Mostrando entradas con la etiqueta iago. Mostrar todas las entradas
Mostrando entradas con la etiqueta iago. Mostrar todas las entradas

sábado, 17 de enero de 2026

SHATTERED FABLES - TSQ-IV (AND FROZEN AND OTHELLO)

Since The Midnight Archives is on hiatus, I have moved to another podcast in the same genre: Shattered Fables. Notably, the Fourth Story/Clever Princess subplot is centre stage and COMPLETELY GUTTED here, as a critique of courtly/intellectual society and analyzing this character's strengths and flaws, hinting that she may be neurodivergent (like Yours Truly) being a collection of data, but not integrated or experienced... and adding the what if...? her silver-tongued prince were actually a dishonest psychopath ready to betray her once he won her over - like Hans in Frozen - or mind-controlled by such a psychopath - like Othello, by Iago -, Andersen gives his subplot a happy ending, but peel the paint and discover what could have been!

the world of intellect and society represented by the prince and the princess. 

A new prince has just come to the kingdom, and this prince has married a princess who is terribly clever. She had read all the newspapers in the world and forgotten them again. She was that clever. She announced that she would marry any man who could speak well for himself. Not just someone who looked important. Suitors came in droves, but they were all intimidated by her intelligence and the grandeur of the court, but one young man, a poor boy, came along who was not intimidated. He was witty and charming, and he spoke as well as the princess. They fell in love and were married. And ... this clever young prince might be Kai. He had arrived alone in simple clothes just as Kai might have.

This seems promising, but look at the subtext. This is a story about social climbing through intellect. The princess is not valued for her goodness, but for her cleverness. The prince is not valued for his character, but for his wit. This is Andersen commenting on the world of the salons and the courts that he had so desperately wanted to join. A world where cleverness was a currency, where a sharp silver tongue could win you a princess. He is also subtly continuing the theme of the cold heart. The princess's defining trait is that she has read everything and forgotten it. Her knowledge is vast, but it is not integrated. It is a collection of data, not wisdom from experience (could she be autistic, being a human Wikipedia?). It is another form of the flawless snowflake. 

 ... to help ... sneak into the palace to see if the prince is Kai... has a position at court and can get them in through a back door. They sneak in at night. The palace is grand and imposing. They creep through the halls, up the grand staircase. They finally reach the royal bedchamber. The prince and princess are asleep. Gerda creeps closer. She holds up her lamp. She sees the prince's neck. And it is not Kai. Her hope is utterly crushed. She lets out a little cry. 

The prince and princess wake up. They are not angry. They are kind (DK: gode). They listen to her story. They are moved by her loyalty and her courage. They represent the best of the civilized world. They are intelligent, compassionate, and generous. They give Gerda new clothes, warm boots, a muff, and a magnificent golden coach to help her on her journey. 
They are good people, but they are part of a system. They are insulated by their wealth and their status. They can offer charity, but they cannot truly understand the brutal world that Gerda must travel through. The golden coach is a perfect symbol of this. It is a wonderful gift, a piece of their gilded world. But in the wilderness, in the lawless places Gerda is heading, a golden coach is not a help. It is a target. And so Gerda leaves the palace dressed like a little lady riding in a golden coach with a postillion and footman. She is leaving the realm of civilized society and she is about to enter the third and most terrifying stage of her journey, the world of the robbers. 

The coach drives into a dark forest. The gold glitters in the gloom and it attracts attention. Robbers see it. 
"Gold, gold," they cry. They attack the coach. They kill the postillion, the coachman, and the footmen.  
... into the robbers's den. This is the absolute antithesis of the princess's palace. The robbers's castle is a ruin, full of smoke and grime. Ravens and crows fly out of the holes in the walls. Great bulldogs leap around a fire where deer are roasting on a spit. The little robber girl has a menagerie (a zoo) of captive animals, a hundred pigeons and a reindeer all tied up. She and Gerda lie down to sleep on a bed of straw. 

The civilized world of the prince and princess for all its kindness could not help her. Their knowledge derived from newspapers was useless. True knowledge, the knowledge of the wild places and the hidden things comes from the outcasts, the victims, the captive animals who see things from a different perspective. 

This section of the story (Fifth Story, Robber Maiden) is a brutal refutation of the Romantic idea of the noble savage. The robbers are not Romantic rebels. They are damaged, dangerous people. Criminals. Their world is not free. It is a prison of violence. Andersen is showing his readers the real cost of poverty and social collapse. He is rubbing their noses in the ugliness that their comfortable Victorian homes were designed to ignore. Imagine being a wealthy Copenhagen (or Gothenburg) mother in 1844 (when The Snow Queen was released), reading this story to your children by the fire. You have just read about the kind prince and princess, a world you understand. Now you are confronted with the robber maiden, a child who sleeps with a Bowie knife, a child who expresses love by biting. This is not escapism. This is social commentary disguised as a fairy tale. 

... the distraction of worldly society, the palace, and the horror of worldly violence, the robbers's den. ... the limitations of civilized society, the palace, ... the casual murder of the coachman, ...

The danger of a society that values cleverness over kindness.

(Nothing said about the honeymoon of the prince and princess in the finale in this version!)

(Mind blown! The Fourth Story subplot, this "world of intellect and high society," - a satire of social climbing? Is the prince lying? When he wins her through his clever liveliness, is he being honest or not? --Think of Hans in Frozen! Disney split the prince in half; the dashing and charming, witty and extraverted Hans --a psychopath-- and the modest and sincere Kristoff in worn deerskins, more introverted but a diamond in the rough. Or if he is sincere, he could be mind-controlled by a psychopath, a court being a nest of snakes --Othello, Iago, I am looking at you!--)
Also the fact that she has read a lot but has not integrated anything, all vast theory and no wisdom, a vast collection of data but no experience (she's not only a human Wikipedia, but a female Cassio --another favourite character-- "mere prattle without practice"), resounds with me... both due to this (neurodivergence?) and other factors (youth, wealth, isolationism), they are both intelligent, altruistic, generous, and compassionate, but insulated, out of touch with the outside world ("ivory tower" syndrome) - though they have the best intentions, their knowledge gleaned from newspapers, for all its kindness, is useless in the criminal underworld - that Rococo carriage is a TARGET, it attracts the robbers' attention, they massacre the entourage.
This subplot is called "the world of intellect and society," "the distraction of worldly society," and "the limitations of civilized society..." beyond the adventure story's romantic (with a lower-case r, related to love) subplot, there is a critique of a society that distracts and that is detached from the outside world, an ivory tower, a collection of data and vast knowledge ("mere prattle without practice") but not integrated and bereft of experience, and therefore useless in a hostile outside world, despite its best intentions. There are connections to both Othello and Frozen, to the dark side of this high society that values cleverness over both kindness (something negative) and appearances (something positive), cleverness above all, where cleverness is a currency, a commodity, and where a little silver-tongued clever liveliness can win you a mate who may be your intellectual equal... but peel the paint and have your mind blown - the Clever Princess was lucky, but she could have been, like Anna her Disney counterpart, deceived by a snake in the grass! Or, like Desdemona, murdered by a husband who is sincere, but mind-controlled by a snake in the grass! Read between the lines...

miércoles, 26 de noviembre de 2025

IAGO, THE DARK LORD (Mythos of Autumn, N. Frye)

(From Northrop Frye's The Mythos of Autumn, his theory of tragedy)

A tragic counterpart to the vice or tricky slave may be discerned in the soothsayer or prophet who foresees the inevitable end, or more of it than the hero does, like Teiresias. A closer example is the Machiavellian villain of Elizabethan drama, who, like the vice in comedy, is a convenient catalyzer of the action because he requires the minimum of motivation, being a self-starting principle of malevolence. Like the comic vice, too, he is something of an architectus or projection of the author's will, in this case for a tragic conclusion. " I limned this night-piece," says Webster's Lodovico, "and it was my best." Iago dominates the action of Othello almost to the point of being a tragic counterpart to the black king or evil magician of romance (epic). (The term "black king" by Frye equals what we now call "Dark Lord" ie your Saurons, your Voldemorts, your Palpatines, etc.) The affinities of the Machiavellian villain with the diabolical are naturally close, and he may be an actual devil like Mephistopheles (in Faust), but the sense of awfulness belonging to an agent of catastrophe can also make him something more like the high priest of a sacrifice (Northrop Frye).

Frye gives here much food for thought about the Machiavellian villains of tragedy, of which Iago is the prototype:

  1. Machiavellian villain as convenient catalyst of the action because he requires the minimum of motivation, being a self-starting principle of malevolence (compare Loki in Norse myths or Satan in Paradise Lost)
  2. Machiavellian villain as the tragic, autumnal counterpart to the Dark Lord (black king, in Frye's terms) of epic, the Mythos of Summer: Iago dominates the action to the point of being a tragic counterpart to Voldemort or Palpatine (Ian McDiarmid, Palpatine's actor, was inspired by Iago!)
  3. Machiavellian villain's affinity with the demonic / infernal - he may be literally demonic, like Mephisto (Iago uses a lot of infernal imagery, that he spreads to Othello)
  4. Machiavellian villain as agent of catastrophe, with a sense of awfulness (inspiring awe), similar to a high priest
  5. Machiavellian villain as architectus or projection of the author's will (Iago of Shakespeare's, Satan of Milton's, Mephisto of Goethe's). In a sense, the Machiavellian villain is an avatar of the author (though a different, more sinister kind of avatar than Rohan Kishibe, Jo March, or Hermione Granger).

jueves, 23 de octubre de 2025

WE SHOULD TALK ABOUT IAGO (GO, GO, GO)

 WE SHOULD TALK ABOUT IAGO (GO, GO, GO)

A Filk by Sandra Dermark

written the 23rd of October, 2025

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DESDEMONA (GHOST):

We should talk about Iago, go, go, go

We should talk about Iago

For...

It was my wedding day

OTHELLO (GHOST):

It was our wedding

DESDEMONA (GHOST):

We were getting ready and there wasn't a cloud in the sky

OTHELLO  (GHOST):

No clouds allowed in the sky

DESDEMONA (GHOST)

Iago walks in, with a mischievous grin

OTHELLO (GHOST):

Thunder!!!

DESDEMONA (GHOST)

You're telling the story, or am I?

OTHELLO (GHOST):

I'm sorry, my darling, go on...

DESDEMONA (GHOST):

Iago says it looks like strife

OTHELLO (GHOST)

Why did he tell us?

DESDEMONA (GHOST):

In doing so, it cuts like a knife

OTHELLO (GHOST):

And I'm one of those clingy fellows...

DESDEMONA (GHOST)

My spouse wound up taking my life!

OTHELLO (GHOST)

What a tragic day, but anyway

we don't talk about Iago!

*****************

EMILIA:

Grew to live in fear of Iago's plotting and his scheming

I could always hear him sorta not exactly seeming

I associate him with the sound of hissing snakes

hss, hss, hss,

It's a heavy lift, with him always teaming

Always kept everyone of their nightmares dreaming

grappling with intrigues when he your psyche overtakes

Do you have what it takes?

************

SHAKESPEARE:

An icy blue gaze, dagger at his side,

when he's got you fazed, you can't fight the tide

yes, he sees your worst dreams and feasts on your screams...

EVERYONE:

We don't talk about Iago!

************************

RODERIGO (GHOST):

He told me my girl would leave,

the next day, wed!

CASSIO:

He told me I'd lose my rank,

and that's what he said!

EVERYONE:

That's what he said!

OTHELLO (GHOST):

He told me my wife would be unfaithful

and thus, now we're both dead...

EVERYONE:

Your fate is sealed,

and your world turned on its head!

**************

CASSIO:

He told me that the life of my dreams

would be promised and someday be mine

He told me that I'd reclaim the rank

that I'd lost drinking much punch and wine

EMILIA:

Listen, Iago's on his way...

RODERIGO (GHOST):

He told me that the girl of my dreams

would be just out of reach,

she'd marry another...

Like I can hear him now...

CASSIO:

Hey you, 

I want not a sound out of you!

EMILIA:

Go Iago,

Go, no go go Iago,

I really need to know about Iago,

give me the truth, and the whole truth, Iago!

LUDOVICO:

Desdemona, your boyfriend's here!

EVERYONE:

Time for supper!

(Everyone sings their parts in a madrigal)

We should talk about Iago, go go go

We should talk about Iago!

sábado, 12 de abril de 2025

VERDI'S OTELLO IN THE LEGEND OF HOLLY CLAUS

 She lifted her chin defiantly and changed the subject. “What are we hearing tonight?”

Otello.” He shrugged. “Not quite as cheerful an evening as I had hoped, though de Reszke is sure to be good.”

Holly turned to him, delighted. “But this is wonderful!” she exclaimed.

“I have always longed to hear one of Maestro Verdi’s operas! And they say this is among his greatest!”

He looked at her alertly. “Where do you come from, child? How is it that you know of Verdi, but have never heard even one of his operas? The old man’s written such a pile of them; they would seem unavoidable.”

“Where I come from—” stammered Holly, blushing a little as she tried to find words. “It’s very—very—forested, and there aren’t any opera houses.” She lifted her eyes to his and realized with surprise that he didn’t believe her and he didn’t care. His mouth was stretched into an odd smile.

He turned his head away and said, very softly, “Oh, how I am going to enjoy this evening.”

“And so am I,” said Holly.

It was all so grand. The humming crowd, the ladies like gauzy butterflies, the lavish golden ceiling where muses wafted on gilded clouds, the whole bubbling world of it entered her blood like champagne.

Catching sight of the most majestic of all the society queens, she leaned forward to touch Mr. Hartman’s arm. “Look at her! Is that a belt of diamonds?” she whispered. “She can’t possibly breathe!”

Secretively she looked in his direction, distracted by the sight of him removing a pair of opera glasses from the pocket of his evening jacket. He sat back in his seat, obviously prepared to enjoy the opera. She realized with relief and regret that he had not seen her. After a short internal struggle, she lifted her head.

Soon she had forgotten everything but the music. The story of Othello and Desdemona unfolded, and Holly was lost in the inexorable tide of the characters’ fates, watching with fascinated horror as the heart of Othello was dismantled by Iago for the sport of it. So intent was Holly upon the tragedy before her that the intermission, when it came, seemed a rude interruption. She looked around hazily, and Hunter Hartman, whose interest in the proceedings onstage appeared to be limited, smiled at her confusion.

“Do you care to take a turn in the lobby? Or shall I bring you an ice?”

“Oh no!” said Holly vehemently “I don’t want anything but for it to begin again! It’s wonderful! Aren’t the voices beautiful?”

“No. You are.”

She ignored him and stared at the dropped curtain. “I never imagined it would be so exciting,” she murmured. “It makes me shiver.” She held up a trembling hand.

Her relief, however, was short-lived; from then on the terrible descent of Othello was almost more than she could stand. When the villain ground the fallen hero under his heel, Holly had to tear her eyes away. She glanced at her boxmate. He was more absorbed in this spectacle than in any other the opera had provided, and he seemed to know the music well, for he swayed in time to Iago’s taunts.

The last mournful strains of song finished, and the house erupted into crashing applause. Holly, clapping fervently, stole another look at the nearby box. It was empty.

It was a small world, the one that glittered so brightly. The same elegant women and men who had occupied the boxes of the opera house now swept toward the cream and gold brocade seats of Delmonico’s. They stopped to chat here and there, leaning confidentially down to receive or dispense gossip, laughing in low voices, extending a well-kept hand in greeting.

martes, 22 de agosto de 2023

VICTOR HUGO ON OTHELLO

 #OthElokuu

Victor Hugo - Excerpt from William Shakespeare

Translated by Sandra Dermark

22nd of August, MMXXIII

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Who or what is Othello? A beautiful fatal figure! Othello is the darkness of night. This darkness loves the light of day. That is why the Moor loves the fair Desdemona. She is the light and the madness of Othello. How easy it is for him to be jealous! Othello is great, august, he has for an entourage bravery in battle, banners, clangour, fame, glory, and the splendour of one hundred battles... But his skin is dark. And how easy it is for the hero to become a savage monster! How easy for darkness and death to understand one another!

By the side of Othello, the darkness of night, we have Iago, who is Evil. Evil is another form of darkness. The night is only the darkness of Earth, but Evil IS the darkness of the spirit. What darkness that which is sired by wickedness and lies! Isn't it the same to let black ink flow on the page or to let black treachery course through one's veins? Whoever has seen pretenses and wickedness from up close knows. One walks carefully with a liar. Pour out hypocrisy at the crack of dawn, and you will surely blot out the Sun. That has happened to God with corruption of the various Churches.

Iago, by Othello's side, is the chasm by the slippery slope. "Here," whispers the snare set to blindness. The wicked shows the path to the black. Deception is in charge of giving the light that fails to darkness. Jealousy has lies for pathfinders. What a terrible spectacle to behold the dark Othello and the traitor Iago fighting whiteness and purity! The two incarnations of the eclipse conspire, one of them roaring and the other smiling, in order to attain the tragic disappearance of the light.

Othello is the darkness of night. Probe these depths. Being the darkness of night and wanting to kill, what is his weapon of choice? Poison, morningstar, axe, blade? No, it's the PILLOW. To kill is to put to sleep. Maybe Shakespeare himself was not aware of what he did. Such IS the force and such the reality of character types, that their creator gets carried away by them. And thus, Desdemona, united to the darkness-man, dies stifled by the pillow in which she received both his first kiss and her last dying breath.





domingo, 30 de abril de 2023

MY FAVOURITE QUOTES FROM LITERATURE

MY FAVOURITE QUOTES FROM LITERATURE

On reading:

"A reader lives a thousand lives before dying. The one who has never read lives only one."

Jojen Reed (by George R.R. Martin)


On waiting:

"Pleasure and action make the hours seem short."

Iago (by William Shakespeare)


On phobias:

"A phobia is a silliness you can’t control and it is a very frightening thing to have."

Eva Ibbotson


On casuality:

"No one can escape being blown about by the winds of change and chance."

Jethro (High Priest of Midian)


On first impressions:

“I don't know if you've ever noticed this, but first impressions are often entirely wrong.” 

Lemony Snicket


On how to commence a story:

"All right, let us begin; and when we have reached the end of our story, we shall know so much more than we already know!"

H.C. Andersen


On altered states:

"The best of life is but intoxication."

Lord Byron


On translation:

"Without translation, we would inhabit parishes bordering on silence; only in the imperfection of translation can art and thought truly manifest."

George Steiner

domingo, 23 de abril de 2023

SOME SNIPPETS OF MANGA SHAKESPEARE - OTHELLO


 As I promised, the snippets of Ryuta Osada's Othello (grabbed in Norway in my teens) for Shakespeare Day this year!

If she paid as much lip service to me as she does to you...



Courtesy my @$$! There was something randier behind that...

We must take him out of the picture! Now he has a really short fuse when he's drunk...




For maybe my wife had an affair...


The thought dissolves my insides like arsenic... why?






Good Lieutenant, it's not 10 pm yet and I have a quarter gallon with our names on it.... whaddya say?




To the point of confusing left and right. Can he walk in a straight line?





Iago lies: "Always like this before he goes to sleep."


Now let the fight begin!

He is clearly berserk

Roderigo said Cassio was drunk, and this hullaballoo started.

LIEUTENANT, HOLD!!! You will be shamed forever!



It hurts, but the punishment has to come: "Cassio, I love thee, but nevermore be officer of mine."

"Are you hurt, Lieutenant?"
"Past all surgery!"



I would rather be despised than deceive so good a commander!

"Now listen: our General's wife is now the General. She'll help you to fit into your place again!"
"You advise me well!"

Goodnight, honest Iago!


Who says I play the villain? (This is the moment when he sings his Creed in Verdi's opera!)






Good morrow, Lieutenant!







...........................................................................................................................


The assassination attempt on Lieutenant Cassio




The leg wound! How long will he be conscious?






He's fainting... maybe they'll leave him for dead?


....................................................................
The truth revealed












Emilia dies in music, with Desdemona's last tune of the Green Willow




Now Cassio rules and is forgiven and Othello's successor!




Thar Joker-like face of Iago's contrasting with Othello's and Desdemona's serenity in death. THE END.



 Hope you liked Osada-sensei's take on the story.... If I can find anything more from the Manga Classics version, I will keep you informed!