Who Was Accused of the Art of Delay in Shakespeare
Even if you're a regular visitor to London, it's probably never occurred to y'all to stop in to see William Shakespeare'south original manuscripts at the British Museum or Library. That's just as well. At that place are no original manuscripts. Non and then much as a couplet written in Shakespeare'southward own hand has been proven to exist. In fact, there'due south no hard evidence that Will Shakespeare of Stratford-upon-Avon (1564-1616), revered as the greatest author in the English language, could even write a consummate sentence.
Is information technology any wonder that controversy swirls effectually the authorship of the 154 sonnets and some 37 plays credited to him? Skeptics have long belittled the notion of a barely educated modest-town boy who moves to London to piece of work as an actor and is of a sudden writing masterpieces of unrivaled dazzler and sophistication. Henry James wrote to a friend in 1903 that he was "haunted by the confidence that the divine William is the biggest and most successful fraud ever practised on a patient earth." Other doubters accept included Marking Twain, Walt Whitman, Sigmund Freud, Orson Welles and Sir John Gielgud.
At eye, the Shakespeare debate is nigh more than than missing records. Information technology's driven by an unquenchable need to slip past Shakespeare's verses and locate the real-life artist behind them, whoever he or she might exist. Piddling is known almost Dante or Chaucer either, but somehow that isn't every bit nettlesome. "If Shakespeare hadn't been metamorphosed into a god, nobody would think it was worth having an authorship controversy virtually him," says Jonathan Bate, a Shakespeare expert at the Academy of Warwick, not far from Stratford.
It'due south certainly curious that the creator of such vivid, recognizably human characters as Falstaff, Lear and Village should himself remain as insubstantial as phase smoke. The well-nigh detailed clarification of the man left to us by someone who really knew him, it seems, is a less-than-incisive sentence from his friend and rival, the playwright Ben Jonson: "He was, indeed, honest, and of an open and free nature." That covers a lot of basis. As for Shakespeare'southward appearance, none of his contemporaries bothered to describe information technology. Alpine or brusque? Sparse or chubby? It'due south anyone's estimate.
An exhibition about the visual side of this quest—the desire to see William Shakespeare'south face, literally—is on view through September 17 at the Yale Center for British Art in New Haven, Connecticut. "Searching for Shakespeare" brings together eight images of the Bard (six paintings, one engraving and 1 sculpted bust)—but one of which was probable washed from life—along with rare theatrical artifacts and documents. Rendered by long-forgotten artists, each of the vi painted portraits surfaced after the playwright's death, in some cases centuries later. "There's something nigh Shakespeare that connects with those large human bug—who we are, why we experience the mode nosotros exercise, love, jealousy, passion," says Tarnya Cooper, who curated the exhibition at London's National Portrait Gallery, where the portraits showroom opened last March. "In looking for a portrait of Shakespeare, we want to see traces of those passions in the portrait's face."
Unfortunately, as a flesh-and-blood human being Will Shakespeare of Stratford remains stubbornly out of reach. He was born to an patently illiterate glove maker and his wife early on in the reign of Queen Elizabeth I. At xviii, he married the pregnant Anne Hathaway, who was eight years his senior. Past 21, he had fathered three children. He turns upward in the documentary record next at historic period 28 in London—apparently without his family unit—working as an actor. He's later on listed as a member of a prominent interim troupe, the Lord Chamberlain'south Men, and after, the King'south Men. His proper name appears on the title pages of plays printed for popular consumption beginning in his mid-30s. Records show he retired effectually 1613 and moved back to Stratford, where he died in relative obscurity three years afterward at 52. And that'southward about it.
The sketchy newspaper trail from Shakespeare'southward life hasn't stopped the publishing manufacture from issuing a stream of biographies filled with phrases similar "may have" and "could have." Terminal year in the New York Times Book Review, editor Rachel Donadio mused whether Stephen Greenblatt's 2005 biography of the Bard, Volition in the World, should exist on the fiction or the nonfiction bestseller list.
"There are documents from William Shakespeare's life that concern his career as an actor and theater manager and so on, merely there's zilch that suggests a literary life," says Marking Anderson, author of "Shakespeare" by Another Proper name, an examination of the plays' authorship. "That's what's so damning near the documentary record. The greatest manhunt in literary history has turned upward no manuscripts, no letters, no diaries." The only definitive examples of Shakespeare's handwriting are six signatures, all on legal documents. Of course, few letters or diaries of commoners from that fourth dimension have survived.
Doubters over the years have proposed some sixty candidates as the real Shakespeare, amid them Sir Walter Ralegh, Christopher Marlowe and Queen Elizabeth herself. The popular favorite among skeptics of the 19th and early 20th centuries was Francis Bacon, philosopher and writer. Some Baconians maintained that secret codes sprinkled throughout Shakespeare's plays pointed to the works' truthful author. (For example, by counting the difference in total words in ii passages from Henry IV, Office i, multiplying that by the number of hyphenations, then using the result to move up or peradventure down a page somewhere else, you can begin to extract hidden messages in the plays, such every bit "shak'st...spur...never...writ...a...word...of...them.") Other contenders were incomparably far-fetched—a long-dead member of Henry VIII's court; a cabal of Jesuits—only the very proliferation of theories demonstrated how deeply unsatisfying many people found the Stratford story to be. In recent decades, the debate has largely settled down to a dispute betwixt two opposing camps. On 1 side are the mainstream defenders of the status quo, known as Stratfordians. The anti-Stratfordian movement, meanwhile, backed by books, Spider web sites and conferences, has coalesced mainly around a single candidate: Edward de Vere, the 17th Earl of Oxford (1550-1604).
Oxfordians, equally they are known, dismiss Will of Stratford as a frontman for the ink-stained earl who used his name as a pseudonym. (More than or less. Will'south surname was oftentimes Shakspere merely sometimes Shaxspere, Shagspere or Shaxberd, though variants on the spelling of names were hardly uncommon at the time.)
"Shakespeare the author, whoever he was, was one of the most broadly educated authors in English literature," says Anderson, an avowed Oxfordian. The poet-playwright was steeped in the classics and drew on source texts that hadn't withal been translated into English. His working vocabulary of more 17,000 words—twice that of John Milton's according to lexicons compiled for both men in the 19th century—includes nearly three,200 original coinages. Could such erudition, Anderson asks, actually come up from a human being with, at nearly, an English grammar-school didactics?
In that location is other circumstantial evidence against "the Stratford man," as Oxfordians condescendingly call Shakespeare. Neither his wife nor his daughter Judith, it appears, were sufficiently literate to write their own names. The man himself is non known to have traveled beyond southern England, yet his plays propose a firsthand noesis of the Continent—Italy especially. In Stratford he was known as a businessman and holding possessor with some connection to the theater, not as a writer. His death attracted no detect in London, and he was buried—below a mark that diameter no name—in Stratford.
The glimpses of Shakespeare's character afforded by the few surviving legal documents from his life, moreover, don't square with the current popular notion of a wise and lofty-minded poet. He apparently sued over debts as modest as ii shillings. A London acquaintance one time sought his arrest, along with that of some other men, "for fear of death." And in 1598, he was accused of hoarding grain in Stratford during a famine, prompting a furious neighbor to need that he and his fellow profiteers be "hanged on gibbets at their own doors." And so in that location is his will (a centerpiece of the Yale exhibition), in which he bequeathed to his wife his "2d best bed." As poet and essayist Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote in 1850, "Other admirable men have led lives in some sort of keeping with their thought, but this man in wide contrast."
The two portraits of Shakespeare that take been widely accepted as authentic accept probably contributed to the doubts. The best-known—an epitome instantly recognizable today—is a posthumous engraving made past Martin Droeshout, a none-likewise-talented Dutch creative person of the early 1600s. It appeared on the title page of the Get-go Folio, the massive compilation of plays by Mr. William Shakespeare published by John Heminges and Henry Condell, fellow actors and longtime friends of the Bard, in 1623, seven years after his death (see "Folio, Where Fine art Yard?"). In Droeshout's anatomically awkward rendering, which he likely copied from a life portrait that no longer exists, the subject looks distant and slightly uncomfortable, as though he'd rather not be posing at all. The second generally accepted portrait, also posthumous, is a memorial bust in Stratford's Trinity Church building, which many find even more disconcerting than Droeshout's engraving. Critic J. Dover Wilson likened the well-fed, vacant-looking man in the carving to "a self-satisfied pork-butcher." The ii portraits, Wilson wrote in his 1932 biography The Essential Shakespeare, are "and so plain false images of the greatest poet of all time that the earth turns from them in disgust." Wilson seems to have been overstating matters, for obviously both likenesses were acceptable to Shakespeare's own friends and family.
In the years following these 2 early efforts at depicting him, Shakespearean portraiture became something of a cottage industry. "New portraits turn up quite often," says curator Tarnya Cooper in London. "In the terminal three months, I've had iii." And then far, all take been deemed fabrications or portraits of someone else. Terminal year, a scientific examination revealed that ane of the most familiar likenesses of the playwright, the Imperial Shakespeare Company's so-called Blossom portrait—once thought to have been done in the Bard'southward lifetime and to accept perchance been the source of the Droeshout engraving—was really concocted in the 19th century. In 1988, the subject of another rendering, the Folger Shakespeare Library's Janssen portrait, inscribed with the date 1610, proved to be hiding a full head of hair; the subject field's domelike forehead was a pigment-over added in the 17th or 18th century.
Though Cooper tin't affirm that any of the "Searching for Shakespeare" portraits were painted from life, she labels as "pretty high" the odds that a living, animate William Shakespeare posed for the National Portrait Gallery'southward own Chandos portrait, which she calls "our Mona Lisa." The undated painting is attributed to an obscure English artist and possible bit histrion of Shakespeare's day named John Taylor. A succession of owners since the mid-1600s have deemed information technology an authentic portrait of Shakespeare, and information technology was the beginning work the gallery caused at its founding in London in 1856. The portrait's swarthy, somewhat lugubrious subject field didn't expect sufficiently "English" to a few of the Bard's early admirers, however. "Our author exhibits the complexion of a Jew, or rather of a chimney-sweeper in the jaundice," complained an 18th-century editor named George Steevens.
The search for an authentic paradigm of Shakespeare, like the search for revelations about his life, is guided in part past what we hope to notice: we promise he flirted with Queen Elizabeth, but he probably didn't. We hope he didn't hoard grain, but he probably did. This may explain the popularity of ii of the eight highlighted portraits in the exhibition. Both the Grafton portrait (1588) and the Sanders portrait (1603) describe sensuous young men, neither of whom has whatever substantial claim to beingness Shakespeare. For the frontispiece of The Essential Shakespeare, J. Dover Wilson chose the Grafton, confessing that he couldn't help but wish that "the unknown youth of the wonderful eyes and the oval Shelley-like face" was in fact the young poet. And literary critic Harold Bloom appear in Vanity Fair in 2001 that he preferred the "livelier" Sanders to traditional portraits.
Just "Searching for Shakespeare" includes one portrait nearly which in that location is no dubiousness any: it is of Edward de Vere, the 17th Earl of Oxford. That he appears a more dashing and self-bodacious figure than any of the Shakespeares on display is non, of form, why Oxfordians find him the more than plausible candidate—though it probably doesn't hurt. Fourteen years Shakespeare's senior, Oxford was an urbane, multilingual dandy, well educated, well traveled and well continued. At 12, when his begetter died, he was taken in by William Cecil, later Lord Burghley, who for more than twoscore years was Queen Elizabeth's well-nigh trusted adviser. He became Oxford'due south father-in-police force when Oxford, at 21, married Burghley's daughter, Anne Cecil. At court, he won attention as a jousting champion, clotheshorse and ladies' human being. "The Queen's Majesty delighteth more in his personage and his dancing and his valiantness than any other," another young aristocrat, the future Earl of Shrewsbury, wrote of the 21-twelvemonth-quondam earl.
Oxford's many enemies, however, described him variously as a whoring, hot-tempered neat, a dissolute spendthrift and a bombastic pederast. At 17, he used his sword to kill an under-melt in Burghley'due south household (supposedly in cocky-defense). And at 24, he abandoned his wife for the Continent for more than than a year. As for his verse, Oxford biographer Alan H. Nelson, emeritus professor of English at the University of California at Berkeley and a Stratfordian, ranks it "from admittedly dreadful to middling."
In his own time, at least, Oxford'south poetry won praise. So did his skill equally a playwright, though none of his dramas survive. Some modern-day advocates claim that information technology would take been unseemly for a high-ranking nobleman to write plays openly for the hugely popular, sometimes rowdy Elizabethan public theater. And, they say, playwrights who satirized the powerful as well obviously could find themselves jailed or worse.
Richard Whalen, author of Shakespeare—Who Was He? (which answers its title'due south question every bit, unquestionably, the Earl of Oxford), allows that the earl's identity every bit the real Shakespeare had to have been known to a number of theater-world insiders, among them an all-around Will. Nonetheless, Whalen argues, one needn't posit the being of a grand conspiracy that concealed Oxford'due south role. "His authorship was probably an open secret," says Whalen, who, like his fellow Oxfordian Marker Anderson, is unaffiliated with a university. The powers that be could pretend they didn't know a nobleman was stooping to farce and, worse, critiquing his peers. Equally for the general public, he says, "They weren't all that interested in who wrote the plays they went to."
Links between Oxford and Shakespeare are not hard to discover. The oldest of Oxford's three daughters was one time offered in marriage to the 3rd Earl of Southampton, to whom Shakespeare defended his two long narrative poems, "Venus and Adonis" and "The Rape of Lucrece." (He declined.) Another girl was married to one of the two earls to whom the Offset Folio was dedicated.
Oxford supporters find other prove in the plays themselves. In Hamlet and Male monarch Lear, for instance, they hear the voice of an aristocrat, not a commoner. "The plays demonstrate a cracking, intimate knowledge of how people in a regal court or a government hierarchy think and operate," says Whalen. "Yes, great writing is always a creative process, but a writer'south all-time works are products of their own experiences. Think of Tolstoy, who wrote about what he knew best: his family, Russia, war. I would debate the Earl of Oxford'southward life fits the profile of someone you would expect to have written the works of Shakespeare."
Oxfordian Mark Anderson finds other clues in Shakespeare's settings, plots and characters. He discerns in Hamlet, for instance, elements drawn from Oxford's life. "Polonius is a caricature of Oxford's father-in-law, Lord Burghley, who was known to be rather prolix and deadening," he says. "Burghley, like Polonius, once sent spies to check up on his ain son." Ophelia is Burghley's daughter, whom Oxford/Village woos, and so on.
As persuasive as their instance may exist, fifty-fifty the almost ardent Oxfordians must admit there isn't a fleck of real testify tying their man to Shakespeare's work. And how to explain Ben Jonson's eulogy of the "Sweet Swan of Avon," in the First Folio? "...Soule of the Age! The adulation! delight! the wonder of our Phase!...Thou art a Monument, without a tombe, / And art live still, while thy Booke doth live, / And nosotros have wits to read, and praise to give."
Generally, orthodox Stratfordians—a grouping that includes the vast majority of historians and English professors with an interest in Shakespeare—dismiss Oxford's champions as wishful thinkers who ignore or misread historical show. It'south natural, they say, that we yearn for traces of our most revered writer—a signed love sonnet on parchment, at to the lowest degree, if not a complete beginning typhoon of Macbeth. Merely finding their absence suspicious, they say, reveals basic misunderstandings near life during the English Renaissance.
"In his ain time, Shakespeare wasn't thought of as a universal genius," says Marjorie Garber, professor of English and visual studies at Harvard University and the writer of several books on Shakespeare, including Shakespeare Subsequently All (2004). "Nobody was nigh to save a laundry list he wrote and so they could sell it on eBay. Information technology wasn't that kind of civilization." Paper, typically handmade in France, was scarce and expensive; when it was no longer needed, it was reused—to line a baking dish, perhaps, or stiffen a book cover. Letter-writing and diary-keeping were unusual, peculiarly for commoners. Every bit for play manuscripts, Garber says, "Once they were set in type, in that location was certainly no reason to salvage them." Even in print, plays were considered something less than literature. When Thomas Bodley ready the Bodleian library at Oxford University in Shakespeare's time, she points out, he refused to include play texts. "These were considered trash, like pulp fiction."
One by one, mainstream scholars knock down the Oxfordians' debating points. No, Stratford wasn't an uncultured backwater; a lord mayor of London and an archbishop of Canterbury had both come up from there. No, a Stratford grammar-school graduate wasn't akin to a seventh-form dropout of today. The Greek and Latin classics echoed in the plays were a standard part of the grammar-schoolhouse curriculum. Shakespeare may never have visited Italia, just neither he nor anyone else during the Renaissance ever gear up human foot in ancient Greece or Rome either, and that did not dominion out the Classical world as a pop setting for poetry and drama. And no, you didn't have to be a nobleman to write about kings and queens. Writers of every stripe did and then—information technology's what the Elizabethan public demanded.
"In the end, what sets Shakespeare apart from his contemporaries is the sheer range of his style and his subject area matter," says the Academy of Warwick'due south Jonathan Bate. "He was great in comedy and tragedy and history. He could write about the court, and he could write about ordinary people." A play doesn't accept to be autobiographical, Bate suggests, whatever more a sonnet has to be confessional. "Shakespeare always kept himself well bearded. He didn't insert his ain opinions, and he steered abroad from the topical controversies of the day. That's why it'due south so easy for directors and filmmakers today to make his plays contemporary. Information technology's the fundamental to his endurance."
Nor, Bate adds, is it necessary to believe that Shakespeare began writing masterpieces as soon as he picked upwardly a quill. "There is good bear witness that he started by rewriting the works of other dramatists. Lots of his early plays are either collaborative works, where he's a kind of junior partner working with more established dramatists, or they're reworkings of older plays." Even the mature plays similar Hamlet and King Lear, Bate says, drew on existing works for their plots. "In his time, originality wasn't especially valued."
As for England not mourning his decease, that's non surprising either. By 1616, Shakespeare was, after all, a centre-class retiree living far from London, and his plays were no longer the latest fashion. "In his ain lifetime and for some time subsequently, Shakespeare is certainly admired and respected, simply he's not thought of as unique," says Bate. Which is why later writers felt justified in "improving" on him. British poet laureate John Dryden shortened Troilus and Cressida in the late 1600s by excising what he called "that heap of Rubbish, nether which so many fantabulous Thoughts lay wholly coffin'd." An unnamed critic in the following century scolded Shakespeare "for ignoring the ancients, for violating decorum by resorting to tragicomedy and supernatural characters, and for using puns and blank poetry."
"The idea that he was a completely different society of genius from all his contemporaries only begins in the mid-18th century, with the British Empire taking off and literacy growing," says Bate. The apotheosis became official with player David Garrick's lavish Shakespeare Jubilee, held in Stratford in 1769. For today's public, of course, Shakespeare is to literary genius what Mozart is to music and Leonardo to painting. The authorship contend, says Bate, is a natural event of a cult of Shakespeare now deeply rooted in our culture.
Harvard's Marjorie Garber takes an unusually tolerant view of the long-running dispute. "A lot of people, especially writers, prefer the mystery to an reply," she says. Any answer is going to be merely a human being of a particular time and identify. We regard Shakespeare today, she believes, the way his friend Ben Jonson did in his Get-go Folio tribute—"He was not of an historic period, but for all time!"—and asks whether we really want to run across him reduced to an ordinary mortal. "Many people prefer to keep the idea of a transcendent, universal Shakespeare," she says. Garber likes to cite a remark Charles Dickens fabricated to a friend in 1847: "The life of Shakespeare is a fine mystery, and I tremble every solar day lest something should plough upward."
Massachusetts freelancer Doug Stewart wrote about the destruction of Pompeii in the Feb 2006 issue of SMITHSONIAN.
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