Tuesday, 29 May 2012

Narrative, desire and the death-instinct


                               ‘Desire is death’ – William Shakespeare

When we read narrative fiction do we, as readers, want the knowledge of our own death? We do according to Walter Benjamin. His argument is that because we are denied that in our real lives we seek it from narrative. We are searching for the total comprehension of what went before. What drives us through the desire to read on is the anticipation of that act of retrospection. As we read on we read meanings that only become final at the very end. When we look at it like that we can understand the subconscious things we do as readers of narrative fiction. The act of flipping back through the book to re-read parts that suddenly take on a new meaning or level of significance. The way we can read a book several times and actually come away with something new each time that maybe we missed in previous readings. As Peter Brooks discusses in Reading for the Plot ‘Anticipation of restrospection is our chief tool in  making sense of narrative: we read on in confident dependence on the idea that what remains to be read will end in restructuring the provisional meanings of what we’ve already read’.

Brooks also believes that the reading of the plot is a form of desire. The reader has a duplication of the desire of the protagonist of the story. This links back to Freud’s work Beyond the Pleasure Principle. His theory was that there is always a psychic battle going on within each of us between the pleasure principle – eros – and the death instinct – thanatos. His argument is that yes, we all wish to gather separate beings in one totality but we also all want to return to a state of peace. Brooks believes that this battle is played out again in the act of reading. The last page of a book is both a moment of fulfillment and a moment of death. Both the pleasure principle and the death instinct together. The French saying for orgasm is ‘la petite mort’ which translated means ‘the little death’. Roland Barthes, theorist and literary critic once used this concept to describe the feeling you should get when reading great literature.

How death and desire exist together in a narrative was looked at by Dennis De Rougemont in his book Love in the Western World. He looks at love stories like Romeo and Juliet and traces them back to what he calls the origins of this kind of story,‘Tristan and Isolde’ an ancient Celtic story (on a side note the 2006 film version of Tristan and Isolde is well worth a look). Their love can never be satisfied and can only end with their death. He explores the founding myth of love – does love actually want the obstacles that are thrown in its way because what love actually wants is death? Is this where the idea in Western culture comes from that the truest love ends in death? The ultimate sacrifice and the noblest end. Jonathan Dollimore explores De Rougemont’s work in his book Death, Desire and Loss in Western Culture when talking about Tristan and Isolde ‘Parting is an obstruction, and the passion of the two lovers creates such obstructions because these are what it really wants. And behind the desire for obstruction is the desire for death, which passion ultimately serves’. He also looks at Romeo and Juliet in depth and he views this as a good example of death and desire bound together ‘That this is a play about the paradoxical binding together of desire and death is clear enough: in the Prologue the passion of the young lovers is described as a “death-marked love”’. It is clear when reading this play that desire and death are threaded together throughout the narrative side by side before reaching the climactic end. Dollimore’s take on the ending is also very interesting ‘It has been said that Romeo, when he incites ‘love-devouring death’ (II.v.7), is desiring and not defying death, and that his belief that Juliet is dead in the tomb is less the cause of his own suicide than the excuse for it’. Death and desire become as one and it is hard to find where one exists without the other or where one starts and the other begins. 

Thursday, 3 May 2012

The Lonely Prince


One beautiful day in a faraway land, a young prince stood looking out of his castle. He was a fine prince, fair of face and with a gentle nature. He enjoyed living in his land which his parents, the king and queen, ruled fairly. The family were beloved by their subjects and the kingdom lived in harmony. The prince was not entirely happy though, for he had one question he could not answer - where was his princess? It was the law of the land that his wife must be a princess. He met many girls, beautiful and royal of birth but still, he knew that he would know in his heart when he found his true princess.

The king and queen, who loved their son dearly, knowing that this would complete his happiness, decided to help by throwing a ball and inviting all the princesses from the nearby lands. The prince was so excited, he felt sure this would finally be his time. He ran to tell his dearest friend Rosa the news. Rosa was a maid at the castle; she had been found alone in the woods crying as a child and the king and queen, kind as they were, had taken her to the castle and allowed her to live as a maid servant. The prince and Rosa had grown up playing together and he trusted her with all his hopes and dreams. He found her, as usual in the cellar scrubbing the floors. He looked at her fondly, in her maid’s uniform, covered in dirt ‘Oh dear Rosa, I have such exciting news! I am to find my princess at last!’ and with that he told her all about the plans for the ball. Rosa smiled sweetly at her prince for she was happy for him but when he left she allowed herself just one tear, for she loved the prince herself and knew that when he found his princess he would be lost to her forever. True love as it is though; she would place his happiness above her own.

The day of the ball came and the prince was so excited, he did not know how to pass the time until that night. After being fitted for his grand suit he decided to ride his horse for a while. He stayed out longer than he thought and before he knew it he was late! Alas, on his haste to ride back to the castle he tore his new suit on a hanging branch. As he rode back into the castle grounds he saw Rosa carrying some milk across the courtyard. She saw the look of dismay on his face and rushed at once to him ‘What is it my prince?’ she exclaimed, ‘Oh Rosa I have torn my new suit and the ball is about to start, there is no time to get the tailor to repair the suit! How will I meet my princess like this?’ The prince rested his head in his hands. ‘Fear not my prince, I can mend your suit, here pass me the jacket and I will get some thread’ and just like that Rosa quickly and deftly mended the prince’s jacket until it was as good as new. ‘Oh Rosa, what would I do without you? You are always there just when I need you!’ the prince beamed and then raced off to the ball and the waiting princesses.

As he arrived at the ballroom and looked around, he was astonished at the array of beautiful princesses in their colourful gowns and opulent jewels. He felt dizzy as he was swept around the room and introduced to more and more of them. Why yes, he thought to himself that they were indeed very beautiful princesses, but not the most beautiful he had ever seen. And yes, certainly they were very amiable and pleasing in manner but their company did not give him the joy that he knew his princess’s would. He felt more and more forlorn as the night wore on. How did he know these feelings he was so sure of feeling for his princess? How could he know that they did not have what he was looking for? Then he realised....Rosa! It is Rosa’s beauty, wisdom and kindness he was searching for all this time. He ran from the ball to her and confessed his feelings and his despair at knowing he could not be with her. As much as he loved Rosa, and he now realised how much he did, he could not marry a maid servant and go against his family and the law! His tears of sadness and her tears of joy at realising his love for her mingled and before them appeared a fairy king and queen. Thus it was revealed that Rosa, as a young fairy princess, had seen the prince as a sweet young boy and fallen so in love with him that she begged her parents to let her be human so she could be with him. They had acquiesced and let her grow up in the castle as a human girl. At learning she was indeed a princess and they could be married, the prince was too happy for words. He had his princess all along and he did not need to find her, for she had found him.

                                                THE END