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Shakespeare and Subjectivity (or the lack thereof)

 

“The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.”

The Comedy of Errors (Act 5, Scene 4)


Shakespeare is no saint. All of his plays have a little something against our "modern values", and honestly, it's irrational to be surprised. 

The "Bard of Avon", inventor of most of modern vocabulary, lived from 1564 to 1616. Society four hundred years ago upheld different beliefs and ideals, some which we have retained today, but even more that we 'pooh-pooh' or find straight-up offensive.


Elizabethan theatre was...quite a big deal

Fiction is a reflection of fact, and fact is a reflection of fiction. When we bring up various issues in Shakespeare's works, are we critiquing the playwright, or the society he was lived in?

Case in point: Merchant of Venice.

Rampant antisemitism against Shylock the Jewish moneylender. When his daughter elopes and converts to Christianity, it is shown as a positive outcome and an ideal "happy ending". 

Portia, the oh-so-smart-and-pretty-and-rich is unabashedly xenophobic and racist. Most of the characters are inherently classist, i.e., Shylock's poverty is apparently more than enough evidence for him to be the villain.

Bassanio, the dashing hero, treats Portia as no more than a commodity whose father's death has brought him good fortune. Portia is forced to disguise herself as a man at the end of the play to control her own fate, indicating that only women adopting male roles can have agency.


I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? 
If you prick us do we not bleed?
If you tickle us do we not laugh?
If you poison us do we not die?
And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
"

Shylock's promise, Merchant of Venice (Act 3, Scene 1)


So the question is : who do we blame? Who do we bawl our eyes out at? Who do we direct our grievances towards?


Suppose after many years, you stumble across one of your childhood favourite restaurants. Nothing has changed - not the cooks, not the menus, not the atmosphere, not even the food itself. 

You sit down and order what you remember to be your favourite dish. Your nostalgic memory reminds you of the wonderful flavours you experienced from it.


At long last, it arrives and lo and behold - it is far below underwhelming. Who do you blame?
Do you blame the cook? 
Do you blame the ingredients and recipe?
Do you blame the delightful outside food which has exposed you to the blandness of the original dish?
Do you blame yourself for rose-tinting such an ordinary thing with nostalgia?


Are you sure porridge isn't made of rainbows?


Whose fault is it?

Must we blame someone?

Is it really that necessary to find a scape goat?

Why can't we simply observe? Why is it so difficult for the human psyche to perceive without judgement? 

How about we look at Shakespeare's work and say: "Well, that's how it was. This is what it's like now. It's a trifle better, but we've got a long way to go."

There is no limit to improvement. Let us observe the past, note how the hurdles were overcome, and set our sights on the future.


-BracketRocket

Note: This was basically one long ramble. Thanks for sticking around! Your patience is appreciated and much envied.

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  1. Happy to see one of my favourite Shakespeare lines made the cut! Again your posts force me to question my perception of society and the world around me, and confronting the truth of ye ol'den days. Truly beautiful writing, I'm eagerly awaiting the next post (exit pursued by a bear)

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    1. Hehe, egg-stabbing for the win! People tend to put Shakespeare on an unshakeable (had to do it) pedestal, but what's the point of being as widely read as he is, if we don't question his beliefs?
      Thanks so much for the comment and also; quick life hack - to escape a bear, gremlin-walking is ideal :)

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    2. I completely agree, we should question authors and literature as it forces us to gain understanding of societal standards of the time, while allows us examine the importance and the purpose of the piece. I'll keep the life hack in mind when being chased, and enter my gremlin era (assuming I'm not currently there)

      https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.reddit.com%2Fr%2FNatureIsFuckingLit%2Fcomments%2Fen0bl7%2Fbrown_bear_running_at_full_speed_they_have_been%2F&psig=AOvVaw3SL-FKHup2zSpkG4iuaLpc&ust=1699926022781000&source=images&cd=vfe&opi=89978449&ved=0CBIQjRxqFwoTCKj1uYrsv4IDFQAAAAAdAAAAABAD

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    3. Yeah, to full appreciate a piece one has to look at the context - and not just the context of the author. If you switch it around and adopt different perspective, it tends to have very curious results - and curious results are peak literature!
      Gremlins are great, honestly. And if you ARE in that era, I hope you enjoy it for as long as you possibly can.

      30 MPH?! That's 48.3 kmph, and Usain Bolt's top speed is 43.99 kmph! Good god nature is cool!

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  2. the bear is speed.

    https://images.ctfassets.net/pujs1b1v0165/3zi8YuHlYFL5x9DxGhII3C/3c1b44fbda89b6ec14c1be61248f9822/how_fast_can_bears_run_.jpg?w=1280

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