The Tyee, based in British Columbia, is one of Canada’s more interesting small independent webzines—the only one, for all I know. It’s the sort of venue you’d think I should be writing for. But I’m probably going to blow my chances by commenting on this recent piece, which could almost have appeared in Slate. The piece is so negative and uncomprehending that I really feel I have to address it. The question “Why Is Shakespeare Still Selling?” isn’t a blasphemous one, but it is one worth taking seriously; I address it implicitly in my every post. What a pity, then, that the item under consideration treats it frivolously. South Park deals with Shakespeare more seriously.
Like a typical Slate piece, this one takes a contrarian view of an alleged paradox. How can Vancouver’s Bard on the Beach (or as I’ll call it, BOB) summer Shakespeare series possibly be so successful (“Concessions are bustling and, in satellite tents, dinner service is finishing up for corporate clients treating staff and guests to an evening of cultural entertainment”) with such unpromising material as Shakespeare? Given what follows, it’s hard to remember that the point of the piece is to praise BOB—for its success in attracting “corporate clients,” not in creating an “intensely moving experience.” Certainly none of the commenters seemed to notice; unanimously, they addressed the question why Shakespeare is or is not “boring.” (The writer, Steve Burgess, takes exception to a commenter who objected to the use of “sell” and “boring” in the headlines, saying that although he approved the headlines he didn’t write them. No comment necessary, except that he does use “sell,” twice, as well as its synonym “peddle,” which unlike “sell” is actually pejorative.)
BOB, then, is essentially selling Vancouverites a bill of goods. How do they do it? Burgess bases his diagnosis on the production of The Merchant of Venice he saw at BOB. “By rights Shakespeare ought to be a very tough sell in the 21st century. And The Merchant of Venice has always been the toughest bauble to peddle.” Here’s a problem right at the start. Is Burgess arguing that Shakespeare as a whole is “a very tough sell,” as his first sentence says, or that The Merchant of Venice specifically is a very tough sell? The next few paragraphs make the latter argument, but even if they succeed that says nothing about As You Like It, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Much Ado About Nothing, Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet, Richard III, Othello, or any of the other thirty plays.
Well? Is The Merchant of Venice one tough bauble? I’m afraid Burgess’s discussion is an unmitigated disaster. To give him the benefit of the doubt, it sounds as if he only knows the play from this performance and BOB’s program notes. If so, however, that’s the worst possible reflection on BOB. If the fault is in BOB, not in himself, then coming to praise BOB Burgess buries it. He begins:
In some ways The Merchant of Venice feels remarkably contemporary. With its blend of frothy romantic mix-up and life-or-death drama, it’s a template for the modern date movie. And if your date hates Jews, all the better.
Um, no. The real “template for the modern date movie,” as I’ll show, is Much Ado About Nothing. The “modern date movie” never contains “life-or-death drama”; its whole point is to deny death for ninety or so minutes. As I’ll discuss at length when we get to it, what is so unsettling about The Merchant of Venice, what takes it out of the realm of romantic comedy, is precisely the presence of Shylock, and its genius is precisely the way Shakespeare makes audiences uncomfortable. The “If your date hates Jews” remark is just throwaway snark meant to evade argument, as Burgess’s following paragraphs show:
Shakespeare’s plays are always lauded for their timeless quality, which is why Shylock makes so many Shakespeareans squirm. Any production of Merchant must tiptoe over the same eggshells, making sure that Shylock is sympathetically portrayed to balance his dramatic role as the unchristian villain.
I have trouble even making sense of these two sentences (“the same eggshells” as what?), but I think they mean something like: “Shakespeare is supposed to be ‘timeless,’ but the anti-Semitic characterization of Shylock is either bound to its time, or we are complicit in it.” So in order not to be anti-Semites, we must portray Shylock sympathetically. I have no truck with the idea that Shakespeare is “timeless,” whatever that even means, but put that to one side. There would be no “eggshells” at risk if Shakespeare’s portrayal of Shylock were sympathetic or, mirabile dictu, combined sympathetic and unsympathetic elements—that is, presented a three-dimensional human being. (And isn’t it just barely possible that such roundness of characterization is a selling point for Shakespeare?)
Amazingly, Burgess sees this: “There’s little doubt that Shakespeare was ahead of his time with his well-rounded and sometimes sympathetic portrayal of Shylock.” End of story, thank you very much, see you next column. Right? Wrong. he continues: “But there’s only so much we can expect of Shakespeare. The man never knew he would someday come to be the global face of the humanities. He just knew he had an audience to please.” So apparently for Burgess, the only way Shakespeare could have written a fully rounded character complete with contradictions would be if he had been looking to his twenty-first-century status as “the global face of the humanities.” His own dramaturgy as he sat at his desk and participated in rehearsals in the 1590s had nothing to do with it. After all, he had pandering to do, which meant Jews to mock:
And for me the proof of the play’s attitude comes at the end of the trial, with Shylock’s forced conversion to Christianity. No late 16th-century crowd would have groaned aloud at the hateful injustice of it, as the Vanier Park audience did. The scene was surely intended as a crowd-pleaser—the long-anticipated payoff when the villain finally gets his deliciously just desserts (delivered, tellingly, by the wise, virtuous, utterly un-villainous Portia). It was only in the early 19th century that actor Edmund Keane is said to have played the first sympathetic version of Shylock—previously the role was frequently cast with clowns.
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