by Larry Fyffe
In ‘Far From The Madding Crowd’, Thomas Hardy, with black humour abounding, romanticizes the values of Victorian country life by referencing the ancient mythology of the aristocratic Trojan War. The heroine of Hardy’s story is sexually attracted to, and marries, a rather amoral soldier named Troy. At the end of the story, she returns to her shepherd friend. He’s attuned to the workings of the natural world and has the good Christian name of Gabriel, the angel who appears to the Virgin Mary. The Realistic aspects of rural living take hold; she ceases her selfIsh indulgences and follows the human inclination to help one’s neighbour.
Time marches on, and the approach to literature known as the New Criticism comes to the fore; it has little regard for the economic, political, and sociological events happening in the era in which the literature being studied is written. Pseudo-Marxist New Historicism of the post-modern age reacts to the claimed ‘objectivity’ of the New Criticism and focuses on how subjective elements in both history and literature interact with one other.
The academic process used by the intelligentsia lends itself to satire and burlesque by writers and artists not only from within but especially by those from outside this social group. In effect, the approach is like a dragon that’s trapped in a capitalist cavern and is eating its own tail.
Back to ideology-driven mythology. Theseus is the wise and honourable ruler of Athens who gives the people of the city the right to govern themselves. He marries Phaedra who falls in love with her stepson. Theseus’ son loves danger, not woman, and he rejects her. Phaedra commits suicide but leaves a letter that tells her husband that his son violated her, and he believes it. The son is banished, and he gets killed. His father, needless to say, is heartbroken when he finds out the truth. Up to her old tricks, Aphrodite has put a spell on Phaedra in order to get back at Theseus’ son. He had the audacity to spurn the advances of the goddess of love and sex, known to the Romans as Venus.
The song below, examined through the mirror of the New Historical perspective, burlesques the above mythology, and derivatives formulated therefrom over time, by employing a mixture of what is usually considered ‘low’ art, and what is usually considered ‘high’ art:
Well, Phaedra with her looking glass Stretching out upon the grass She gets all messed up, and she faints That's 'cause she's so obvious, and you ain't (Bob Dylan: I Wanna Be You Lover)
In the following lyrics, though its relative moral outlook is put not asunder, the New Historicism with its disregard for what is considered by many to be ‘basic human nature’ is mocked:
I hurt easy, I just don't show it You can hurt someone, and not even know it The next sixty seconds could be an eternity Gonna get down low, gonna fly high All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie I'm in love with a woman who don't even appeal to me (Bob Dylan: Things Have Changed)
Below, the singer/songwriter, pretending to belong to a class that he isn’t, takes on a persona akin to that of a hobo from the times of the Great Depression:
I am a lonesome hobo Without family or friends Where one man's life might begin Is exactly where mine ends I have tried my hand at bribery, blackmail, and deceit And I've served time for everything 'Cept begging on the street (Bob Dylan: I Am A Lonesome Hobo)
The next song satirically inverts the capitalist creed that the economic structure provides the prospect of prosperity for everyone:
You never change your socks And the little streams of alcohol Come trickling down the rocks The brakemen have to tip their hats And the railway bulls are blind There's a lake of stew And of whiskey too .... In the Big Rock Candy Mountains (Pete Seeger: Big Rock Candy Mountain ~ traditional folk song)
The suppositions of New Historicism be summed up quite nicely in the following song; Christian values usurped and corrupted by the wealthy and powerful take a beating:
Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed Well, it may be the devil, and it may be the Lord Both you're gonna have to serve somebody (Bob Dylan: Gotta Serve Somebody)
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