How mad is King Lear? What would happen if you read King Lear assuming that he is not really mad. Because after all, how do we define mad? What gives someone the authority to single someone out as mad. I will say that reading King Lear under the impression that Lear is not truly mad may give a skew reading; however, by doing so I must say that this has been the most poignant and touching reading of the semester to date.
So who is Lear? Let’s just list out some of the titles and then go further. He is the King of all of Britain. He is a Father. A Father of three daughters. A Father who is seemingly widowed. He is an old man. Lear is an old widower and father of three daughters AND the King of Britain. Sounds like he bit of a bit more than he could chew.
And yet, *alert- Rodney Dangerfield moment-*, where is the Respect!? Here is a man who has had a relatively peaceful and good reign as King, due to context clues, and yet his daughters, minus Cordelia, are conspiring to kill him.
In Act III, we see Lear break down. In an earlier post I show his scene of clarity and recognition to his downfalls as King when seeing the peasants. However, in ACT IV, the true theme of Lear is shown. Lear, and not just Lear, but Man facing his own Mortality. Lear works on so many levels it is difficult to weave them all together, but here is a small scale attempt:
When Gloucester casts himself from his imagined to be Cliffs of Dover in attempt to end his life, he lays on the ground and Lear enters. Gloucester, who parallels with Lear as a character, is himself an old man betrayed by a child who now lies in the muck of despair. Gloucester feels his mortality. He faces his own death and willing moves to it because he is a broken, blinded man, with seemingly nothing left to live for. But, again, here comes Lear, “fantastically dressed with wild flowers”.
Lear is in denial, “No, they cannot touch me for coining; I am the king himself”. Lear has an intense pride. One can see this from the beginning of the play. Yet, during the storm he has a moment of clarity. But again, as I am sure I will feel, and any Man may feel: in denial- of growing old, of death. Lear is beginning to realize, even his reign means nothing. And even if he, himself, does not realize this- the audience does, “When the rain came to wet me once, and the wind to make me chatter when the thunder would not peace at my bidding…They told me I was everything, ‘Tis a lie, I am not ague-proof”. Lear sees that he no longer has power. He doesn’t have power over the Wind, the Rain- of Nature. And Nature’s ultimate path: the road that always ends in death; it is the Lion King moment: the Circle of Life.
I will end on this train of thought, because this blog is becoming long, and I can only hope that this is the clear and hopefully powerful message that I think it is.
The Groundlings. Has anyone else thought of them while reading this play? This would blow their mind. Imagine them being in a moment of drunken clarity, watching this play. Here they are, peasants, poor alike and they are watching a King. A KING. They would probably kill their sister, mother, and wife to be Royalty that just touches a King. And now they are watching a play of a King, whose family is out to kill him, who realizes, that all the glory and grandeur of being a King is for naught. For Nothing. Lear is going to die, alone, and unloved. I can’t help but feel that this is a mighty, MIGHTY powerful message. The groundlings, myself included now amongst them, must have felt for at least a moment: maybe I don’t have it so bad. Shakespeare makes a King, a man. He makes him someone we can identify with, a father, a widower, a broken person, an old, dying man. I just can’t get over the intensity, the power of this message, of this theme, of Lear.
“When we are born, we cry that we are come To this great stage of fools. This’ a good block”