly. So does Polonius - unfortunately his true self involves sending spies after his son and hiding behind curtains. So do most of the characters. Does Hamlet? There, I’m not so sure. 

Nigel Beale

Being true to oneself is central to this play, and as you say AR, Ed’s emphasis is good. I don’t think that Polonius is the doddering old fool, however, that many see him as. Sure he rambles on, and gets shut down with that beautiful line by Gertrude, but his advice to his son is stellar, and justly praised for it’s eloquence. I’d suggest he’s more of a clever statesman, playing each audience differently. Again, the tragedy is that, as Ed points out, he doesn’t give the same advice to his daughter as he does his son, when it comes to Hamlet at least. She being the dutiful daughter, is thus not true to herself, and look where it lands her: crazy, and in the drink. Polonius is a boring old busy body, but he’s also a key member of the new King’s ‘cabinet,’ as he was I imagine of Hamlet Sr.’s. Got to have some smarts to stay on the inside like that I’d say.

Is Hamlet true to himself? I think the play is about him trying to figure out exactly what his true self is. He doesn’t blindly obey his father as Ophelia does. Id, ego and superego, to use futuristic terminology, are at war within him. Why doesn’t he turn into MacBeth? I don’t think he ‘truly’ believes he’s done wrong in killing Polonius, as MacBeth does in killing Duncan.

Nigel Beale

Here are some additional quotes that demand attention:

T Hamlet, with his "boublet all unbrac’d looks, when he looked to Ophelia in her closet "As if he had been loosed out of hell"

T Hamlet "bended" the light of his eyes on Ophelia. Ros. and Guil. give up themselves "in the full bent" to Claudius.

B My news shall be the fruit to that great feast (admittance to the ambassadors)

B T Hamlet writes sublimely to Ophelia : "Doubt thou the starts are fire; doutbt the sun doth move; Doubt truth be a liar; But never doubt I love.

B Pol: My honourable lord, I will most humbly take my leave of you Ham: You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal; except my life…

B T Hamlet in one of the most beautiful sequences in the English language describes depression: "  I have of late, — but wherefore I know not, — lost all  my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why it appears no other thing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form! in moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me what is this quintessence of dust?


B T I am but mad north-northwest: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.

Nota Bene Roundtable Discussion of Shakespeare’s Hamlet: Act Three with Commentary by Sarah Weinman

Posted in Authors and Books on May 8th, 2008

 

Act III SUMMARY

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern report to Claudius on Hamlet’s behaviour. Hamlet is eager for Claudius and Gertrude to watch a play that night to which he has added some crucial lines.

Claudius and Polonius eavesdrop on Hamlet’s conversation with Ophelia. Hamlet suspects Ophelia is with her father and Claudius, against him, and is hostile toward her, claiming he never loved her, and that she should go live in a whore house.

From this conversation Claudius determines that Hamlet is neither lovesick nor mad, but rather dangerous. The mime preceding the play which mimics the Ghost’s description of King Hamlet’s death, but it isn’t until the play called "The Murder of Gonzago" is performed, that Claudius reacts in a way which convinces Hamlet of his guilt. Hamlet agrees to speak with his mother in private…well, not quite. Polonius is eavesdropping again, hiding behind an arras in hopes of learning more of Hamlet’s mind.

Claudius admits a growing fear of Hamlet and decides to send him overseas to England with Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. In soliloquy he admits his guilt, lamenting the fact that he can’t escape divine justice…Hamlet comes upon him, but rationalizes his way out of killing him. Stabbing him in the back whilst he is praying would only send him to heaven, not hell where he belongs.

Gertrude tells Hamlet that he has much offended Claudius. Hamlet responds that she has his father much offended. Gertrude cries out afraid Hamlet will kill her, Polonius echoes this and is stabbed through the arras behind which he is hiding. Hamlet continues to express his disgust at his mother’s behavior. The Ghost reappears, telling Hamlet to be gentle with her. She tells Hamlet her heart is cleft in twain. He asks her to refrain from going to Claudius’s bed, and tells her he’s off to England with Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, two schoolfellows ‘Whom I will trust as I will adders fang’d.’

 


 

QUOTES AND COMMENTARY by SARAH WEINMAN

Perhaps it’s ironic that Act III has so much of the action, the set pieces most everyone is familiar with - Hamlet’s "To be or not to be" soliloquy", his scathing "get thee to a nunn’ry" remark to the hapless, madness-inclined Ophelia, the stabbing of Polonius - and yet it’s marked the most by inaction. Mostly that of Hamlet, of course, as he keeps coming on stage to say he’ll kill his uncle and then doesn’t do it. He truly embodies the line he speaks in scene II: "For some must watch while some must sleep/Thus runs the world away." Even when he does finally do something and kill Polonius, the action seems to resemble more a farce than a dramatic note, especially with Polonius’s bleating "O, I am slain" as the knife pierces him through the abbas. But why would he think hiding in the abbas was such a good idea? Surely there are more effective ways to eavesdrop? Although, like Ed, I think Polonius gets something of a bad rap, his behavior right before dying doesn’t really help his cause. His own inaction, choosing to remain in the background, does him in.


Central to inaction is passivity, and that is ever clear in Ophelia’s behavior. Yes, Hamlet is cruel and callous towards her, but I was struck anew how his own descent into madness directly affects her own. Between that and her reaction to Polonius’s death in Act IV, Ophelia doesn’t have much chance to choose how she feels or what direction she is supposed to go in. It’s not even an issue of feminism but of being active, and Ophelia doesn’t get to act. Instead she frets of her own woe, ""T’have seen what I have seen, see what I see!" With her mind open, she doesn’t walk through the door of decision but the veil of madness. That’s not exactly fun.


Passivity also shows through in the play within a play. Hamlet, preferring as ever to angst and avoid confrontation, instead stages this elaborate pseudo-allegory that does what it’s supposed to do: show the "truth" of Claudius’s behavior in securing marriage to his murdered brother’s wife. Hamlet seems to be aware of this what with his comment to a horrified Ophelia that "marry, this’ [miching] mallecho, it means mischief." Here we have Hamlet, rubbing his hands in glee like a naughty child, cackling at the mayhem he has set loose. Too bad the joke will be on him by the act’s end as he is preparing to be packed off to England with the jocular Rosencrantz & Guildenstern.


One final thought, less specific to Act III: as this was the first time I read Hamlet since high school I’d completely forgotten that a good half of the play is not actually written in iambic pentameter, instead written as actual spoken-word dialogue. I did try to turn those phrases into i.p. and had to stop because it got too silly. I’m not sure if HAMLET has more or less plain speech than his other plays but the mixing does seem to underscore how much plot, and yet how much movement, the play has. If everyone stopped to give soliloquys the play would go completely dead; instead Shakespeare definitely parceled out his best poetic stuff only when necessary - which, I think, contributes even more to why "to be or not to be" or "O what a rogue and peasant slave am I" or Ophelia’s mad scene endure as near-canon today.

 Amateur Reader

 

Sarah, since you asked, some statistics:

Titus Andronicus: percent prose, 1%
1 Henry VI: "almost no prose’
Hamlet: 27%
Coriolanus: 22%
1 Henry IV: 45%
Twelfth Night: 61%
The Merry Wives of Windsor: 87%
 

All from Frank Kermode, Shakespeare’s Language, pp. 47-8. There’s matter in this madness. Hamlet uses prose for specific purposes. Hamlet’s faux mad scenes, with Ros & Guild, with Polonius, with
Osric, with the King, are in prose. Note that alone with his mother, Hamlet’s says some wild things, but all in verse. Ophelia’s madness is also in prose, when she’s not actually singing.
The gravediggers speak prose, and Hamlet uses prose with them, except for one rhyming passage (Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay ). Hamlet switches back to verse when the funeral procession arrives. Finally, all of the theater discussion (II.ii. and III.ii.), the theories of acting, the attack on the boy’s troupe, all this is in prose. And not just from Hamlet - Polonius, too, in the tragical-comical-historical-pastoral
speech.

Do we hear this in the theater? A lot of the effect must be subconscious.

Nigel Beale

Q Why is Hamlet so harsh with Ophelia, calling her a whore?

B Give me that man That is not passion’s slave

B Oph: Tis Brief my lord. Ham: As a woman’s love.

B Great powerful line: "When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on." 

B For we will fetters put upon this fear.

B Some pissed: "In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed, Stew’d in corruption, honeying and making love Over the nasty sty, — "

B Whom I will trust as I will adders fang’d


B Bestow this place on us a little while. Euphemism for get the fuck out of here.

Nota Bene Roundtable Discussion on William Shakespeare’s Hamlet: Act Four

Posted in Shakespeare on May 8th, 2008

 

 Act IV SUMMARY 

Claudius asks Gertrude how Hamlet does, and is shocked to hear of Polonius’ murder; it could easily have been him had he been there. Gertrude says Hamlet is as mad. Claudius declaring Hamlet a dangerous man, decides to send him  away to England immediately with Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. He asks them to find out where Hamlet has hidden Polonius’s body so it can be taken to the chapel.

Hamlet refuses to tell Rosencrantz and Guildenstern where Polonius’ dead body is hidden, calling them sponges, the King’s lackeys, revealing his knowledge that they are not his friends. Hamlet continues to refuse to tell them where Polonius’s body is. He is brought before the King. And reveals the whereabouts of Polonius’s body. Claudius tells Hamlet to leave for England supposedly for his own safety. With Hamlet gone, Claudius reveals his plan for Hamlet to be killed
in England.

Young Fortinbras marches his army across Denmark to fight the Polish. Hamlet
laments that he does not have in him Fortinbras’s will to lead an army into pointless battles of honour, disgusted with himself for not acting when he has ample reason. A father has been killed and a mother made a whore in his eyes.

Ophelia goes mad from the grief of losing her father. Laertes storms Elsinore castle, demanding to know who killed his father. Claudius remains calm, telling Laertes that he too mourns Polonius’s death

Horatio is greeted by sailors who have news from Hamlet. Deciding they have a common enemy in Hamlet, Laertes and Claudius his death at a fencing match. Laertes is confronted with a mad sister, and later learns of her death by drowning.

 

QUOTES (T, B, Q) AND COMMENTARY BY AMATEUR READER

A reading of the play informed by the text, led by the citation of quotes either for their inherent power, beauty, aesthetic brilliance (B) , and/or their thematic importance (T). (Q) represents questions raised by the text that the commentators may wish to consider/address.

T, B Scene i.1 There’s matter in these sighs.

As usual, the first line of act identifies the crux of action. Claudius does not yet know of Polonius’s murder. Hamlet’s plan is now a complete success - everyone thinks he’s crazy. Here’s Gertrude’s view:

Mad as the sea and wind when both contend

Which is the mightier.

and:

To draw apart the body he hath kill’d; O’er whom his very madness, like some ore Among a mineral of metals base, Shows itself pure. He weeps for what is done.

Is it his madness that shows itself pure? Obscure.

B Whose whisper o’er the world’s diameter, As level as the cannon to his blank, Transports his poisoned shot- may miss our name 

And hit the woundless air.- O, come away! My soul is full of discord and dismay.

This is Claudius, a great passage, despite its mangled state in all sources. That "poisoned shot" returns near the end of the act.

 Sc ii. Hamlet tormenting Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. As usual, with Hamlet’s nonsense play, Shakespeare switches to prose.

B Ham. He keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouth’d, to be last swallowed.

Ham. The body is with the King, but the King is not with the body. The King is a thing-

Guil. A thing, my lord?

Ham. Of nothing.

Sc iii. T King: Yet must not we put the strong law on him. He’s lov’d of the distracted multitude, Who like not in their judgment, but their eyes;

Q Is this the first time we hear about Hamlet’s popularity with the people? Is the King right, or is this an excuse for his own inaction. The people are certainly restless - see IV.v.

B Not where he eats, but where he is eaten. A certain convocation of politic worms are e’en at him.

Etc. More Hamlet sense or nonsense, in prose. Ends with:

Nothing but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar.

When Hamlet leaves, the King, alone, says:

T Since yet thy cicatrice looks raw and red After the Danish sword, and thy free awe Pays homage to us,

He’s referring to England’s deference to Denmark, after defeat in war. The diplomacy of Claudius is always based on the military triumphs of King Hamlet.

Sc iv. This is the first (only?) time the scene leaves the grounds of Elsinore.

T, B A minor member of the Shakespeare company gets a juicy speech, as the Norwegian captain, starting with:

Truly to speak, and with no addition, We go to gain a little patch of ground That hath in it no profit but the name.

The captain’s point is that the war is bloody and pointless. Hamlet, perversely, is spurred to action.

What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more.

Lots of great bits in this speech. It ends:

My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!

Q Is this really a turning point in Hamlet’s attitude?

Sc v. The Queen and Ophelia. Too many wonderful lines to list. Notice that just before Ophelia enters, the Queen switches to rhymed verse, very rare anywhere else besides some scene-ending couplets:

To my sick soul (as sin’s true nature is) Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss. So full of artless jealousy is guilt It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

T, B Ophelia’s songs: "How should I your true-love know" to "Good night, good night."

T When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions

So says the King, in this play filled with spies.

The burial of Polonius: greenly in huggermugger - Ophelia gets a treatment little better

Q Why has Laertes returned? How much time is supposed to have passed? - not sure how the timing works here

Laertes returns, full of fire, demanding immediate vengeance (I dare damnation, etc.) But Claudius convinces him to delay his revenge (Be you content to lend your patience to us). Delays upon delays.

Q Is anyone happy with those pirates? My least favorite part of the play. Them and (Sc vii) the long business with Lamord the Norman swordsman. What is going on here? One possibility: Hamlet really is in action now (leaping onto the pirate ship), while Claudius and Laertes now come up with pointlessly elaborate schemes (although, says the King, fully corrupted now, Revenge should have no bounds).



T, B Finally, the Queen reports Ophelia’s death, in one of Hamlet’s most beautiful passages.



There is a willow grows aslant a brook,

That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream.

And so on. Ophelia’s list of flowers returns, there’s a phallic reference, the brook weeps for her. Drown’d, drown’d.

Nigel Beale

Interesting how when Hamlet’s dander is raised there is no indecision. Upon hearing Polonius he at once, rashly, stabs through the curtain.

re: Claudius’s decision not to kill Hamlet: Another example of shrewd machiavellian politician/diplomat at work.

re: Turning point in Hamlet’s attitude: There is no more indecision after this.  

re: Why has Laertes returned?  The first words he utters: ‘O thou vile king!‘ So he knows something is up. Later, ‘Where’s my father?‘ He must have heard rumours.

Revenge should have no bounds: No indecision here. Laertes is perhaps not as God-fearing as Hamlet. He’d kill in a church. Hamlet bridles at killing Claudius at pray, reasoning that he didn’t want him to go to heaven.

Q I wonder if any fears for his own soul enter into it?

re: Pirates and Lamord: The pirates are only mentioned briefly in a Hamlet’s letter to Horatio, so I have no problem with them. Doesn’t Claudius just cite Hamlet’s envy of the praise Lamord heaps on Laertes? Isn’t he using Hamlet’s response,  that he wants at Laertes, to incite Laertes ’s anger…goad him along in his desire for revenge, add some petrol to the fire?

Speaking of Laertes’s anger: I was surprised to learn that it was he, not Claudius, who had the idea to dip his sword in poison.

 Amateur Reader

I can explain my objection to the pirates a bit more. It seems like pure machinery, external to the logic of the tragedy, which is well-developed by Act IV. But Shakespeare has sent Hamlet towards England, but he can’t let him get there - Hamlet needs to be back for Act V. The "Lamord the swordsman" stuff is similar - why do we need this now?

On the other hand, the Lamord discussion is not just an offhand remark. It’s several minutes of stage time. Something else is going on here, but I don’t see what.Two months since Here was a gentleman of Normandy,envenom[ed] with his envy . That envenoming comes just a bit before Laertes literalizes the metaphor.


Then there’s the strange He grew upon his seat speech. Lamord is magical, incorpsed and deminatured
says Claudius. This is the third mention of "two months" in the play. Act I takes place two months after King Hamlet’s death, while there is another two month gap between Act I and Act II. This two months must be back in that gap, since Hamlet was present, or so the King says, with his horse.

 
Shakespeare’s flaws and oddities often conceal dazzling things. I’m missing something here.
 

Nigel, I agree that Laertes is up for anything, killing Hamlet anywhere. It’s the King saying that Revenge should have no bounds that is shocking, a crossed line for him. Perhaps I am projecting Henry IV ontoHamlet .

Nota Bene Roundtable Discussion of Shakespeare’s Hamlet: Act Five

Posted in Shakespeare on May 8th, 2008

Act V. SUMMARY

Hamlet and Horatio talk with a quick witted clown/gravedigger about Englishmen and madness. Hamlet, holding the skull of Yorick, his childhood jester, muses on how we all, Alexander and Caesar included, return to the same base dust.

At Ophelia’s burial, the Priest reveals a widely held belief that Ophelia committed suicide, angering Laertes. Hamlet fights Laertes over Ophelia’s grave, angered by Laertes exaggerated emphasis of his sorrow and because he believes he loved Ophelia much more than her brother.

Hamlet explains to Horatio how he avoided the death planned for him in England and had courtiers’ Rosencrantz and Guildenstern put to death instead. Hamlet reveals his desire to kill Claudius.

Hamlet is summoned by Osric to duel with Laertes at the castle; Claudius, diplomat to the end, wagers on Hamlet winning. Gertrude drinks a poisoned cup meant for Hamlet, dying but not before telling all that she has been poisoned. Hamlet wins the first two rounds but is stabbed and poisoned fatally in the third round. Exchanging swords during the fight Hamlet wounds and poisons Laertes who explains the situation. Hamlet then stabs and kills Claudius with this same sword. Dying, tells Horatio to tell his story and not to commit suicide. Hamlet fingers Fortinbras as the next King of Denmark.

 

QUOTES AND COMMENTARY 

(content arriving anon)

Torture Scandal

Posted in Authors and Books on May 8th, 2008

Why Hamlet?

Posted in Authors and Books on May 8th, 2008

 

In "The Critic as Artist" Oscar Wilde wrote: "It [criticism] is the
only civilized form of autobiography, as it deals not with the events,
but with the thoughts of one’s life; not with life’s physical accidents
of deed and circumstance, but with the spiritual moods and imaginative
passions of the mind."

Because of the expanse of Hamlet’s vast consciousness it is unlikely that any of the thoughts we have about our own lives will go untouched. 

My Hour is Almost Come… Reminder: Roundtable on Shakespeare’s Hamlet starts tomorrow Evening

Posted in Authors and Books on May 7th, 2008


" My hour is almost come

When I to sul’phrous and tormenting flames

Must render up myself."

 

Starting tomorrow evening I will be hosting a round table discussion of The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark by William Shakespeare. Here’s who will be participating:

 

Ed Champion, Filthy Habits

Sarah Weinman, Confessions of an Idiosyncratic Mind

Anne Fernald, Furnham

Amateur Reader, Wuthering Expectations

Do yourself a favour, spend three hours reading the play tomorrow some time, and join we happy few.

Window o’ Books

Posted in Authors and Books on May 7th, 2008

Look what I spied whilst in Montreal for the Blue Met Literary Festival…

 

Audio Interview with Donald Antrim by Nigel Beale: On a son’s relationship with his mother, alcoholism, anger and book collecting.

Posted in AUDIO: Authors on May 7th, 2008

 

Donald Antrim is the author of three novels and a memoir entitled, The Afterlife, which is about the strained relationship he had with his mother, Louanne, an artist, teacher and alcoholic. In addition to receiving some of America’s most prestigious fellowships, he is a regular contributor to The New Yorker, a magazine that includes him amongst their "twenty writers for the new century."

We met at the Blue Met International Literary Festival in Montreal, and talk here about his mother’s death, Camus, writing on the edge, suffering and distraction, luxury beds, Donald Barthelme, anger, sarcasm, loss of humour, collecting books, and the appeal of first editions. Donald also treats us to a reading from The Afterlife, and as part of this, the dedication in Sir Philip Sidney’s Arcadia.

 Copyright © 2008 by Nigel Beale

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Clive James on best rules for poetry, and the hallmarks of seductive style

Posted in Authors and Books on May 7th, 2008

More from our man James on writing style and poetry:

In Cultural Amnesia, Paul Celan:

There are no simplistic rules for poets: if there were, any duffer could write poetry. There are however, rules of thumb, and one of the best is that getting the focus off yourself gives you the best chance of tapping your personal experience."

William Hazlitt:

The hallmark of a seductive style is to extend natural speech rhythm over the distance of a complex sentence…Gore Vidal wrote in a prose style "that could express the most complicated argument as if it were being spoken."

"What is the use of being moral in a night-cellar, or wise in Bedlam?" wrote Hazlitt, reproducing the cadences of Sir Thomas Browne’s "splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave." Echoes of a predecessor’s rhythm, pace and melody are rarely accidental says James. "These underlying templates are the true transmission tunnels of influence from writer to writer through the ages, and the hardest thing for scholarship to get at."


Clive James trashes Walter Benjamin

Posted in Authors and Books on May 7th, 2008

Dipping lately into Clive James’s Cultural Amnesia, an alphabetically organized listing of delightfully written brief lives. Here he is on Walter Benjamin’s sad fate:

…to have his name bandied about the intellectual world without very many of its inhabitants being quite sure why, apart from the vague idea that he was a literary critic who somehow got beyond literary criticism; he got up into the realm of theory, where critics rank as philosophers if they are hard enough to read. Clever always, he was clear seldom: a handy combination of talents for attaining oracular status…To write with scholarship and insight about the small change of culture was his calling card.

Karl Kraus…had an infallible ear for the kind of rhetoric whose only real subject is its own momentum

The lowly journalism of others, then and since, leaves his [Benjamin's] paroxysms of verbiage sounding inarticulate."