My wife and I are, alas, nearing the end of a really lovely
weekend in Ashland, attending plays at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival, as we
do together twice every year (I also go a third time each summer with a band of
Florida friends, sometimes seeing the same play again, and enjoying it even more!).
On Friday evening, we witnessed a fabulous Julius
Caesar (while all the players were excellent, Jordan Barbour’s Mark Antony was
truly extraordinary), and yesterday afternoon we saw an even more fabulous Henry IV Part One.
OSF really knows how to do Shakespeare (they’ve had 82 years to
get it right!), particularly when they take artistic license, such as casting
women in men’s parts (Glendower & Hotspur were both brilliantly played by
women), and transposing the plays into modern settings. These alterations never
fall flat, and create opportunities to foreground ambiguities subtleties in the
original play texts. For example, the raunchy Eastcheap Tavern crowd transported
to uber-punk hiphop nightclub was a revelation, which showed how timeless Shakespeare really is --the
early 17th century raillery carried the same high-voltage energy in
that modern room as it did 4 centuries earlier.
And that brings me to the star of the show—both of Shakespeare’s entire
play, but also of the show within the show, that ran every night in the Boar’s
Head under the creative wand of the master of revels—of course, I mean Falstaff!
Here is OSF’s wonderfully apt synopsis of Falstaff’s centrality:
“Between
a rock and a wild place: Prince Hal is biding his time. His father, Henry IV,
wants to tutor him in the cruel art of ruling the realm, but Hal would rather
study the bottom of a beer stein in a seedy tavern, surrounded by his carousing
friends. His gang’s charismatic leader, Falstaff—larger than life, debauched
and allergic to all authority—has been more of a teacher than Hal’s father ever
was. Then, when a young rival threatens the kingdom, it’s time for Hal to step
up and take on the family troubles. But how does a reckless son become a true
prince? [This production contains theatrical strobe lights, guns with
laser lights, and the sound of explosions and gun shots.]”
It would’ve been great with a merely
competent Falstaff, but it happens that OSF has in its troupe the extraordinary,
experienced, charismatic G. Valmont Thomas, who (like Orson Welles) was born to
play Falstaff. He somehow transcended the paradox of owning the stage every
second he was on it, while still generously sharing it with the rest of the
superb supporting cast. So this production became unforgettable.
Thomas’s performance reminded me of
an association I first made when I watched Welles’s transcendent film Falstaff a few years ago; i.e., Shakespeare’s
Falstaff is meant to be experienced as an huge expansion (all Shakespearean puns)
of the subversive, Bacchanalian fire of Mercutio in Romeo & Juliet which Baz Luhrmann’s film captured in sight and
sound. Falstaff is Mercutio on steroids.
JANE AUSTEN’S FALSTAFF, MISS BATES:
With that background, I was also reminded of the 2015 post I wrote
about the improbable allusion to Falstaff I first detected years ago in one of
Jane Austen’s immortal characters: Miss Bates, in Emma. Here is the link to that last post… http://sharpelvessociety.blogspot.com/2015/05/the-bounteous-sack-of-miss-bates-and.html …which I ended as follows: “Falstaff was not merely the cause of wit in
others, he spoke truth to power, like Lear’s fool, with a smile and a tear in
his eye—he is the voice of imagination, art, and love in a cold, cruel,
mercenary world in which money and violence are the currency. And that is the
exact same role that Miss Bates plays in the world of Emma—treated as an object of ridicule by those of
stunted soul and wit, like Emma, but recognized by those with clear vision as a
prophet of the best in humankind, a true “Queen” in the only “kingdom” that
really matters.”
Now for a few further reflections in that same
vein inspired by Thomas’s Falstaff. Just as I believe Miss Bates was a parodic
self-portrait by Jane Austen, I now wonder whether Falstaff filled the same
function for Shakespeare. It was into these characters, so easily misconstrued
as foolish or inconsequential, that I believe these two greatest of authors hid
in plain sight their innermost heart, soul and genius. And there is tragedy
hidden there too: Gad’s Hill is Box Hill, and both are, metaphorically, also
Golgotha.
Revisiting that analogy today prompted me to Google
“Gad’s Hill” together with “Box Hill”, and it brought me to a discussion of Emma by Bharat Tandon from 2003 which I
had previously overlooked. First Tandon quotes Miss Bates’s “Three things very
dull indeed” speech, and then comments:
“…Austen inserts the extraordinary bracketed
stage direction in the middle of Miss Bates’s speech- one which, given Austen’s
relative lack of adverbial qualifications, is all the more prominent. MISS
BATES MAY BE NO FALSTAFF (“I am not onely witty in my self, but the cause that
wit is in other men”) BUT the stage direction, compounded by the page directions
of the parentheses, suggests she is at least partly aware of the ridiculous
figure she makes, and that she has, therefore, partly pre-empted Emma’s joke at
her expense—which makes it all the more embarrassing that Emma can then so
completely misunderstand her cue….” END QUOTE FROM TANDON
That brought to mind several new insights for
me:
First, as I’ve noted in regard to other
comments that Tandon has made about Austen, there are more things in Jane
Austen’s imagination and literary erudition than are dreamt of in Tandon’s
conventional philosophy. I.e., it does not dawn on Tandon that Austen did
indeed intentionally allude to Falstaff via the character of Miss Bates,
especially in that climactic scene of hilltop humiliation.
Second, Tandon also gives no sign whatsoever of being aware (as was argued persuasively long ago by Roy Battenhouse in “Falstaff as Parodist and Perhaps Holy Fool” PMLA 90/1 (Jan 1975), channeling Maurice Morgann’s famous late 18th century defense of Falstaff) that Falstaff was likely aware of the prank played on him by Prince Hal at Poins’s suggestion! That counterintuitive reading suggests that Falstaff knowingly played the role of over-boastful fool, to add to the pleasure of his audience, most of all his beloved “son” Hal. And so it only makes the Austenian allusion more gorgeous and profound that Miss Bates would do the same as Falstaff in this way as well.
And finally, that brings me back to other blog
comments of mine nearly 7 years ago, about what I called “Miss Bates’s revenge”:
“In
Chapter 45 [of Emma], I never really
noticed before how many times, and in how many ways, in the space of a few
short paragraphs, Jane (via Miss Bates) rejects Emma's repeated attempts to
make up for 6 months of ignoring Jane, and suddenly starts trying to show Jane
some major "condescension"--only to be rebuffed and rebuffed, etc
etc. But as is so often the case, once I looked closely at this passage, I felt
like Alice falling down a deep wormhole into a parallel universe…
This
rat-a-tat of rapid-fire repeated rejections by Jane of Emma's friendly
overtures is so delicately handled by JA that the tone never crosses the line
into absurdist humor--instead, at this point in the novel, as at so many
others, the tone sits exquisitely poised on a razor's edge between poignancy
and burlesque. But some of it is just flat-out comical--and the part that strikes
me particularly funny---and very significant thematically-- is the following:
"Emma wished she could have seen [Jane], and tried her own powers; but, almost before she could hint the wish, Miss Bates made it appear that she had promised her niece on no account to let Miss Woodhouse in. "Indeed, the truth was, that poor dear Jane could not bear to see anybody -- anybody at all -- Mrs. Elton, indeed, could not be denied -- and Mrs. Cole had made such a point -- and Mrs. Perry had said so much -- but, except them, Jane would really see nobody."
Think about what that narration is actually saying--Emma, for just a second, flirts with the unthinkable thought that Jane has instructed Miss Bates to keep away Emma AND EMMA ALONE! And look at how Miss Bates conveys that message, unmistakably, while taking great pains to seem to be apologetic every step of the way--it's a cavalcade of indirect humiliations for Emma, as Miss Bates, with the delicate touch of a brain surgeon, takes Emma down one peg at a time--first Mrs. Elton, then Mrs. Cole, THEN Mrs. Perry. Each of these women has at one or more points in the novel been, in the theater of Emma's mind, at the butt-end of Emma's snobbish, elitist sense of social superiority. Now suddenly ALL three of these "social climbers" have easy entree to Jane's inner sanctum, but Emma, only Emma, apparently does not. Like a foursome of twentysomethings trying to crash a trendy, in-crowd dance club, and the three nerds get in, but, inexplicably, the uber-snob, the one who thought she'd be the one to help her "loser" friends get in, winds up alone on the sidewalk cooling her high heels, whining to the bouncer, who politely makes it clear, in a kind of Kafkaesque nightmare, that she's NEVER getting in!
And for all these reasons, it is difficult for me to escape the amazing possibility that this is actually Miss Bates's intentional revenge on Emma, but one which is delivered with infinitely more subtle wit than Emma's heavy joke at Miss Bates's expense up on Box Hill…And here, two chapters later, is it just a coincidence that we have Miss Bates delivering not one, not two, but THREE very clever rapier thrusts (Mrs. Elton---Mrs. Cole---Mrs. Perry) deep into Emma's snobbish heart? And Emma never even knows that it's intentional. Talk about ultimate karmic payback.....
And in that light, think of the tremendous irony of that last clause: "...Jane would really see nobody"--
In this case, Jane literally would really see ALL the 'nobodies', but pointedly will NOT see the only female "somebody" in Highbury! And where else have we heard "nobody" personified? How about when Emma herself, in Chapter 8, attempts to rationalize to Knightley that it is Harriet who would be marrying a social inferior in Mr. Martin, but then her own unconscious snobbery gets the better of her, and undercuts her own argument: "As to the circumstances of her birth, THOUGH IN A LEGAL SENSE SHE MAY BE CALLED NOBODY, it will not hold in common sense."
…And so JA has put into the mouth of Miss Bates the veiled statement that at this moment at least, Jane has the power to see all the "nobodies" she wants, and to refuse to see the one "somebody" who is so doggedly insistent on her right to "pay attention" to Jane….” END QUOTE FROM MY 2010 POST
"Emma wished she could have seen [Jane], and tried her own powers; but, almost before she could hint the wish, Miss Bates made it appear that she had promised her niece on no account to let Miss Woodhouse in. "Indeed, the truth was, that poor dear Jane could not bear to see anybody -- anybody at all -- Mrs. Elton, indeed, could not be denied -- and Mrs. Cole had made such a point -- and Mrs. Perry had said so much -- but, except them, Jane would really see nobody."
Think about what that narration is actually saying--Emma, for just a second, flirts with the unthinkable thought that Jane has instructed Miss Bates to keep away Emma AND EMMA ALONE! And look at how Miss Bates conveys that message, unmistakably, while taking great pains to seem to be apologetic every step of the way--it's a cavalcade of indirect humiliations for Emma, as Miss Bates, with the delicate touch of a brain surgeon, takes Emma down one peg at a time--first Mrs. Elton, then Mrs. Cole, THEN Mrs. Perry. Each of these women has at one or more points in the novel been, in the theater of Emma's mind, at the butt-end of Emma's snobbish, elitist sense of social superiority. Now suddenly ALL three of these "social climbers" have easy entree to Jane's inner sanctum, but Emma, only Emma, apparently does not. Like a foursome of twentysomethings trying to crash a trendy, in-crowd dance club, and the three nerds get in, but, inexplicably, the uber-snob, the one who thought she'd be the one to help her "loser" friends get in, winds up alone on the sidewalk cooling her high heels, whining to the bouncer, who politely makes it clear, in a kind of Kafkaesque nightmare, that she's NEVER getting in!
And for all these reasons, it is difficult for me to escape the amazing possibility that this is actually Miss Bates's intentional revenge on Emma, but one which is delivered with infinitely more subtle wit than Emma's heavy joke at Miss Bates's expense up on Box Hill…And here, two chapters later, is it just a coincidence that we have Miss Bates delivering not one, not two, but THREE very clever rapier thrusts (Mrs. Elton---Mrs. Cole---Mrs. Perry) deep into Emma's snobbish heart? And Emma never even knows that it's intentional. Talk about ultimate karmic payback.....
And in that light, think of the tremendous irony of that last clause: "...Jane would really see nobody"--
In this case, Jane literally would really see ALL the 'nobodies', but pointedly will NOT see the only female "somebody" in Highbury! And where else have we heard "nobody" personified? How about when Emma herself, in Chapter 8, attempts to rationalize to Knightley that it is Harriet who would be marrying a social inferior in Mr. Martin, but then her own unconscious snobbery gets the better of her, and undercuts her own argument: "As to the circumstances of her birth, THOUGH IN A LEGAL SENSE SHE MAY BE CALLED NOBODY, it will not hold in common sense."
…And so JA has put into the mouth of Miss Bates the veiled statement that at this moment at least, Jane has the power to see all the "nobodies" she wants, and to refuse to see the one "somebody" who is so doggedly insistent on her right to "pay attention" to Jane….” END QUOTE FROM MY 2010 POST
So, in
conclusion, I find it wonderful to think of Miss Bates as exercising an
astonishing level of wit when she turns Emma away at the door, and I, for one,
can imagine her then confiding in her mother those same words which Falstaff
famously utters in Henry IV Part 2, which
I look forward to seeing at OSF in the Fall:
“Men---and
women--of all
sorts take a pride to gird at me. The this
foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent that intends to laughter, more than I
invent or is invented me. I am
not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is other men---and women.”
Cheers,
ARNIE
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