On a day that looks more like February than April, I finally finish up February’s AP Challenge: final thoughts on King Lear (by Jill)

king learShakespeare has never been an easy thing for me to write about, not ever.  I once fell asleep on my computer keyboard trying to write a paper about Shakespeare.  Or maybe that was Faulkner.  Let’s say it was Shakespeare.  It’s been easy to put off writing a post about King Lear, because I so rarely feel like I have much of anything to say about verse.  I am, after all, a mere veterinarian.  But I’m up for a challenge today, so here goes.

I just pulled out my notes from my two Shakespeare classes in college.  I read King Lear in the Spring of 1997, and even wrote a paper on it that got me an A.  The title of the paper was “Kent and Edgar and their eerily similar lives.”  I just re-read it.  It was okay.  The ideas were hardly revolutionary and I think I could have done better coming up with a more interesting topic if I’d had more time and inclination.  But that spring was the beginning of my becoming fully invested in/obsessed with my undergraduate job, which ultimately led me to my chosen career, and I was less into my academic life than one would expect of a person considering professional school.  (I’ll let you guys in on a little secret: when applying to vet school, good work experience and letters of recommendation make middling undergraduate grades less important.)  I phoned in my biochemistry class that quarter, and my physics class, and quite possibly my physiology lab.  But I learned how to draw blood on cats!  Totally awesome.  But I digress.

Were I to write that paper in 2013, I think I’d write about Goneril, Regan, and Edmund, the unholy trinity of King Lear.  Has there ever been a more wretched love triangle?  I feel sorry for Albany and Cornwall that their wives are such conniving bitches.  Also for poor Gloucester, who is taken for a fool by his illegitimate son, Edmund, and breaks with his legitimate son, Edgar, because of Edmund’s machinations.  Yes, I definitely would have wanted to write about Goneril and Regan vs. Edmund, their tricks and schemes and paternal betrayals, and their ultimate downfalls.  Goneril and Regan realize their father is going crazy, because Goneril says, “you see how full of changes his age is.  The observation we have made of it hath not been little.  He always loved our sister most, and with what poor judgment he hath now cast her off appears too grossly (I, i, 290-4).”  And yet they can’t seem to help what they are doing to him.  I don’t think that they meant to be cruel to him, I really don’t, but Lear seems to be having trouble with retirement, in addition to kind of going senile.  That being said, I don’t think it’s appropriate to disrespect a parent in the ways that they do: telling the staff to “put on what weary negligence you please (I, iii, 13)” when dealing with Lear, and “When he returns from hunting, I will not speak with him.  Say I am sick.  If you come slack of former services, you shall do well; the fault of it I’ll answer (I, iii, 8-11).”  Goneril and Regan start taking away his retinue of soldiers, saying he doesn’t need them, to which Lear replies, “Oh, reason not the need!  Our basest beggars/Are in the poorest things superfluous.  Allow not nature more than nature needs,/Man’s life is cheap as beast’s…. (II, iv, 263-266).”  So they are basically reducing him to a beast by taking away the things that he needs to make himself feel human.  And after this confrontation, off he goes to the heath and essentially becomes a beast.  Now the question is, do his daughters do this intentionally?  No, I don’t think so.  But do they try and prevent it?  No, not really.  Lear stomps off, it starts to storm, and they decide to leave him out there.  Goneril says, “Tis his own blame; hath put himself from rest/And must needs taste his folly (II, iv, 289-90).”

Here’s something else I would have liked to write about for that paper: Cordelia.  Did queens routinely show up at battlefields in her day, or is she special?  In addition, is she more noble for telling the truth to her crazy father when he demands his daughters profess their love for him in order to get their property, or is she an idiot for not just repeating the platitudes uttered by her sisters?  I suppose she was trusting in her father’s ability to see through the nonsense.  But apparently old folks in Lear’s day liked to hear themselves be flattered more than wanting to hear the truth.

Christopher Moore has a book called Fool, which is King Lear told from the point of view of the Fool (obviously).  In that book, Goneril and Regan are competing for Edmund as well as both making the beast with two backs with the Fool.  I was so confused about this when I read that book a couple years ago, but I think I may have missed all the oblique sexual references towards the end of the play when I was twenty, as well.  I’d love to reread Fool and compare it with the original King Lear.  That isn’t exactly a high literary pursuit, but it’d be fun to do.

The words in this play have power for me in a way that is different from Measure for Measure.  I actually remember Fr. Murphy, or possibly my professor in college, reading aloud from King Lear.  The one that has resonated for me for all these years is something Gloucester says in Act IV when Edgar is tricking him into not flinging himself from the white cliffs of Dover: “As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods, /They kill us for their sport (IV, i, 36-37).”  It’s primarily the second part, really, that I remember.  Isn’t that the most hopeless line in all of literature?  Probably not, but it’s the most hopeless line I have read in a while.  Hopeless misery was a theme that was near and dear to my heart when I was in my early twenties and late teens, so perhaps that’s why King Lear is so much more memorable to me than Measure for Measure was.  I’m curious to see how much of Hamlet I remember when the AP English Challenge comes to a close in August.

In the months since we started this reading challenge, I’ve made a lot of interesting discoveries about myself.  Like I don’t hate Joseph Conrad, or Henry James, and sometimes the bad guys are more interesting to write about than the good ones.  Something hasn’t changed: Shakespeare isn’t any easier to get through at thirty-six than it was at sixteen or thirteen.  But at thirty-six, I can see the importance of making the effort.

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12 Responses to On a day that looks more like February than April, I finally finish up February’s AP Challenge: final thoughts on King Lear (by Jill)

  1. Maria says:

    I like your last reflection about your self discoveries during this challenge. I have always been amazed that Shakespeare is not as hard as it seems, until I read the notes at the bottom of the page and realizedI had no idea what I was reading, at least in detail. I resisted being shown all the sexual innuendo when in high school, since I specialized in being naive, but now it is loud and clear. Do you think Fr. Murphy would be amazed at how big an impression he made on you two? I also think Lear was not already going crazy, I think he was pushed over by the the disjunct between his daughters’ words and their actions, at least that is my take. 😉

    • badkitty1016 says:

      I sometimes wonder what Fr. Murphy would think about us doing the AP English Challenge.

      I think that an argument could be made for Lear not going crazy until his daughters completely reject him. But it seems to me that he isn’t completely with it when he rejects his favorite daughter because she won’t play his ridiculous “who loves me more game.” I mean, I’m sure he is vain, but that just seems like a stupid move. Probably it’s vague purposefully, so whoever is playing Lear can make up his own mind how to present the character.

      • lfpbe says:

        I think the play only works if we assume that Lear is already in mental decline in scene 1. I think there’s some evidence for this in Kent’s quickness to caution Lear against banishing Cordelia – it’s as if he’s already on the alert for strange behavior from Lear. I’ll be writing about this a bit when I write my final thoughts. To me, if he is thinking clearly at the beginning, then he’s just an awful, vengeful person who deserves what he gets, and not a tragic hero.

      • Maria says:

        Okay, I defer to you both on Lear’s sanity. I just sort of thought he was old and used to being pandered to, like so many powerful people.

      • lfpbe says:

        Maria, I do think the question of at what point Lear starts to lose his sanity is an important one and not at all clear in the play. One of the reasons I plan to write about it is that I think it is ambiguous, and at least for me the motivations of many characters hinge on it.

        Also, have you read Jane Smiley’s A Thousand Acres? It’s King Lear retold in 1980’s Iowa, and Smiley does a really interesting job of explaining the erratic behavior of all three daughters.

      • Maria says:

        I tried to read the Smiley book but I found it too grim and horrible, and it took too long. I suppose I ought to try again. It was summer reading for Ruth before her senior AP English class. Also, Fools often hold a stick with a head on it which they use like a ventriloquists dummy, or something. Lear holding it would have been a pretty clear symbol that he was a fool at that point.

      • lfpbe says:

        I read the Smiley novel in college and liked it a lot, but I have a pretty high tolerance for grim and horrible in general and had an ESPECIALLY high tolerance for it when I was younger than 30. I was a late bloomer in the compassion department.

  2. lfpbe says:

    Also, Jill, I’m curious about the doll King Lear is holding in the photo you used. I don’t remember him having a doll in the play. Any idea what that’s about?

  3. orwell1627 says:

    I enjoyed reading your interpretation of the play. Keep up the quality posts 🙂

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