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414 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2014
Courtly praise was, admittedly, a pose. Even Castiglione’s courtliest of virtues, sprezzatura, is the ability to conceal effort under a pose of effortlessness. And restraint (Niccolo Machiavelli’s rispetto) is a way to get things by reining in one’s urgency (Machiavelli’s impeto) after them. Thus some New Historicists see “subversion” (their favorite word) under the professed love of Elizabeth’s courtiers. It is certainly true that there was endless jostling of her courtiers for favor, position, property, family advancement, or one’s religious preference, all under the “colour” of ardently professed love. But even in seeking these favors, men strengthened her power to grant them. One does not keep coming back for reward to an enfeebled source.The book makes a strong case for the oft-unexamined point that Elizabeth’s reign—in fact every reign—is important because it is self-important. While literature and political reality are tentatively comingled within the pages, never does turn its gaze on its own self-importances; literature is important—works becomes classics—because someone once decided it was so and people accepted it. Moby Dick has some wonderfully constructed sentences, but so does Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil; one is a classic, the other a book club monthly selection. Making Make-Believe Real lacks the self-awareness that might turn it from simple history to deep insight. There is a thread buried within that begs to be teased out, that the same fiat coincidences that put Elizabeth on the British throne ensconced Jane Eyre firmly within the American high school curriculum.
England was scrapping a densely ritualized history bound up with Catholic Christianity. There was a tendency in earlier days to think of this as a clean break, but a group of “revisionist” religious historians have shown how toughly resistant were old Catholic ties. The “clean break” was actually a long and difficult process of disengagement. G.K. Chesterton struck the right note when he wrote: “The Tudors had begun to persecute the old religion before they had ceased to belong to it.” Victor Turner would think of this as the forming of an antistructure within the framework of a structure. And the goal toward which society was moving was still hazy and inchoate, while Elizabeth held together the loose religious improvisations of what has been called her unsettled “settlement.” To quote Chesterton again: “The mass of common people loved the Church of England without having even decided what it was.”But then it is dropped. There is a clearly pejorative pall to the preceding passage; ‘“revisionist” historians’ is not complementary, and the implication the hangs in the air is that there is a true version of events, uncolored by authorial voice, that could—should—be relayed to the reader. History as timeline, not as story. Which seems an odd position from which to approach writing a historical treatise on the political overtones of Elizabethan theatre. Historical reality—as written—and make-believe—also written—could have been so neatly entwined; they end up posited as unrelated, if not quite anathema to each other.
Some have objected to such a narrowly topical set of references to Garnet as too trivial for a play of such cosmic dimensions as Macbeth. But great poets like Milton and Donne did not think the Gunpowder Plot trivial. In fact, Shakespeare seems to have taken very seriously the concept voiced by Coke and Donne, that the divorce of words from meaning in equivocation introduced chaos into the very use of concepts, thwarting communication. At the deepest level, Macbeth is about the loss of meaning in life. If you divorce words from things, then all reality becomes twistable in the hand. All things slip from one’s mental grasp in this drama—in a world where “foul is fair” (i.i.ii), where a battle is “lost and won” (i.i.4), where witches are neither female nor male (1.3.45-46), where news “cannot be ill; cannot be good” (1.3.131), where a devil can “speak true” (1.3.107) because “the instruments of darkness tells us truths” (1.3.124), where Lady Macbeth is a woman yet unsexed (1.5.41), in a castle that is a gate of hell yet blessed with “heaven’s breath” (1.6.5), where dawn is not dawn (2.4.6-9), 3.4.125-26), where Malcolm speaks “welcome and unwelcome things” (4.3.138), where a forest walks (4.1.93-94), and Macduff was born but not “of woman born” (5.8.15). Equivocation is a kind of universal drunkenness, as the Porter describes that condition:Factually accurate—perhaps informative—but a litany of quotes paraded past the reader as evidence for a theory about MacBeth as then-current political satire seems, well, tedious. Particularly when it is little more than single phrases divorced from plot, setting, or mood. The destruction of language as meaning: how it is frittered away at the edge of comprehensibility by those who comprehend and control power over the linguistic mutability inherent to politics, juxtaposed with those that weave the linguistic threads that make up the very fabric of fates within theatrical productions—there’s the historical narrative I wanted, the narrative Politics as Theater in Shakespeare’s Time implied. Perhaps those expectations were unreasonable. The attention-grabbing title and potent subtitling being so far off from the meat of the text left me disillusioned and a smidge resentful towards a genuinely acceptable book.Much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him, and it mars him; it sets him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him, and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep and giving him the lie, leaves him. [2.3.31-36]
When Tuccia [vestal virgin] of Rome was accused of having broken her vow of chastity, she prayed to her tutelary goddess: “If, Vesta, the hands I use to touch your sacred objects have always remained chaste, let me carry water in this sieve from the Tiber to your temple.” To show that Elizabeth was as pure as Tuccia, she was painted holding a sieve in the Siena portrait (c. 1580) and in the Madresfield portrait (c. 1585). She also held a sieve-shaped jewel in the Charlecote portrait (c. 1590), which indicates that the symbol was familiar enough for a courtier to have given her a special gift in that form.You learn something specific about paintings, about Elizabeth, and about allegorical depictions of historical figures. It tempts the mind into a space of fantastical wonder and possibility, as myth and history collide in a dazzling clash of beauty and art. But it simply doesn’t go anywhere. That’s a Wikipedia article, not a book. There is no grand thesis, no undercurrent that ties each chapter to the next, nor propels the reader anywhere, let alone through the book at anything faster than a cludgy amble.
Elizabethan jousts were as much political propaganda as the Attic festivals had been. Ambassadors from the great powers and key cities like Venice—attuned to court gossip, as their dispatches show—regularly attended these events. In fact, Elizabeth and James put on special jousts for visiting royalty and their representatives. There they would have seen the prominent champions of the war party mounting pageants in favor of military action. Sir Henry Lee, the master of the Royal Armory, ran the show. Protestants in the Earl of Leicester’s circle starred in shows meant to be bristling with threats. Diplomatic gossips stressed desired propaganda points—that the queen wanted peace, but she had trouble controlling her warlike subjects. She could let others present a threat while offering herself as a necessary corrective for it. It was one of her shrewdest maneuvers. Shakespeare’s Mark Antony threatens to “cry ‘Havoc!’” and let slip the dogs of war. Elizabeth was seen as constantly crying, “Danger!” and reining in the dogs of war. There was a use for tournaments after all, not as preparation for wars but as prophylactic of them. All the expense and trouble of the shows were what Alcibiades called a “shrewd wastefulness.” (ouk akhrestos anoia).It goes beyond rote pedantry and applies insight; pageantry can draw from both contemporary literature and the historical page to affect a political sphere. A full novel like this would hum, drawing the reader through a doubled scrim veil of textualized reality: past events are recorded into words that alter the world; those impacted events, recorded—again—in words are now doubly attenuated from the originals but still impactful to a modern reader viewing them through the fixed perspective of the printed text on the pages of Making Make-Believe Real.