My return to the world of William Shakespeare and my favorite play, Twelfth Night, was a wonderful experience. Although I find Hamlet and Much Ado About Nothing to be superior dramatically, neither are as romantic or riotously funny as this. It brought me back to my first reread on Goodreads. Work on my novel had ground to a halt several weeks ago at the halfway mark, and I wanted to return to a couple of texts that remind me of why I'm a writer. I also noticed that as of December 30, I was one book short of my 2017 reading challenge, so hopefully, this report ties up a few loose ends.
My system for reviewing plays is to watch a production first and then read the play. I was in for a treat with Twelfth Night. I located a bootleg of the 1998 production by Lincoln Center Theater, directed by Nicholas Hytner and starring film and television veterans such as Helen Hunt (Viola), Paul Rudd (Duke Orsino), Philip Bosco (Malvolio), Kyra Sedgwick (Olivia), Brian Murray (Sir Toby Belch), and David Patrick Kelly (Feste). This production is visually resplendent, and being able to hear a live audience reaction adds tremendously to the viewing experience of a musical comedy, something that British TV productions of Shakespeare do not offer.
The draw of Twelfth Night for me might be my discovery and delight that most of the sitcoms I grew up on, especially Three's Company, are just a variation on this 17th-century play. The themes of mistaken identity, sexual confusion, and eavesdropping gone wrong lead to comedy nirvana. The woman who carries herself as a man and the furor this leaves in her wake, shaking up the status quo, is a theme that appeals to me. Additionally, the portrayal of a great comic drunk, with Sir Toby Belch knocking down perceptions of propriety like bowling pins every time he enters a scene, is also very entertaining. And, of course, it's fuckin' funny.
**Act three, Scene 1**
Olivia's garden. Viola and Feste, who is carrying a small drum, enter.
Viola Greetings, friend, and your music too. Do you live by drumming?
Feste No, sir. I live by the church.
Viola Are you a cleric?
Feste Not at all, sir. I live by the church because I live at my house, and my house is near the church.
Viola So you could just as well say "The king lives by begging" if a beggar lives near him. Or that the church is near your drum if the drum happens to be near the church.
Feste You've said it, sir! Such are the times! A sentence is just a kid glove to a quick-witted man. It can easily be turned inside out!
Viola Yes, that's true. Those who play about with words can quickly give them indecent meanings.
Feste Therefore I wish my sister had no name, sir.
Viola Why, man?
Feste Why, sir, her name is a word, and to play about with that word might make my sister indecent. But indeed, words truly become rascals since they were disgraced with being bonds.
Viola Your reason, man?
Feste Goodness, sir. I can't give you one without using words, and words have become so unreliable I'm reluctant to use them to prove a reason.
Viola You're a happy-go-lucky fellow. I'll be bound, and you care about nothing.
Feste Not at all, sir. I do care for something. But upon my conscience, sir, I don't care for you. If that's caring about nothing, sir, I wish it would make you invisible.
Viola Aren't you the Lady Olivia's fool?
Feste No indeed, sir. Lady Olivia does not go in for entertainment. She won't have a fool till she's married; and fools are like husbands as sardines are to herrings--the husband's the bigger. Indeed I am not her fool. I'm her corrupter of words.
**Other observations on this viewing/reread of the comedy**
- Viola is the liberated woman of Shakespeare's plays. She is neither a royal personage nor a loyal daughter. She is bound to no one and is personified instead by her education and skills set. Shipwrecked in Illyria, she quickly gets a job as the emissary of the lovesick bachelor Duke Orsino, confident that she can "sing and speak to him in music." Viola is also fluent in French and is able to pass herself off as a boy, Cesario, likely due to her observations of men. Of course, Viola does not account for falling in love with her boss, whose only expectation of Cesario is that the boy woo the Lady Olivia for him. Hijinks ensue.
- Do you like fools? Shakespearean fools? Those characters whose jesting allows them to speak the truth without their heads ending up on a chopping block? Twelfth Night offers up three classic examples: Feste, the professional fool, willing to sing any song or provide any insight at any hour if there's a purse involved. Sir Toby Belch, the rascal and drunkard, pushing the generosity of his cousin, the Lady Olivia, as far as it will go in the pursuit of a good time. Sir Andrew Aguecheek, a rich dandy who seeks to woo Olivia, carouses with both Sir Toby and Feste, his romantic ineptitude and cowardice providing extensive comic relief.
- In the 1998 Lincoln Center Theater production, David Patrick Kelly and Max Wright played Feste and Sir Andrew and got some of the biggest applause and laughs in the play. As much as I light up when Sir Toby bursts onto the scene, he wouldn't be as compelling in soliloquy. These two characters are invaluable when it comes to demonstrating what a Good Time Charlie that his character is.
- Impossible Love, like the kind immortalized in Romeo and Juliet, and which is sometimes impossible for good reason, isn't to be found in this play, thank god. Instead, Shakespeare seems to be exploring the Possible Love that would exist if characters would take a minute to get it together and drop their facades. Viola must pose as a man to keep her job. Olivia must pose as grief-stricken to honor her dead brother. I find Possible Love to be much more compelling because of how close I think most people come in real life to experiencing passion and happiness with the right person.
**April 9, 2014 review**
My game plan for revisiting Shakespeare was to stream video of a staging of the play, listening and watching while reading along to as much of the original text as was incorporated by the staging. Later, I read the entire play in the modern English version.
The staging I found on YouTube was amazing. ITV Saturday Night Theatre: Twelfth Night aired on January 6, 1969. It features Alec Guinness as Malvolio, Ralph Richardson as Sir Toby Belch, Joan Plowright as Viola/Sebastian, and Adrienne Corri as Olivia. Each of them has appeared in some of my favorite movies.
Scholars believe the play was first performed on January 6, 1601, as an entertainment for Queen Elizabeth as she hosted an Italian nobleman, Don Virginio Orsino. The date of the staging, 12 nights after Christmas, accounts for the title of the play, which has no bearing on the story.
Twelfth Night is set in Illyria, where the ruling Duke Orsino, "a noble duke, in nature and in name," is lovesick over the Countess Olivia, who mourns for a dead brother and has spurned all suitors. The play's protagonist, Viola, comes ashore with a great opening line: "What country, friends, is this?" A survivor of a shipwreck, she fears her twin brother Sebastian has drowned. Viola needs a job while she plots her next move, and the sea captain who rescued her explains Olivia's pursuit by the Duke. Olivia isn't hiring, but Viola sees an opportunity to work for the Duke by disguising herself as a eunuch.
One of my favorite characters in Shakespeare makes his entrance. Sir Toby Belch is Olivia's uncle, a drunken rascal who romances Olivia's whip-smart maid Maria, makes enemies of his niece's pompous steward Malvolio, and profits from one of her rejected suitors, a knight named Sir Andrew Aguecheek who has more money than brains. Sir Toby exists to eat, drink, and play pranks, and his misdemeanors create much of the havoc in the play. In addition, Olivia is served by a fool, Feste, who possesses greater insight and sobriety than Sir Toby but joins him and Maria in their revelry, as well as singing several songs.
The Duke dispatches Viola (going by the name Cesario) to the court of Olivia to woo her on his behalf, but believing the messenger to be a persuasive young man, Olivia falls in love with Viola. This complicates the feelings Viola has developed for the Duke. Meanwhile, Malvolio throws such a wet blanket on Sir Toby's fun that Olivia's uncle and maid play a trick on him, writing a love letter in Olivia's hand expressing her undying love for the steward if he dresses in yellow stockings and cross-garters (a fashion which Olivia despises) and harasses her servants. Malvolio falls for the trick and comes on like such a lunatic that Olivia orders him locked in a basement.
Not content, Sir Toby plots a trick on Viola and Sir Andrew by making both fear the other wishes to engage in a duel. Sir Toby is confident that Viola is just as timid with a sword as Sir Andrew, but doesn't factor in her twin brother Sebastian arriving in Illyria. After being mistaken for his sister and challenged to a fight, Sebastian wallops both Sir Toby and Sir Andrew. When brought before Olivia for his apology, he is stunned to find the countess express her love for him. They marry in secret, which poses great problems for Viola when the Duke discovers "she" has married the countess.
Reading this play, it occurred to me that every episode of Three's Company was ripping off Shakespeare. Janet leaves Jack and Chrissy alone in the apartment and fears Jack will make a move on Chrissy, so advises her to play down her attractiveness by dressing in frumpy clothes. Jack instead is more attracted to Chrissy. Then Janet returns to the apartment to find the leftovers of a romantic dinner and Chrissy upset. Janet gets the wrong idea when in fact, Chrissy is upset that Jack didn't make a move! Cue the laugh track.
Twelfth Night is downright riotous. The comedy comes from the cascade of doublespeak and near misunderstandings, with one character playing the fool to another. Being able to penetrate the language or read the play with asides detailing which character is being made an ass of helps the humor find its mark to a modern idiot like me. The play starts slow, but the laughs continue to build and reach a crescendo when Sebastian enters, mistaken for his twin sister by the various jokers of the play, who end up being played for fools.