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A Year
in the Life of William Shakespeare: 1599 by James Shapiro
A
new kind of history "year book" has become somewhat popular
over the past twenty years or so. We have fairly popular books dedicated
to and named for 1066, 1688, and 1857. Books published last year
covered 1776 and 1599, the latter being James Shapiro's A Year
in the Life of William Shakespeare: 1599, the subject of this
review. I wonder if anyone has calculated what year we will have
a history book about each year of recorded history at this slow
but accelerating rate.
What accounts for the popularity of this recent genre of history
book? It certainly interests us to see a significant historical
phenomenon or issue played out in the context of a public's daily
life. Reading Kenneth Stampp's America in 1857, for instance,
allows us to observe the buildup to the Civil War through something
like a year's worth of newspaper stories. America in 1857 demonstrates
that slavery and Kansas's Lecompton constitution shared headlines
with that year's financial crisis and the Mormon's rebellion. Slavery,
therefore, did not exist in a political vacuum. As Jesus suggested
they might in another context, people were marrying and giving in
marriage right up to Fort Sumter and beyond. These year books help,
then, to make an issue or a phenomenon less theoretical by providing
the context of a selected year.
If the study of any concept or person needs the benefit of the historical
grounding these year books tend to offer, it is the study of William
Shakespeare. Shakespeare's plays usually are taught with only the
barest of historical context in high schools and colleges. This
context is given often as part of an introduction to a Shakespearean
play. Once the play itself is presented in earnest, of course, the
English professor or teacher settles in, and history is history.
Also, Shakespeare is often presented outside of a literary and historical
context if only because his rivals are usually relegated to other
units or courses in all but college English literature surveys.
Therefore, and befitting immortal words, Shakespeare's lines seem
to drop out of heaven like Melchizedek himself, having no father
or mother, no beginning of days or end of days. Except for the puzzling
diction (my ninth graders assume it is Old English) and the subject
matter of his histories, Shakespeare departs from most classrooms
no more connected with Queen Elizabeth's England than Charles Dickens
or T. S. Eliot.
The
classroom is not all to blame, since there are problems with understanding
Shakespeare in an historical context, at least in the way that we
are used to. We do know his beginning of days and his end of days,
but we don't know a lot about Shakespeare in between. Part of the
lack of information stems from the limited records of the era, and
part of this lack (as Shapiro surmises) may stem from Shakespeare's
care not to play out too much of his life in public. We know less
about Shakespeare than we do about fellow Elizabethan playwrights
Ben Jonson and Thomas Kyd, for instance.
Shakespeare's relative historical silence may have more to do with
his subtlety and brilliance than with his need to control the historical
record, according to Shapiro. Elizabeth's very active censors never
gave Shakespeare any trouble as far as we know. In contrast, what
we do know about Jonson and Kyd includes imprisonment and torture,
respectively, for their roles in writing plays Elizabeth's censors
found objectionable. Shapiro gives examples of how Shakespeare may
have gone to school on other writer's official troubles when writing
his own plays. In Julius Caesar, for instance, Shakespeare
appears to write with the knowledge of how John Hayward's history
of Henry IV was censored in 1599. Shakespeare may have been influenced
by this event in the care he took to undermine Brutus's treasonous
republican arguments elsewhere in the play. Shakespeare's developing
style also helped him with the censors. By the time he wrote Julius
Caesar in 1599, "the various strands of politics, character,
inwardness, contemporary events, even Shakespeare's own reflections
on writing, began to infuse each other," according to Shapiro.
Shapiro quotes some of Brutus's lines to demonstrate how they could
be read as a justification of tyrannicide as well as "a portrait
of a brooding intelligence struggling to understand itself."
Shapiro concludes that Shakespeare's wonderfully compressed style
and his ability to develop both sides of an intellectual argument
without seeming to endorse either were due in part to the subtlety
demanded by the relative lack of freedom of expression in Elizabeth's
England. Shakespeare, then, learned to play the fool to Elizabeth's
nuncle.
Because of the scant nature of the historical record, however, Shapiro's
focus on a single year seemed audacious to me as I began to read A Year in the Life of William Shakespeare. Yet Shapiro works
well with what he has, admits to conjecture when he spends pages
based on mere suppositions (e.g., if Shakespeare had indeed heard
Lancelot Andrewes's sermon, if Shakespeare had returned home to
Stratford-upon-Avon that fall), and exhibits no taste for novelty
against the strong circumstantial evidence that has led most historians
to orthodox conclusions about issues such as the authorship of the
Shakespearean canon or the nature of Shakespeare's business acumen
or marriage.
Of course, Shapiro reads the four plays Shakespeare was writing
or introducing at the end of 1588 or in 1599 with a fine-tooth comb
for the influence of current events and larger trends. He reads Henry V in part as a wistful end to an era of chivalry, also
marked in 1599 by the death of poet Edmund Spenser. He believes
that Julius Caesar was influenced by the very real fears
of assassination that Elizabeth faced that year. He finds As
You Like It to be a response in part to the advance notices
of rival playwright Jonson's Every Man Out of His Humour. Hamlet was influenced, Shapiro asserts, by the rise of both
secularism and the genre of the essay.
Shapiro brings off the year 1599 in England with a lucid writing
style and a good sense of drama. Like some of Shakespeare's plays, A Year in the Life of William Shakespeare opens with attention-getting
conflict. In the dead of night after a blizzard, armed men risk
a battle with Shakespeare's landlords and begin to dismantle a theatre
in order for Shakespeare's company to rebuild it elsewhere the following
spring as the famous Globe Theatre. Shapiro's book examines a number
of fascinating subplots (e.g., the threat of a fourth Spanish armada,
the rivalry among Elizabethan playwrights, Shakespeare's search
for a comic actor to replace Will Kemp), but returns at appropriate
times to the great unfolding plot of 1599: the Irish rebellion and
the related rise and fall of Robert Devereux, Earl of Essex. In
the process, Shapiro alternates chapters focused on national events,
Shakespeare's life, and Shakespeare's plays with something of the
seamlessness of Shakespeare's transitions among soliloquy, dialog,
and action.
Shapiro also mixes literary criticism and history to great effect,
especially in his discussion of Hamlet in the book's final three
chapters, and he makes great use of this new year book genre by
shuttling among biographic material, national events, and literary
and historic trends. Shapiro's Shakespeare is alive in his own time
as an intellectual, a patriot, a playwright, an actor, and a businessman.
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