Yasmina Reza's 2006 play, Le Dieu du carnage just finished its scheduled four-week run and week of extra performances at the Théâtre du Nouveau Monde (in case you were thinking I might write a review of a play in time for it to be useful to someone). I saw Art in London about ten years ago and really loved it. Art is one of those plays in which nothing happens: three friends stand on stage talking about a painting one of them bought, a very expensive all-white canvas. I don't remember it being deep or revolutionary in its message, but it was a bit of intellectualish entertainment. Le Dieu du carnage seemed to promise a similar experience: four people in a living room, in real time. And I laughed a lot during the performance. There are some good jokes and the four actors were amazing, and brought out all the comedy in the text and possibly more.
They were so funny, in fact, that my neighbour wondered afterwards whether the content might have come to us as more substantial if the buffoonery had been toned down a little by the director (Lorraine Pintal, also the artistic director of the TNM, who I'm a bit dubious about; the productions she directs never seem to be among my favourite of the season). Because one was left with a feeling that although the play appears to be giving you all sorts of witty reflections on life, there is no wittiness and no reflection left when the curtain falls. It's all just jokes. I did genuinely find it funny, and disagreed with an unknown man, friend of my neighbour, who claimed that people laughed too readily, because they had been primed to think it was an outstandingly funny show.
There's an extremely naturalistic on-stage vomiting scene, which I enjoyed. There's the four high-culture snobs and then the vomit, all over the front of the stage, through the uptight lady's hands, which cover her mouth the entire time she's spewing, as though she could hold it back and save some dignity. She fully gives up on that idea later on, and lets loose more than any of the others after awhile. There were also some funny dramatizations of a few things: the woman driven nuts by her husband's cell phone, which he never turns off, the couple who are totally freaked out about vomit getting on their special out-of-print art show catalogue, the mother who wants to come across as calm and neutral but is really seething at the other little boy and wants not only for him to apologize to her son but to be able to lecture him herself, face to face, in a formally agreed-to meeting.
I don't mind a show that does nothing other than deliver good jokes (though I confess, I might not like it as much as I'd like to think I like it; I tend to require a bit of meat if I'm going to enjoy myself for more than a few minutes -- and I think most people do). The only disappointment here is that the play sets itself up as a thinker's comedy: the characters ask, do we ever do things for anyone other than ourselves, really? and discuss the savagery of childhood, and the falseness of something they keep referring to as civilization. The premise, two couples getting together to discuss the fact that one of their sons has hit the other one in the face with a stick, is a good one. And she brings in good elements. But to raise all these potentially interesting questions and then go nowhere with them creates a dissatisfaction that needn't have been there if there hadn't been the pretension of probing major themes. Nonetheless, it was a very enjoyable evening.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
"So few of the upper classes go into politics these days, you've all got to stick together."
I read Alan Clark's Diaries (1993; surprisingly in its twenty-sixth impression by 2001) on the recommendation of my esteemed brother-in-law. In fairness to him, I did ask for a book that described the political process in Britain (as quasi-research for a piece of fiction that I'm writing). It's a pretty entertaining read. Clark's funny and he's a kind of a horrible person, which can make it more interesting to know what he thinks about other people.
Alan Clark was a member of the British Parliament who lived in a house/castle with a moat around it. He's a super duper snob (see the title quote, actually uttered to him by his wife but quoted approvingly in his diary) and generally hilariously arrogant politician, who was in government under Margaret Thatcher, who he refers to as the Lady, reverentially. One way in which this book offers great insight into what goes on in Parliament is that he's generally frank about the kinds of jobs that people usually act polite about, for instance he writes about being a Minister:
With all of his personal and unidealistic ambitions, he does give an interesting view of how intensely petty big-time politics is, really. Here's a pretty good summation of the world at least as Clark describes it:
Even though he comes off as funny and smart, I wouldn't even want to have a beer with this guy, is how gross he is. He bemoans the degradation of the class system. I'm trying to figure out on what earthly basis one could lament that other than self-interest? He writes this, which seems like a lame non-excuse:
He's writing in the 1990s so it seems unlikely to me that he would believe in a genetic superiority -- or maybe he does! Some of his negative comments about Churchill made me wonder if he wasn't a Nazi sympathizer. He's definitely ambivalent about Churchill having become Prime Minister -- speaks wistfully of a coalition that failed, and wasn't the whole thing that Churchill was the one who said fight when the others said give in a la Vichy France? Mind you, he also speaks excitedly about the military victories: "showed we were going to fight, and fight rough." But in that same passage he writes, "We could have made peace at the time of the Hess mission and the world would have been completely different." Now, I'm not going to say that we could have is equivalent to I wish we had, but it sounds like the kind of statement that is at least open to positive outcomes from that world being completely different. I had no idea what the Hess mission was, so I looked it up. Rudolf Hess, Hitler's Deputy, flew to Scotland in 1941 to (apparently; but there's some controversy about all of this) broker a peace with England under which Euro countries would return to own governments, with German police presence to remain, in exchange for England helping the Germans fight the Soviet Union. Incidentally, according to Wikipedia Hitler ordered planes to stop Hess on his way to Scotland, so it's not clear that Clark is correct in thinking that they could have made peace at all. I try to give people the benefit of the doubt but it all seems highly suspicious to me.
Conclusion: evil makes for interesting reading. Especially towards the end of the volume when there's a leadership race and Thatcher gets voted out. It's all very high drama. And despite only caring about himself, he actually really adores Thatcher, even disagrees with people who criticize her for not being of the right class. That's love, right there.
Alan Clark was a member of the British Parliament who lived in a house/castle with a moat around it. He's a super duper snob (see the title quote, actually uttered to him by his wife but quoted approvingly in his diary) and generally hilariously arrogant politician, who was in government under Margaret Thatcher, who he refers to as the Lady, reverentially. One way in which this book offers great insight into what goes on in Parliament is that he's generally frank about the kinds of jobs that people usually act polite about, for instance he writes about being a Minister:
As for the Dept, I never want to go through its doors again. Total shit-heap, bored blue. Strained and befuddled by all the paper work. Fuck them.That's when he's at the Department of Employment. While he's there, one gets the impression he might just be in politics for the glory. All he wants is to be Secretary of State, the big leagues. Though when he gets transferred to the Ministry of Defence he's actually quite passionate and knowledgeable about the material. He's still incredibly pissed that he's not Secretary of State for Defence and spends a lot of time trying to undermine the guy who is.
With all of his personal and unidealistic ambitions, he does give an interesting view of how intensely petty big-time politics is, really. Here's a pretty good summation of the world at least as Clark describes it:
[P]olicies are neither determined or evolved on a simple assessment of National, or even Party, interest. Personal motives -- ambition, mischief making, a view to possible obligations and opportunities in the future, sometimes raw vindictiveness -- all come into it.Some of this may be his own outlook, but he makes a pretty strong case that this is true for almost everyone in the Conservative Party (he doesn't talk about the Opposition much). I shouldn't be surprised, I realize. I knew it was all cynical positioning that drove politics, but I guess I thought it would be more on the level of trying to get power for one's own party. But no, it's all just about vanity and revenge. On the vanity front, Clark excels. Maybe many people's diaries reveal them to be more smug than they'd have admitted in public (though of course he oversaw the publication of these documents, as is clear from the absolutely idiotic footnotes explaining about family dogs and cars owned by his father etc). He really just loves himself. A lot of it is about how he's getting old but is still so athletic and amazing and everyone else his age looks at least thirty years older than him. He is unabashedly lecherous with twenty-year-old girls and at some point makes some remark to the effect that if he were poor, he'd probably have been arrested for harassment or rape long before.
Even though he comes off as funny and smart, I wouldn't even want to have a beer with this guy, is how gross he is. He bemoans the degradation of the class system. I'm trying to figure out on what earthly basis one could lament that other than self-interest? He writes this, which seems like a lame non-excuse:
I fear that the police have abandoned their old class allegiances. Indeed many of them seem to carry monstrous chips, and actually to enjoy harassing soft targets. And where has it got them? Simply widened the circle of those who resent and mistrust the police. Two or three stabbed every day and the assailants usually discharged by the Magistrates.Is he saying that because the police no longer love rich people, they're being killed on the job more often? Because that would lead right to the conclusion that it's the rich people doing the stabbing. Which would speak against them being "soft targets". Perhaps the police wouldn't feel so bad about being stabbed if only they had their love of the upper classes to cling to. But this is the kind of thinking you have to resort to when you're trying to argue for better treatment for certain individuals based on birth.
He's writing in the 1990s so it seems unlikely to me that he would believe in a genetic superiority -- or maybe he does! Some of his negative comments about Churchill made me wonder if he wasn't a Nazi sympathizer. He's definitely ambivalent about Churchill having become Prime Minister -- speaks wistfully of a coalition that failed, and wasn't the whole thing that Churchill was the one who said fight when the others said give in a la Vichy France? Mind you, he also speaks excitedly about the military victories: "showed we were going to fight, and fight rough." But in that same passage he writes, "We could have made peace at the time of the Hess mission and the world would have been completely different." Now, I'm not going to say that we could have is equivalent to I wish we had, but it sounds like the kind of statement that is at least open to positive outcomes from that world being completely different. I had no idea what the Hess mission was, so I looked it up. Rudolf Hess, Hitler's Deputy, flew to Scotland in 1941 to (apparently; but there's some controversy about all of this) broker a peace with England under which Euro countries would return to own governments, with German police presence to remain, in exchange for England helping the Germans fight the Soviet Union. Incidentally, according to Wikipedia Hitler ordered planes to stop Hess on his way to Scotland, so it's not clear that Clark is correct in thinking that they could have made peace at all. I try to give people the benefit of the doubt but it all seems highly suspicious to me.
Conclusion: evil makes for interesting reading. Especially towards the end of the volume when there's a leadership race and Thatcher gets voted out. It's all very high drama. And despite only caring about himself, he actually really adores Thatcher, even disagrees with people who criticize her for not being of the right class. That's love, right there.
Friday, December 3, 2010
A night at the movies with facebook
Watching The Social Network (2010, dir. David Fincher) last night definitely made facebook feel creepy -- not that we needed a movie for that. Of course the creepy feeling is about the history that is drawn in the movie of the site's original central concept being that of exclusivity, rather than privacy, as I'd previously believed. I suppose I was naive to believe that, since I was told that I needed a school address, which struck me as definitely creepy. I didn't make my own profile, it was done for me by some American friends who insisted that this was the only way to stay in touch when we were going back to our respective schools after a summer working together. I could have questioned it more initially, but I was being swept along. And my questioning probably wouldn't have mattered, since even my most politically engaged friends are on the site now.
What the movie didn't do was make fbook founder Mark Zuckerberg seem as creepy as I thought it would from reviews and a New Yorker profile of the man himself that conveyed that he was upset about the movie portrayal. Of course it could be upsetting because you could take it as pretty embarrassing. It shows someone very interested in class status. I think the class aspect is the issue because a lot of people are trying to reach a higher status in some vein, artists, musicians, actors, kids trying to make friends. It's particularly the status of stuff like private Harvard clubs that seems inane and pompous and generally idiotic, to me and presumably to lots of others. The movie has only one voice of reason on this topic: Erika, the B.U. student who breaks up with Mark in the first scene (or maybe technically you'd call it a third scene; the movie's a little spiced up but that's the scene the movie starts on and it's chronologically first).
Other than Erika all the characters are in some way buying into extremely superficial social markers. Then again all - ALL - the other characters are men or boys. In the first half or so of the movie that point is at least made, not by characters but by general thematic highlighting, for instance of the offensiveness of the prettiness comparison game Mark creates that only includes girls' faces. But the later movie was a total let down by Sorkin et al. (he's only a co-writer but he's the only one who's oeuvre I'm familiar with and he generally tries to come off as some kind of feminist which I appreciate even though I don't always like his brand of feminism). The movie stays with all-male action and has pretty girls draped around as accessories, but no longer includes any semblance of commentary about it, which it could so easily have done - or for instance at a minimum shown us one girl programmer, instead of only the female intern at the office whose main job is to have long blond hair and skinny thighs and to do coke at parties. Also, the only girl-accessory in the movie who gets promoted to girlfriend is an insane psycho who sets someone's apartment on fire out of unprovoked jealousy.
Oh wait, there is one other minor girl character whose sole function isn't to provide sex or the anticipation of sex (or say, to be the secretary outside the Harvard president's office). She's a second year associate with Mark's lawyers' firm who sits in on a deposition that is one of the splice-scenes throughout the movie. Her role is completely opaque to me. I'm guessing there was more of her that mostly got cut out in post-production. She offers Mark some of her lunch (at this point we don't know she's with his side and her friendliness looks possibly like a cheap attempt by the other side to get information by luring him into a friendly interaction with a pretty chick). So, she offers lunch, which he refuses, refuses dinner, which he offers, asks a question supposedly as personal curiosity but in fact to tie up a loose end before the credits roll. She also informs him (and us) that he'll be settling the case tomorrow. I don't know why they have her in there. Surely they could have used a simpler device to tell us about the settlements (actually they do use the simpler device, they do that thing that all based on real life movies do where they give each character a little write-up epilogue).
But back to Mark's character. The reasons he doesn't come off as a bad guy are: 1) he seems like he could be fairly high on the autism spectrum, which excuses a fair amount of what would otherwise be very callous and asshole-y behaviour. He has zero intuitive understanding of friendship or courtship. 2) one might, if so inclined, feel that he has some genuine intellectual passion, that if everything else is bitterness and status-seeking, he does at least love the computer and maybe other intellectual pursuits, which I add because he's quite clever conversationally, in a pompous-nerd way. Now, the talky cleverness is something I'm particularly positively disposed towards, so maybe it's biasing me and some of his character rehabilitation is unwarranted. But I think the people who made this movie are also probably biased towards talky cleverness, so I'm inclined to see it as intended positive character drawing. 3) he's motivated by resentments and a desire to be a big man, which is lame, but the thing is, those are not unusual motivations and aren't irredeemably gross as long as they're not your only motivations (which I'm arguing they aren't, see 2) above). The reason they seem so terrible in him is really mostly that he goes after revenge and chest-puffing in such unsophisticated ways, on which see 1) above. He's definitely not suave, but he's not worse than a lot of porsche-driving dopes. 4) beyond an initial mistake with the girl-rating site, which is gross but forgivable because he's so young and stupid when it happens, the movie's misogyny can't be imputed to him. 5) unlike many movie anti-heroes, the narrative here allows the audience to believe that Mark learns or grows towards the end of the flick. Maybe the character learns a bit about the value of friends and the foolishness of trusting bad guys. Maybe the reason this seems rehabilitating is that the character is so young. In other movies the guy learns when he's 50 and has killed people and dealt dirty drugs and alienated his family and is serving a life sentence in maximum security prison, at which point you feel the learning is something but not much, because he won't have lots of opportunity for acting better.
What I'm left wondering is, did the movie's creators intend to paint a very unflattering portrait with a few wrinkles without realizing how mitigating those wrinkles are, or did they intend to create a sympathetic though problematic portrayal. I suspect it's the first one, but that might just be because I like the idea of coming to a conclusion other than the one the heavy-handed movie execs intended. Their intention should be just as unimportant as the intentions of an author or other artist, but I'm curious about what it says about them rather than about the piece.
P.S. I'd like to replace the words audience, viewer, reader and listener with some new word like ingester or interpreter (not really replace the words, just replace my use of them). Consumer might have worked but it's too negatively connotated now and also doesn't have the active interpreting role that I'm looking for. The only trouble with ingester is it sounds so stupid.
What the movie didn't do was make fbook founder Mark Zuckerberg seem as creepy as I thought it would from reviews and a New Yorker profile of the man himself that conveyed that he was upset about the movie portrayal. Of course it could be upsetting because you could take it as pretty embarrassing. It shows someone very interested in class status. I think the class aspect is the issue because a lot of people are trying to reach a higher status in some vein, artists, musicians, actors, kids trying to make friends. It's particularly the status of stuff like private Harvard clubs that seems inane and pompous and generally idiotic, to me and presumably to lots of others. The movie has only one voice of reason on this topic: Erika, the B.U. student who breaks up with Mark in the first scene (or maybe technically you'd call it a third scene; the movie's a little spiced up but that's the scene the movie starts on and it's chronologically first).
Other than Erika all the characters are in some way buying into extremely superficial social markers. Then again all - ALL - the other characters are men or boys. In the first half or so of the movie that point is at least made, not by characters but by general thematic highlighting, for instance of the offensiveness of the prettiness comparison game Mark creates that only includes girls' faces. But the later movie was a total let down by Sorkin et al. (he's only a co-writer but he's the only one who's oeuvre I'm familiar with and he generally tries to come off as some kind of feminist which I appreciate even though I don't always like his brand of feminism). The movie stays with all-male action and has pretty girls draped around as accessories, but no longer includes any semblance of commentary about it, which it could so easily have done - or for instance at a minimum shown us one girl programmer, instead of only the female intern at the office whose main job is to have long blond hair and skinny thighs and to do coke at parties. Also, the only girl-accessory in the movie who gets promoted to girlfriend is an insane psycho who sets someone's apartment on fire out of unprovoked jealousy.
Oh wait, there is one other minor girl character whose sole function isn't to provide sex or the anticipation of sex (or say, to be the secretary outside the Harvard president's office). She's a second year associate with Mark's lawyers' firm who sits in on a deposition that is one of the splice-scenes throughout the movie. Her role is completely opaque to me. I'm guessing there was more of her that mostly got cut out in post-production. She offers Mark some of her lunch (at this point we don't know she's with his side and her friendliness looks possibly like a cheap attempt by the other side to get information by luring him into a friendly interaction with a pretty chick). So, she offers lunch, which he refuses, refuses dinner, which he offers, asks a question supposedly as personal curiosity but in fact to tie up a loose end before the credits roll. She also informs him (and us) that he'll be settling the case tomorrow. I don't know why they have her in there. Surely they could have used a simpler device to tell us about the settlements (actually they do use the simpler device, they do that thing that all based on real life movies do where they give each character a little write-up epilogue).
But back to Mark's character. The reasons he doesn't come off as a bad guy are: 1) he seems like he could be fairly high on the autism spectrum, which excuses a fair amount of what would otherwise be very callous and asshole-y behaviour. He has zero intuitive understanding of friendship or courtship. 2) one might, if so inclined, feel that he has some genuine intellectual passion, that if everything else is bitterness and status-seeking, he does at least love the computer and maybe other intellectual pursuits, which I add because he's quite clever conversationally, in a pompous-nerd way. Now, the talky cleverness is something I'm particularly positively disposed towards, so maybe it's biasing me and some of his character rehabilitation is unwarranted. But I think the people who made this movie are also probably biased towards talky cleverness, so I'm inclined to see it as intended positive character drawing. 3) he's motivated by resentments and a desire to be a big man, which is lame, but the thing is, those are not unusual motivations and aren't irredeemably gross as long as they're not your only motivations (which I'm arguing they aren't, see 2) above). The reason they seem so terrible in him is really mostly that he goes after revenge and chest-puffing in such unsophisticated ways, on which see 1) above. He's definitely not suave, but he's not worse than a lot of porsche-driving dopes. 4) beyond an initial mistake with the girl-rating site, which is gross but forgivable because he's so young and stupid when it happens, the movie's misogyny can't be imputed to him. 5) unlike many movie anti-heroes, the narrative here allows the audience to believe that Mark learns or grows towards the end of the flick. Maybe the character learns a bit about the value of friends and the foolishness of trusting bad guys. Maybe the reason this seems rehabilitating is that the character is so young. In other movies the guy learns when he's 50 and has killed people and dealt dirty drugs and alienated his family and is serving a life sentence in maximum security prison, at which point you feel the learning is something but not much, because he won't have lots of opportunity for acting better.
What I'm left wondering is, did the movie's creators intend to paint a very unflattering portrait with a few wrinkles without realizing how mitigating those wrinkles are, or did they intend to create a sympathetic though problematic portrayal. I suspect it's the first one, but that might just be because I like the idea of coming to a conclusion other than the one the heavy-handed movie execs intended. Their intention should be just as unimportant as the intentions of an author or other artist, but I'm curious about what it says about them rather than about the piece.
P.S. I'd like to replace the words audience, viewer, reader and listener with some new word like ingester or interpreter (not really replace the words, just replace my use of them). Consumer might have worked but it's too negatively connotated now and also doesn't have the active interpreting role that I'm looking for. The only trouble with ingester is it sounds so stupid.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Classical Love
Lust abounds in Euripides' tragedy Hippolytos, written in 428 B.C.E., translated by Robert Bagg in 1973. I suppose the Greeks thought it was really about being careful what you say about the gods, but what I found most illuminating was the lust.
Hippolytos is an upright man who reveres the gods, except for one Aphrodite, who he despises and is outright rude to. He's contemptuous of sex and love. Aphrodite gets pissed off and decides to punish him. She accomplishes this by making Phaidra, his father's wife (though not his own mother), fall into mad crazy uncontrollable lust with him. She is so ashamed that she is driven half crazy. Finally her nurse gets the truth out of her and goes to Hippolytos. She first swears him to secrecy then propositions him on Phaidra's behalf. Hippolytos is disgusted and says no, and only keeps quiet because he made an oath and he can't break that. Phaidra is very upset at what the nurse has done. She decides the only way to save her honour is to kill herself and write a suicide note in which she says she did it because Hippolytos tried to rape her (interestingly, Hippolytos describes this later as an honourable act, even as Theseus, his dad, banishes him for it -- I would have thought the honourable would have been undercut by the horrible lying and slander and ruining of an innocent's life, but no).
As I read the first pages, I thought I the insertion of gods' deeds into human emotions was about to start reading as false or artificial, but that was sadly underestimating Euripides. A god who instills lust in someone's soul against her will can be made to explain the human feelings and emotions just as plausibly as any naturalistic explanation. This is Phaidra, who has been acting like a madwoman for several days and refusing to tell anyone what is wrong with her:
(incidentally, though I'm no real position to judge, my impression was that Bagg, who is also a poet, did a very good translation).
One problem I had with Aphrodite's ways was, why do it by tormenting Phaidra, the wife? I don't mind that Phaidra dies, I know lots of people have to die before the curtain falls and despite being one of those people who's overly squeamish about fictional violence, I'm resigned to that. But shouldn't Hippolytos' punishment for not giving her the respect she's due be that he suffers from some horrible stomach-twisting stronger-than-him passion? Not that being killed isn't a meaningful punishment and all, but Phaidra gets both. Why not have it be him? Is it part of the implicit logic of the allegory that I was conceiving above that even Aphrodite can't make someone lustful if their nature doesn't tend that way? There might be some reason why she thought it would be a crueler victory, but I can't imagine why. Maybe because he doesn't have to feel any guilt, and guilt would make him feel he deserved death, which in some way alleviates the suffering, since if he's totally innocent he just gets to feel outraged and hard done by. But that's a little disappointing. Some readers (me) might not mind if Hippolytos didn't get to feel so innocent, since he's really kind of a schmuck, prone to making speeches like this:
Hippolytos is an upright man who reveres the gods, except for one Aphrodite, who he despises and is outright rude to. He's contemptuous of sex and love. Aphrodite gets pissed off and decides to punish him. She accomplishes this by making Phaidra, his father's wife (though not his own mother), fall into mad crazy uncontrollable lust with him. She is so ashamed that she is driven half crazy. Finally her nurse gets the truth out of her and goes to Hippolytos. She first swears him to secrecy then propositions him on Phaidra's behalf. Hippolytos is disgusted and says no, and only keeps quiet because he made an oath and he can't break that. Phaidra is very upset at what the nurse has done. She decides the only way to save her honour is to kill herself and write a suicide note in which she says she did it because Hippolytos tried to rape her (interestingly, Hippolytos describes this later as an honourable act, even as Theseus, his dad, banishes him for it -- I would have thought the honourable would have been undercut by the horrible lying and slander and ruining of an innocent's life, but no).
As I read the first pages, I thought I the insertion of gods' deeds into human emotions was about to start reading as false or artificial, but that was sadly underestimating Euripides. A god who instills lust in someone's soul against her will can be made to explain the human feelings and emotions just as plausibly as any naturalistic explanation. This is Phaidra, who has been acting like a madwoman for several days and refusing to tell anyone what is wrong with her:
I am being violently shovedPassions are foisted upon one despite what one would wish. I guess I sometimes think that there's a give and take between what we're spontaneously drawn to and what we decide. But it is more like someone's stuck their hand into you and used you like a puppet. That's what Phaidra feels and even with the personified gods the sense is totally realistic. And so the addition of the gods, rather than being an a sideshow that I had to ignore, was a brilliant highlight, causing me to reflect on what other mechanisms I could use to explain that passion, and whether it was more believable to say something like, chemicals in the brain, or biological imperative. No, "I'm being used like a sock puppet" is a much better explanation, because it gives a better sense of what it's like.
somewhere I must not go.
Where? My mind's going, I feel unclean,
twisted into this madness
by the brawn of a god who hates me.
(incidentally, though I'm no real position to judge, my impression was that Bagg, who is also a poet, did a very good translation).
One problem I had with Aphrodite's ways was, why do it by tormenting Phaidra, the wife? I don't mind that Phaidra dies, I know lots of people have to die before the curtain falls and despite being one of those people who's overly squeamish about fictional violence, I'm resigned to that. But shouldn't Hippolytos' punishment for not giving her the respect she's due be that he suffers from some horrible stomach-twisting stronger-than-him passion? Not that being killed isn't a meaningful punishment and all, but Phaidra gets both. Why not have it be him? Is it part of the implicit logic of the allegory that I was conceiving above that even Aphrodite can't make someone lustful if their nature doesn't tend that way? There might be some reason why she thought it would be a crueler victory, but I can't imagine why. Maybe because he doesn't have to feel any guilt, and guilt would make him feel he deserved death, which in some way alleviates the suffering, since if he's totally innocent he just gets to feel outraged and hard done by. But that's a little disappointing. Some readers (me) might not mind if Hippolytos didn't get to feel so innocent, since he's really kind of a schmuck, prone to making speeches like this:
I'm too plain-spokenI.e., I'm too smart to talk convincingly to a big crowd of people. Whatever, H. Is that supposed to come off as charming? That and a lot of other things he says just seem pompous. Which I guess I felt worked well with the book. He's morally upright but obnoxious, that's why he draws Aphrodite's wrath down on himself. He's not under the radar enough when he disrespects the goddess. I would have liked it if it was intimated that the other characters see he's an ass but they don't seem to, and Artemis, another goddess, thinks he's awesome (he also thinks he's awesome, describes himself as the most virtuous man on earth). But I suppose a tragic hero has to be complex, and his element of complexity is having a lame personality. Phaidra, who is the one who struggles, is the more interesting character.
to overwhelm a crowd
I'm more at home pursuing rigorous
enlightenment with a few wise friends.
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