Friday, May 20, 2011

On Love in Shakespeare's Twelfth Night


What genius to create a love triangle that serves as a love circle! Three people each loves the next: A loves B, B loves C, and C loves A! Impossible you say? Not if A is a girl posing as a boy. Viola can love the Duke, who loves Olivia, but Olivia can close the circle and love Viola because Viola appears in the guise of the man, Cessario. This makes for some wonderful comedy both onstage and off, that is, among the critics.


Recently it has become fashionable to think in ideological terms about Shakespeare’s plays, often reinterpreting characters and situations with a homosexual or feminist slant (among others). Twelfth Night, with its “gender-bending,” is ripe fruit for such interpretations.


The feminist complaint that women have no significant power unless it is through a man, finds traction in Twelfth Night in two ways. First, the fact that Viola is powerless and insignificant until she takes up the livery of a man, and second that Olivia, empowered now as head of her household, scorns the Duke’s proposals and resists the attempts by Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Malvolio to tame her to their wishes. She then pursues her own love interest, and her heart leads her toward Cessario.


The homosexual perspective, that men and women have latent tendencies toward loving their own genders, finds support in Olivia’s open love for Cessario (not knowing she is a girl), and simultaneously the sparks of attraction the Duke seems to feel toward Cessario (again not knowing she is a girl). Then there is also the open love of Antonio for Sebastian without any mistaken identity, that becomes all the more poignant when Viola/Cessario (Sebastian’s twin) denies that love when Antonio mistakes her for Sebastian.


The feminist argument loses traction, when we dig into the play a little farther. Viola may gain power and position when she is taken for a man, but her decision to dress and act like a man was not to gain power as such, but to gain security. She thought it was dangerous for a woman to go around in an unknown territory alone, a problem that is timeless. While she IS a man, pining for the Duke and avoiding Olivia’s advances, she wishes she were NOT a man, and we know that she won’t be satisfied until she can again safely appear in public as a woman. Sad is an empowerment that grants security but makes love impossible. How many women have listened to that siren call, pursuing security over love by competing with men in the marketplace, only to find that married love and family is what they wanted? They may realize too late the real power that women have: the power to bear and shape the next generation.


The homosexual argument falls apart by simply recalling the biblical distinctions between erotic love and brotherly love. In fact, the comedy in Twelfth Night is possible only for those who take such categories seriously. Olivia’s attraction to Viola is humorous only when it is taken as misguided eros, and the Duke’s attraction to Cessario is likewise funny when it is seen as misguided philia. If either had known what both Viola and the audience know, it would no longer be funny. Additionally, the love of Antonio for Sebastian is proper philia (as is that of Jonathan and David in the bible) and, if mistaken for eros, spoils the happy ending we want for Olivia, namely a happy marriage to Sebastian, Viola’s twin.


So, feminist and homosexual interpretations, when taken to their logical ends, fail to account for the play as a play, or for its humor, and would have confused and irritated both the playwright and his audience. The biblical categories of love and gender again give clarity, delight, and meaning.


John Hodges

Director

Thursday, May 12, 2011

"...the good teacher will almost in the same breath translate a great poetic sentence, bring out its relations to the whole of which it is a part, make its musical rhythm felt by appropriate declamation, explain a historical or an antiquarian allusion, call attention to a dialectic form, put a question about a peculiar use of the optative, compare the imagery with similar figures of speech in ancient and modern poetry, and use the whole as a text for a little discourse on the difference between the classical and the modern or romantic spirit; so that you shall not know whether he is teaching science or art, language or literature, grammar, rhetoric, psychology, or sociology, because he is really teaching the elements and indispensable prerequisites of all."


~Paul Shorey, "The Case for Classics," in Frank Kelsey's Latin and Greek in American Education, 1927.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

This article, which references a recent major study on higher education, indicates that a lot of the current trends in higher education--such as group work--is probably quite worthless. Sitting down alone a few hours with a difficult book, a notebook, and a pen will probably do more for you than finishing a team project that probably did little more than require you to apply some currently fashionable ideas.

Want better students? Make them work by giving them difficult reading and writing assignments.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

The Pleasure of Damnation

One of the guilty pleasures of the Faust tradition is how much fun the Faust set-up can be. Berlioz's damnation of Faust, for instance, is just pure entertainment:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wBFfoZKylbA&feature=related

(I don't know what is up with the formatting: I can't get the link to embed properly. Sorry.)

Monday, February 7, 2011

Scaring Ourselves Silly

The Faust legend has been one of the most potent of the modern era. Though Marlowe kicked it off with his play, it really wasn't until Goethe got hold of the story that the narrative blasted off and has not come back down yet. The story of the man who wagered his soul has burned its way through opera, novels, films, comic books, and rock music. Much of the result has been awful (for instance, the hilariously bad film Faustus: Love of the Damned), but some of it has turned out quite well, such as "The Mephisto Waltz" by Listz.

We love playing around with Faust and Mephistophiles, telling stories that edge close to the edge of evil but which pull back at the last minute, like the ersatz fear induced by roller coasters. The Faust legend is a pile of fun, yet there's something curious about our love of this story that is so central to modern Western culture. Most of the Faust narratives depict evil, an evil that has been denatured usually by a romantic love which almost always saves Faust at the last minute.

We are entranced by the power of Love to overcome evil, but we seem fixated on Romantic Love as the source of saving power. Maybe we need to read some more Augustine on True Love. Augustine vs. Faust. Now there's an exciting cage match.