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- Aug. 07, 1989: A Midsummer Night's Dream:The Sequel
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1989
- Aug. 07, 1989 Diane Sawyer:Is She Worth It?
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- <source>Time Magazine</source>
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- ESSAY, Page 66
- A Midsummer Night's Dream: the Sequel
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- <p>By Pico Iyer
- </p>
- <p> There has been so much talk of late of the cold war ending
- and the arms race receding, the whole geopolitical world
- shifting on its very foundations, that we have had little time
- to notice how quickly the battle of the sexes has been heating
- up. These, in fact, are hard times for lovers; in the age of
- AIDS and the palimony suit, an affair of the heart seems less
- a matter of chemistry than of medicine and law and politics. The
- pattern now, it appears, is boy meets girl (or sometimes boy),
- quizzes on sexual history, comes clean with an update on his own
- antisocial diseases and puts it all down in writing, for the
- lawyers. Precoital tristesse, in short. Shall I compare thee to
- a summer's day? O.K. But remember that in 1989, summer days are
- apt to be murky with smog, uncomfortably hot thanks to the
- greenhouse effect and filled with local sequels.
- </p>
- <p> What, then, one wonders on an idle summer evening, would
- the Shakespeare of Midsummer Night's Dream make of us, and what
- can we make of him? The first thing we notice when we see his
- play today is how little love has changed, with all its harsh
- geometry of triangles and unrequited passions; nor do we have
- any difficulty recognizing its evergreen cast of characters: the
- impatient suitor trying to persuade his girl to let him share
- her bed, the fair-weather swain shifting in an instant from
- rhapsody to rancor, the lovers plotting to escape a tyrannical
- father (only to find that they cannot so easily escape
- themselves). Puck, we realize, would make a dream host on The
- Love Connection, and the rude mechanicals, rehearsing "most
- obscenely and courageously," would surely be an instant hit on
- prime time. We recognize, too, that the malaprop artists'
- confusion of "paragon" and "paramour" is not an idle joke; the
- idealizing of love is as old as broken hearts.
- </p>
- <p> In some respects, the comedy of musical beds and drugs and
- knockabout buffoonery seems almost made for MTV. The scene of
- two young men playing mixed doubles with their interchangeable
- girlfriends would not seem strange to the kids in Bret Easton
- Ellis novels, who fall into bed with anyone at all, scarcely
- stopping to ascertain identity, or even sex. Titania's sudden
- passion for ass-headed Bottom seems almost natural in the age
- of Ecstasy, when someone who takes a tab of MDMA is liable to
- open her heart to the first person she sees. And Pyramus and
- Thisbe, wooing each other through a chink in a wall, might
- almost be model paramours -- paragons, in fact -- for the "safe
- sex" generation.
- </p>
- <p> Besides, "the course of true love never did run smooth," as
- Lysander observes, and in seeing the muddle of our own times we
- are apt to overlook the fact that it was ever so. Faithlessness
- was hardly patented by Cressida, and even in Shakespeare's day,
- the theaters were full of Roman numerals. Sequels follow
- sequels. Romeo, let us not forget, was a heartstrong adolescent
- unable to imagine any girl save Rosaline -- until he set eyes
- on Juliet; and Juliet was a 13-year-old upstart who roundly
- abused both her murdering Romeo and her devoted nurse.
- Shakespeare himself addresses some of his most heartfelt
- statements of love to a beautiful young man, and to a mysterious
- "dark lady" who was not his wife.
- </p>
- <p> Yet even though the heart may not have changed, the
- pressures and restrictions brought to bear on it have surely
- done so. The whole thrust of Shakespeare's play, after all, is
- that "lovers and madmen have such seething brains," that lovers,
- in short, are too full of folly, too much aflame, too rich in
- their imaginations. Nowadays, often, our problem seems just the
- opposite. Prudence makes us measure out our hearts with coffee
- spoons, and discretion is the better part of Valium. Love has
- always been a messy affair, and that is precisely why it cannot
- be easily legislated. Make romance a thing for lawyers, and
- callousness and shame turn into crime and punishment. Yet today
- we have girls suing their dates for standing them up, and
- star-crossed ex-lovers -- the former partners of William Hurt,
- Mike Tyson and Rock Hudson, to name but three -- counting the
- emotional cost in millions. Litigation means never having to say
- you're sorry.
- </p>
- <p> Technology, too, serves to make our liaisons more
- dangerous. Rob Lowe was apparently uncovered by a videotape,
- common-law suitors are often betrayed by photographs, and, in
- response to all this, more and more people choose to interface,
- date or even make love over the phone. If a modern Juliet were
- to try to reach her lover before feigning her own death, she
- might well hear, "Hi! This is Romeo! Nobody's here right now .
- . ."
- </p>
- <p> All this is not to suggest that caution is a bad thing:
- Romeo and Juliet died prematurely, after all. Romance has always
- included some degree of calculation. Indeed, the very notion of
- true love, according to many scholars, is a relatively recent
- invention; in most places, in most times, marriage has been a
- practical arrangement. Those who scoff at matrimonial ads in
- Indian papers may have few qualms about placing SWM notices in
- their local tabloids; a blind date is only an arranged marriage
- in potentia. If disease and collision liability have put a crimp
- in promiscuity, that may be all to the good. But just because
- love cannot be free, does it have to be so costly?
- </p>
- <p> Perhaps in the end, then, the thing that separates us most
- from Shakespeare is simply his belief in fairies who can solve
- all our confusions by going above the heads of lawmakers. The
- classic premise of comedy, and the ritual revelry from which it
- springs, is of a story that concludes with a vision of unity,
- of natural harmony. So, after all the lunacies and bumps of
- Shakespeare's starlit night are over, the spirits come down to
- put everything to right, and the lovers awaken with the morning
- lark only to suspect that it was all a dream. Love is blind, and
- its victims are mad, the poet suggests, but only for a night,
- a brief, forgetful spell. Perhaps even in 1600 that might have
- seemed an escapist thought; in 1989, however, a midsummer
- night's dream may be our best hope of a happy ending.
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