Something is rotten in Vorbarr Sultana
Oct. 26th, 2008 03:51 pmHamlet! Yes, so – it was fantastic. Which I know is the point of going to see the RSC, but when you’ve been anticipating something so eagerly you never know if you might end up disappointed.
I had a three-hour coach journey over in the morning, so I reread the play while I was travelling: as I read, I found that the Claudius-Gertrude story really stood out for me. What justification has he found for murdering his brother: could it be the Hamlet senior was a megalomaniac whose tendency to – say – get into combat with neighbouring kings is seriously threatening the safety of Denmark? How much does she know, or to what extent is she lying to herself? So I was watching for this, and the production really delivered.
The set was a palace of the ancien regime, but Claudius and Gertrude were a very modern royal couple: business-suited and business-like. The chandeliered salons of Elsinore were guarded by men in fantastically OTT dress uniforms and its battlements by men in trench-coats with machine guns. (Seriously, it was exactly like Barrayar. Pictures here.)
With the Ghost in armour, and Claudius in his suit surrounded by advisors, we were watching an attempt to transform a feudal petty kingdom maintained by single combat and the figure of a charismatic king into a bureaucratic state legitimized by diplomacy and a monopoly on violence (a fiction laid bare during the play, as Claudius’ propensity to indulge in political assassination shifts from being pragmatic to becoming a pleasure in itself; he is positively gleeful as Laertes describes the poison on his sword). The whole enterprise is threatened by Hamlet junior’s annoying tendency to tell the truth, when what everyone else wants to do is establish the fiction as quickly as possible, so that it can become the new truth.
Tennant’s physical energy and verbal sharpness were thrilling; Hamlet is the brilliant young man so much cleverer than anyone around him, but all these gifts of perception are being warped by grief and circumstance (the glimpse of the king he could have been when he begs the pardon of Laertes before their duel is the purest moment of tragedy for me). Stewart was mesmerizing: there was so much going in his performance to watch, particularly when other people were talking, and he would manipulate with a word or two every so often from the side. Penny Downie plays Gertrude initially with brittle joviality as she tries to pull her son along with the new regime; eventually she collapses into self-disgust at what she’s been a (willing? unwitting?) party to. I loved Oliver Ford Davies, who gave Polonius real pathos. And I was totally thrilled to see John Woodvine as the Player King, because you cannot beat British character actors of a certain generation.
I have to say special things about Osric the toady who, after the interval, epitomized the kind of value-free flunky that advances in an era of managerialist politics: sharp suit, slick smile, and total slipperiness of morals. He is first to bow to Fortinbras, of course; this bow is the last action performed in the play – a brilliant conclusion, I thought. I for one welcome our new Norwegian overlords.
So, the Barrayar thing: it seemed to me that this is what would have happened had Emperor Ezar persuaded Aral that the best thing for Barrayar was for Aral to take the Imperium after Ezar’s death and before Gregor reaches his majority. Hamlet senior is therefore Prince Serg: a sadistic madman whose rule would have been one of bloodshed and terror. But the public memory is of Prince Serg the war hero – and it’s this legend that Gregor grows up believing, rather than the truth of his father’s madness. Aral has married Kareen to give his rule even more legitimacy (this is Barrayar without Cordelia); Elena would, I think, be Ophelia. Gregor would go mad; Aral would try to have him murdered; everyone would murder everyone else. And I for one would welcome our new Cetagandan overlords.
I had a three-hour coach journey over in the morning, so I reread the play while I was travelling: as I read, I found that the Claudius-Gertrude story really stood out for me. What justification has he found for murdering his brother: could it be the Hamlet senior was a megalomaniac whose tendency to – say – get into combat with neighbouring kings is seriously threatening the safety of Denmark? How much does she know, or to what extent is she lying to herself? So I was watching for this, and the production really delivered.
The set was a palace of the ancien regime, but Claudius and Gertrude were a very modern royal couple: business-suited and business-like. The chandeliered salons of Elsinore were guarded by men in fantastically OTT dress uniforms and its battlements by men in trench-coats with machine guns. (Seriously, it was exactly like Barrayar. Pictures here.)
With the Ghost in armour, and Claudius in his suit surrounded by advisors, we were watching an attempt to transform a feudal petty kingdom maintained by single combat and the figure of a charismatic king into a bureaucratic state legitimized by diplomacy and a monopoly on violence (a fiction laid bare during the play, as Claudius’ propensity to indulge in political assassination shifts from being pragmatic to becoming a pleasure in itself; he is positively gleeful as Laertes describes the poison on his sword). The whole enterprise is threatened by Hamlet junior’s annoying tendency to tell the truth, when what everyone else wants to do is establish the fiction as quickly as possible, so that it can become the new truth.
Tennant’s physical energy and verbal sharpness were thrilling; Hamlet is the brilliant young man so much cleverer than anyone around him, but all these gifts of perception are being warped by grief and circumstance (the glimpse of the king he could have been when he begs the pardon of Laertes before their duel is the purest moment of tragedy for me). Stewart was mesmerizing: there was so much going in his performance to watch, particularly when other people were talking, and he would manipulate with a word or two every so often from the side. Penny Downie plays Gertrude initially with brittle joviality as she tries to pull her son along with the new regime; eventually she collapses into self-disgust at what she’s been a (willing? unwitting?) party to. I loved Oliver Ford Davies, who gave Polonius real pathos. And I was totally thrilled to see John Woodvine as the Player King, because you cannot beat British character actors of a certain generation.
I have to say special things about Osric the toady who, after the interval, epitomized the kind of value-free flunky that advances in an era of managerialist politics: sharp suit, slick smile, and total slipperiness of morals. He is first to bow to Fortinbras, of course; this bow is the last action performed in the play – a brilliant conclusion, I thought. I for one welcome our new Norwegian overlords.
So, the Barrayar thing: it seemed to me that this is what would have happened had Emperor Ezar persuaded Aral that the best thing for Barrayar was for Aral to take the Imperium after Ezar’s death and before Gregor reaches his majority. Hamlet senior is therefore Prince Serg: a sadistic madman whose rule would have been one of bloodshed and terror. But the public memory is of Prince Serg the war hero – and it’s this legend that Gregor grows up believing, rather than the truth of his father’s madness. Aral has married Kareen to give his rule even more legitimacy (this is Barrayar without Cordelia); Elena would, I think, be Ophelia. Gregor would go mad; Aral would try to have him murdered; everyone would murder everyone else. And I for one would welcome our new Cetagandan overlords.
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Date: 2008-10-26 04:01 pm (UTC)If Cordelia weren't around to convince Aral to save the Escobar fetuses, Elena would have been aborted with the rest of them, and would therefore never lived to become Ophelia. I thought about replacing her with one of the Koudelka girls, but Kou wouldn't make a Polonius and Drou wouldn't raise daughters likely to go mad and drown themselves in rivers.
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Date: 2008-10-26 05:53 pm (UTC)When you suggested your AU that was just about the scenario that sprang to mind. If it was in his choreography for Aral to marry Kareen, Ezar would have to have Cordelian assassinated - she knows far too much. I think he only lets her live in S of H because she marries Aral and becomes oathsworn like the rest of the idiots. She could last long enough to save the fetuses though. Ezar would probably make sure Bothari was killed too leaving Elena to be brought up by Aral or fostered out to a convenient Polonius of you choice. Having lost both of them Aral could pretty easily slide down the slippery slope from patriot to killer to monster that you describe above. *Shudders*
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Date: 2008-10-26 06:24 pm (UTC)Yes! That is totally right! That is totally what would have to happen for Aral to surrender himself completely to the dark side. There's nothing to anchor his humanity.
Oh! Oh! Oh! I forgot to mention that there were even fireworks at one point!
So... can you be tempted to do a little blank verse?
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Date: 2008-10-26 05:53 pm (UTC)My pet idea about Hamlet has always been that it's about inability to deal with growing up. In my mind, Claudius is Hamlet senior, and the Ghost is Hamlet junior's childhood perception of Hamlet senior, the version he was brought up to believe in, like Prince Serg and Gregor. He's been away for a long time, and when he comes home he finds his perspective has shifted, his adored and feared father isn't anything like what he remembers, and he can't deal with it. So he really does go mad, and becomes obsessed with the idea that his father has been replaced by his twin brother. And the whole Gertrude thing becomes even more unsettling and oedipal. It is my favourite unreliable narrator story ever.
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Date: 2008-10-26 06:29 pm (UTC)I love your interpretation, that is inspired! Tennant plays it as struggling with adulthood: he has the wit of a man, but not the emotional werewithal to cope with that or misuse his intelligence. It helps that Tennant's thin as a rake and looks about eighteen.
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Date: 2008-10-27 10:02 pm (UTC)Phil
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Date: 2008-10-26 06:46 pm (UTC)Also? This Vorkosiganverse AU begs to be written!
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Date: 2008-10-26 07:02 pm (UTC)I'd love someone to write that AU too. Perhaps someone who can write blank verse...
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Date: 2008-10-26 07:21 pm (UTC)Interestingly, I was lucky enough to get to a pre-show discussion with Greg Donan and he confirmed your reading of Claudius as modernizer. It all adds an extra layer of conflict and subtlety. It's tempting to see Hamlet as a family story, but the family is royal and it can also be read as an old order giving way to new. Quite topical for a play first staged at the very end of Elizabeth's long reign.
DT plays Hamlet as very young, and in the closet scene Gertrude is very much his mother, her tolerance under strain but not yet exhuasted. Hamlet is the mixed-up, very bright young man who draws attention, compulsively, to himself and then doesn't know what to do about it.
Strangely, in LLL I felt the reverse was the case - Berowne appears to be a young part on the page but he looked closer to 40 than 20 as he played it - here is a Peter Pan who will be forced to grow up by the end of the play.
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Date: 2008-10-27 07:59 pm (UTC)I was lucky enough to get to a pre-show discussion with Greg Donan and he confirmed your reading of Claudius as modernizer
Ah! How interesting! Yes, as you say, it's not simply a family story: the decisions and dysfunctions of this family take have ramifications for a whole nation.
Sadly I won't get to see LLL, but Berowne struck me as an ideal part for DT.
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Date: 2008-10-26 09:01 pm (UTC)I was going to say that I was jealous of your being able to go to the play, but it is so utterly impossible for me to have ever done so, that I'm not quite irrational enough to be jealous. Instead, I have a warmth of gladness in my heart that such brilliance exists.
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Date: 2008-10-27 09:29 am (UTC)I still can't quite believe I was there myself. It's not the kind of thing I ever organize myself to do, and it's only thanks to a friend who went to all the trouble of booking the tickets that I got to go. I really hope it gets a DVD release, like McKellen's King Lear has.
That icon is fabulous. Is the picture from 'School Reunion'? I don't remember him contemplating a chip like that!
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Date: 2008-10-27 07:48 pm (UTC)No, I don't think I'd welcome the Cetagandans much either, not really. See you at the Resistance meeting?
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Date: 2008-10-27 10:17 pm (UTC)This AU is chillingly workable.
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Date: 2008-10-28 10:24 am (UTC)I love you. Also, this is my week for people explaining why Hamlet is good to me! I can't stand it, usually,* but this is a fantastic reading of it, and also the keynote at Derridacon did a really good version of it which went a long way towards making it make sense to me...
*I love the emo boys, but when they get canonical and people start trying to make me take them seriously as comments on Teh Human Condition they lose much of their charm. Cf also Holden Caulfield.
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