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450 years of Shakespeare, the secular Bard of the World
Sukumaran C. V.
Shakespeare approximates the remote and familiarizes
the wonderful; the event which he represents will not happen, but, if it were
possible, its effects would probably be such as he has assigned; and it may be
said that he has not only shown human nature as it acts in real exigencies, but
as it would be found in trials to which it cannot be exposed. This therefore is
the praise of Shakespeare, that his drama is the mirror of life.—Samuel
Johnson (in his Preface to Shakespeare).
April 23, 2014 marked the 450th birthday
of William Shakespeare, the greatest and marvelous creative genius the world
has ever seen. We can even form a library with the books written on
Shakespeare. There are many writers who are remembered forever only for their
writings on the Bard. The most famous examples are A. C. Bradley, the author of
Shakespearean Tragedy and Wilson
Knight, the author of The Wheel of Fire.
And almost all well-known English writers have written on Shakespeare. Samuel
Johnson, William Hazlitt, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Thomas Carlyle, Wordsworth,
Shelley, Keats…the list is never ending. What makes Shakespeare the subject of
so many books and why he is read more than any author in the world was or is
read?
The reason is, as Samuel Johnson says in his Preface to Shakespeare, “…the
composition of Shakespeare is a forest, in which oaks extend their branches,
and pines tower in the air, interspersed sometimes with weeds and brambles, and
sometimes giving shelter to myrtles and to roses; filling the eye with awful
pomp and gratifying the mind with endless diversity. Other poets display
cabinets of precious rarities, minutely finished, wrought into shape, and
polished into brightness. Shakespeare opens a mine which contains gold and
diamonds in inexhaustible plenty, though clouded by incrustations, debased by
impurities, and mingled with a mass of meaner minerals.”
I was attracted to Shakespeare by Julius Caesar. Mark Antony’s brilliant
speech by which he wins the sympathy of a hostile people and turns them against
the conspirators enthralled me and thereafter, I spent months and years on
Shakespeare and found that the most remarkable fact about Shakespeare is that
his plays are astonishingly secular. Let me borrow a passage from Bradley’s Shakespearean Tragedy:
“…although this or that dramatis persona may speak of gods or of God, of evil spirits or of
Satan, of heaven and of hell, and although the poet may show us ghosts from
another world, these ideas do not materially influence his representation of
life, nor are they used to throw light on the mystery of its tragedy….while
Shakespeare was writing he practically confined his view to the world of
non-theological observation and thought, so that he represents it substantially
in one and the same way whether the period of the story is pre-Christian or
Christian. He looked at this secular world most intently and seriously; and he
painted it with entire fidelity, without the wish to enforce an opinion of his
own, and, in essentials, without regard to anyone’s hopes, fears, or beliefs.
His greatness is largely due to this fidelity in a mind of extraordinary
power.”
Read any of Shakespeare’s plays, you don’t feel that
you are reading something written by another human being. Each play takes us
into different aspects of human life. Again, in the words of Bradley: “We
cannot arrive at Shakespeare’s whole dramatic way of looking at the world from
his tragedies alone, as we can arrive at Milton’s way of regarding things, or
at Wordsworth’s or at Shelley’s, by examining almost any one of their important
works. Speaking very broadly, one may say that these poets at their best always
look at things in one light; but Hamlet and
Henry IV and Cymbeline reflect things from quite distinct positions, and
Shakespeare’s whole dramatic view is not to be identified with any one of these
reflections.”
When we read a literary work, we can garner the views of the writer, it may be religious or fanatic or progressive; but when we read
Shakespeare we can only see Life and its evergreen emotions. There is no
religious or theoretical dogma; there is no intolerance or fanaticism or racism
that smothers life and its emotions. The powerful creative genius of
Shakespeare celebrates secular life and its ecstasy and that is why even after
450 years, Shakespeare is still living and is loved.
Only an extraordinary creative genius can produce
the following dialogue (of Shylock in The
Merchant of Venice) four hundred years ago when the prejudice against the
Jews was predominant in Europe:
“I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew
hands, organs, dimensions, sense, affections, passions; fed with the same food, hurt with the same
weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and
cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? 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? If we are like you in the rest, we
will resemble you in that.”
In the present day India, where caste and religion
wreak havoc on the innocent, we have to learn the truth that the Dalits, the
Adivasis, the OBCs, the caste Hindus, the Muslims, the Christians and everybody
are ‘fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same
diseases and healed by the same means’. If we learn this precious truth, it
will blur our caste and religious identities and we all will be humans.
And who can forget the dilemma of human beings, of any age or of any locale, beautifully expressed through Hamlet, the character who ‘has been the subject of more discussion than any other in the whole literature of the world’, in the world-famous ‘To be, or not to be’ soliloquy of the first scene in the Act III of the play Hamlet?
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether it is nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep—
No more—and by a sleep to say we end
The headache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to! ’Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep—
To sleep—perchance to dream: ay, there is the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life:
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th’ oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th’ unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardles bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveler returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of?
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether it is nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep—
No more—and by a sleep to say we end
The headache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to! ’Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep—
To sleep—perchance to dream: ay, there is the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life:
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th’ oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th’ unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardles bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveler returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of?
The English actor John Philip Kemble as Hamlet in 1802, in the grave-yard scene.
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The non-stop march of bigotry and intolerance
Sukumaran C. V.
In 1811, Shelley was
expelled from the Oxford University for publishing The Necessity of Atheism in which he wrote: “…all the religions of the
world forbid examination and do not want one to reason; authority wants one to
believe in god; this god is himself founded only on the authority of a few men
who pretend to know him, and come in his name and announce him on earth. A god
made by man undoubtedly has need of man to make himself known to man.”
Shelley was
undermining the very structure of power and authority that oppresses people and
denies them freedom of body and of spirit. And the authorities expelled him.
In 1798, Thomas Paine
published The Age of Reason in which he wrote: “All national institutions
of churches, whether Jewish, Christian, or Turkish, appear to me no other than
human inventions, set up to terrify and enslave mankind, and monopolize power
and profit…the church has set up a system of religion very contradictory to the
character of the person whose name it bears. It has set up a religion of pomp
and of revenue, in pretended imitation of a person whose life was humility and
poverty.”
For publishing The Age of Reason, Thomas
Williams was sentenced to one year’s hard labour and the British government
confiscated all the copies of the book. The British authorities could not
imprison Paine as he was already in prison in Paris for participating in the
French Revolution.
In 1910, Gandhi
published Hind Swaraj or Indian
Home Rule in which he wrote that
the western ‘civilization is such that one has only to be patient and it will
be self-destroyed.’ The British banned Hind
Swaraj. While all other Indian leaders tried to ‘reform’ the poor Indians
according to the Western standards, Gandhi approached them not to reform them, not to tell them their ways
of living and their means of production are inferior to that of the West. He
wanted to tell his people that the western civilization will be self-destroyed.
The book was undermining the very basis of colonial rule and the colonial
masters banned it.
The
manifold destructive instincts and ways of the humans, especially of the
English, inspired Jonathan Swift to write Gulliver’s Travels in 1729. The world has yet to produce such a scathing and
wonderful satire on the politics, colonization and military expeditions of the
human race. In the second book of Gulliver’s Travels —A Voyage to Brobdingnag— Swift’s bitter
contempt of mankind finds its most articulate expression in the remark made by
the emperor of Brobdingnag to Gulliver: “But by what I have gathered from your
own relation, and the answers I have with much pains wrung and extorted from
you, I cannot but conclude the bulk of your natives, to be the most pernicious
race of little odious vermin that nature ever suffered to crawl upon the
surface of the earth.”
Great
Britain banned Gulliver’s Travels for
its attack on the British ways of governance and subjugation.
When
The Satanic Verses was published, a
fatwa was issued on Salman Rushdie and the largest secular democracy in the
world banned the book! In July 1991, Hitoshi Igarashi, the Japanese professor
of literature who translated The Satanic
Verses, was stabbed to death. (It is ironic that a ‘secular’ media house
in Kerala that kept and keeps mum on the ban of The Satanic
Verses is now yelling in full throat in defence of free
speech!)
In
the preface of the English translation of Lajja, Taslima Nasrin
writes: “I detest fundamentalism and communalism. This was the reason I wrote Lajja soon after the demolition of the Babri Masjid in Ayodya on 6
December 1992. The book, which took me seven days to write, deals with the
persecution of Hindus, a religious minority in Bangladesh, by the Muslims who
are in the majority. Lajja was published in February 1993 in Bangladesh…banned by the
government five months later….a fatwa was issued against me by a fundamentalist
organization and a reward was offered for my death.”
Of course, those who
are responsible for the demolition of the Babri Masjid would feel sympathy
towards Taslima Nasrin and the Hindus of Bangladesh and anger against the
Muslim fundamentalists. But let me quote the newspaper report Suranjan, the
protagonist of Lajja, reads in the first chapter (Day One) of the
novel:
“Needless to say, in
Bangladesh too, the reaction to this event is bound to create frantic waves of
religious hysteria. Temples will be smashed and leveled to the ground, Hindu
homes will be burnt and their shops will be looted. Did the BJP, VHP and their
associates, harbour the notion that their insane actions in Ayodhya would cause
a reaction only in the geographical boundaries of India? In India the entire
ordeal has already given birth to widespread communal riots. Five hundred
people have died. Six hundred, may be even a thousand. The number of deaths
increases by the hour. Did the devout Hindus, who were intending to look after
the interests of their religion and their community, realize that there were
almost twenty-five million Hindus living in Bangladesh too?”
Taslima Nasrin
Now Penguin Books
India, afraid of a fringe Hindu right wing group—Shiksha Bachao Andolan Samiti,
has agreed to withdraw Wendy Doniger’s The Hindus: An Alternative History and to pulp it! Having secured an easy
victory over their bigoted fight against the expression of alternative views,
the intolerant SBAS is now after On Hinduism, another book written by Wendy
Doniger. I am really shocked to read that the SBAS ‘gave an ultimatum’ to the
publisher (Aleph Book Company) to withdraw the book and pulp it by March 8, 2014! Are we living in a
secular democracy or theocracy? By banning The Satanic Verses, our
secular democracy genuflected in front of the theocratic elements and the
secular fabric of the nation is being weakened by each day while the theocratic
elements are strengthened by the omissions and commissions of the polity.
What we are witnessing
is quite dangerous for our pluralism and secularism. If the obscurantist and
fanatic elements are not strictly curtailed, they will undermine the very
foundation of our secular democracy which has already been emaciated.
If democracy has to be vibrant, there should be as many alternative histories and narratives as possible. If you want to destroy the alternative narratives that may be entirely different from your ‘authoritative’ narrative, you are killing democracy. I have not read An Alternative History, but now I strongly feel to read it. Let there be a thousand alternative histories and narratives of everything to shatter the centralization of power and knowledge.
If democracy has to be vibrant, there should be as many alternative histories and narratives as possible. If you want to destroy the alternative narratives that may be entirely different from your ‘authoritative’ narrative, you are killing democracy. I have not read An Alternative History, but now I strongly feel to read it. Let there be a thousand alternative histories and narratives of everything to shatter the centralization of power and knowledge.
As Howard Zinn says,
‘there is an underside to every age about which history does not often speak,
because history is written from records left by the privileged.’ Let's search for the records left by the underprivileged and try to have alternative histories to understand the undersides of every age.
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