{"id":3310,"date":"2024-04-22T23:44:35","date_gmt":"2024-04-23T07:44:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/treehousewriters.com\/wp53\/?p=3310"},"modified":"2024-03-29T23:45:54","modified_gmt":"2024-03-30T07:45:54","slug":"the-history-girls-and-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/treehousewriters.com\/wp53\/2024\/04\/22\/the-history-girls-and-me\/","title":{"rendered":"The History Girls and me"},"content":{"rendered":"

I\u2019ve been a member of The History Girls <\/span><\/span>since 2015,<\/span><\/span> and written a fair number of posts. The History Girls comprises some of the world\u2019s best historical fiction writers\u2026 and me. This one is from April 2016, and made me realise that some subjects return again and again in <\/span><\/span>my <\/span><\/span>life. I\u2019m looking at the same subject now, but in other Early Modern writing and with quite different intent. I want to know how people other than Shakespeare and <\/span><\/span>Marlowe<\/span><\/span> thought about Jews they knew and Jews they imagined. It is, of course, for a novel, or maybe a novel and some short stories. It\u2019s a far bigger subject than I realised. More on this in a few months, maybe, when I start the research seriously. <\/span><\/span>A<\/span><\/span>s you know, I have a thesis to finish.<\/span><\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Right now, my writing self and my research self are sharing the seventeenth century. I tend to think of Shakespeare as a sixteenth century writer, because a lot of his themes borrow from the Middle Ages (which is my main historical stomping ground) and because I associate him with Elizabeth I. The truth is, however, that he wrote well into the seventeenth century. He died in 1616.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

This means he was a seventeenth century writer. It also means that many aspects of his world view reflect the sixteenth century. Shakespeare is on the cusp of change. This is one of the reasons his work can be interpreted in so many ways.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

We tend to think o<\/span><\/span>f<\/span><\/span> the seventeenth century as nearly modern. It\u2019s the Time of the Rise of Reason and the Rise of Science and the Formation of Us. All this is true. At the same time, the seventeenth century had an underlying world view that was anything but modern. Shakespeare reflects this in his plays. He reminds us that we\u2019re all formed by our pasts, even if we don\u2019t remember those pasts or know much about them.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Prospero demonstrates the older world view in <\/span><\/span>The Tempest<\/i><\/span><\/span>. In fact, the whole <\/span><\/span>Tempest <\/i><\/span><\/span>demonstrates this. It shows the relationship between humans and non-human sentient beings in a great chain of being, for instance.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I was first introduced to the great chain of being when I was in Year Eleven (age 15-16, for those who like to keep track of these things) and read Tillyard\u2019s <\/span><\/span>The Elizabethan World Picture<\/i><\/span><\/span>. I fell in love with <\/span><\/span>The Tempest<\/i><\/span><\/span> when I read Mary Stewart\u2019s <\/span><\/span>This Rough Magic<\/i><\/span><\/span>, not too long after. I had already read everything we knew of by Shakespeare and gone to every performance I could, for I was a sad Shakespeare addict, but I never liked <\/span><\/span>The Tempest<\/i><\/span><\/span>. I hated what was done to Caliban and playing tricks on people for purportedly moral reasons totally bugged me. Stewart helped me realise the glory of the language and the emotional impact of Prospero\u2019s actions and Ti<\/span><\/span>l<\/span><\/span>lyard\u2019s description of the world view Shakespeare used to structure <\/span><\/span>The Tempest <\/i><\/span><\/span>suddenly clicked: it all made sense.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Prior to this, <\/span><\/span>Twelfth Night<\/i><\/span><\/span> was my favourite. It\u2019s also about the world order, but it\u2019s strictly human. It played with the order of the world as I knew it. Australians from scientific families find it easier to understand humans and to understand rational thought, but take a bit longer to see the universe from alien eyes. And, in many ways, Shakespeare is quite, quite alien to our modern selves.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

So, first, what is it about <\/span><\/span>Twelfth Night<\/i><\/span><\/span> that was easier to understand?\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s a love story, with disguises and nobles and beautiful speeches. One, in particular is the stuff of teenage pining. Find it at the right moment, and it becomes the precise description of a particular moment, which, of course, I did:<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

<\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a><\/a> Make me a willow cabin at your gate,
\nAnd call upon my soul within the house;
\nWrite loyal cantons of contemned love
\nAnd sing them loud even in the dead of night;
\nHalloo your name to the reverberate hills
\nAnd make the babbling gossip of the air
\nCry out ‘Olivia!’ O, You should not rest
\nBetween the elements of air and earth,
\nBut you should pity me!<\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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The fact that the speech was false, emotional blackmail, said by a heterosexual female in disguise was irrelevant. It called me, the way it called Olivia.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

These days, I wonder what the implications would be if Olivia and Viola were truly in love and the men in the story were mere distractions. We change over time. Our understanding of the world changes over time. Shakespeare is very forgiving of such changes. His plays fit many interpretations. One day I might write the story of Olivia and Viola and how they found love despite their society.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

When I was a teen, however, I learned the speech and ignored the context and the subtext and, in fact, everything but the text itself. And I\u2019m not so sure that I understood the text itself. I found it beautiful, and, for an emotional teenager, that was enough.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And this is why <\/span><\/span>Twelfth Night<\/i><\/span><\/span> is easier for moderns. We can understand it (to a degree) through the text alone. We focus on whatever facet of love or comedy that suits us, and we enjoy the play.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

For me, older, <\/span><\/span>The Tempest<\/i><\/span><\/span> is easier to delve into, emotionally. I\u2019ve had to lose big things in my life, so Prospero is me. I\u2019ve had to travel alone and in exile and so Prospero is again me. So, for many people (including me), <\/span><\/span>The Tempest<\/i><\/span><\/span> still has a modern ring. It\u2019s accessible. It wasn\u2019t accessible to me as a teen, but it is as an adult. Life experience changes things.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And yet, when I stopped to think about it, Prospero faded. I could think of was what a perfect epitome of the early seventeenth century world view <\/span><\/span>The Tempest<\/i><\/span><\/span> represents.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The historian in me loves pulling it to pieces and putting it back together again, because every time I read it or see it I gain a new insight into Shakespeare\u2019s world. Sometimes I gain substantial insights because directors and actors don\u2019t see Shakespeare\u2019s very structured and complex reality. They humanise things and transform <\/span><\/span>The Tempest<\/i><\/span><\/span> into another <\/span><\/span>Twelfth Night<\/i><\/span><\/span>. The difference between human and non-human is faded and uncertain or the status of various players doesn\u2019t reflect their position in the universe. The play itself gives such clear indications about class and about status, ranging from a jug of wine to a royal human so senior hierarchically that he has powers akin to angelic.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

We discover that the hierarchy is not fixed.\u00a0<\/span><\/span>The Tempest<\/i><\/span><\/span> contains a social lesson as to what is possible and what is impossible. Caliban remains a monster and Prospero discovers he cannot reach godhood and must shoulder his human responsibilities. The love story is a mere excuse for an exploration of far deeper matters.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Maybe <\/span><\/span>Twelfth Night<\/i><\/span><\/span> is more than a diversion, too. I doubt it, though. I doubt it because of its name. <\/span><\/span>The Tempest<\/i><\/span><\/span> suggests that the world will turn topsy-turvy and the question is open: will people find their right places at the end. <\/span><\/span>Twelfth Night<\/i><\/span><\/span>, as a title, reflects the last day of Christmastide. A time of fun and for emotions and for bulwarking oneself against the long, long winter. Not the time for deep thoughts about the human condition.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

My deep thought at the moment is that I need a cup of coffee. Coffee reached England about forty years after Shakespeare died. I wonder what his plays would have been like if fuelled by coffee?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I\u2019ve been a member of The History Girls since 2015, and written a fair number of posts. The History Girls comprises some of the world\u2019s best historical fiction writers\u2026 and me. This one is from April 2016, and made me realise that some subjects return again and again in my life. I\u2019m looking at the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":8,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[335,16,14],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3310","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-books-2","category-essays","category-nonfiction"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/treehousewriters.com\/wp53\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3310","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/treehousewriters.com\/wp53\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/treehousewriters.com\/wp53\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/treehousewriters.com\/wp53\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/8"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/treehousewriters.com\/wp53\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3310"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/treehousewriters.com\/wp53\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3310\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3311,"href":"https:\/\/treehousewriters.com\/wp53\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3310\/revisions\/3311"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/treehousewriters.com\/wp53\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3310"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/treehousewriters.com\/wp53\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3310"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/treehousewriters.com\/wp53\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3310"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}