On “Henry V” and a Shakespearean Mother
As I wrote on Saturday, I asked a few people to
contribute pieces to this blog on their own experiences with Shakespeare, for a
week of commemorating his life and work, beginning on the 400th
anniversary of his death. This short work was sent to me by a friend of mine.
I would not
call myself an expert on Shakespeare’s works. In fact, my knowledge is limited
to the very basic grounds that we covered in high school. I was first
introduced to him when I was thirteen and watched Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo and Juliet. To be honest, the only
things that stuck out for me were a young Leonardo DiCaprio’s incredibly good
looks and a weird, irrational, and totally unrealistic love story. As I got to high
school, we covered the brief history of Shakespeare, “analysed” a few of his
sonnets, and read A Midsummer Night’s
Dream, Julius Caesar, Romeo and Juliet and Othello – the only one of the lot that
was mildly entertaining for a 16-year-old who found English class exhausting.
An appreciation did, however, start to build when we did Shakespeare In Love as a film study. I was intrigued by
Shakespeare’s “perceived” way of life and his influences. I started to become
interested – I wanted to know more. I wanted to know which plays were
represented and how they influenced the film.
We then, for
our matric set work, studied Henry V.
I went to a convent where most girls around me detested it. I loved it. It grew
to become my favourite Shakespeare and the first of his that I was able to
relate to. The lessons of leadership and how to deal with people were very
pertinent to me at that particular point of my life. I guess that Is the beauty
of Shakespeare. He was, and still is, able to strike a chord with everybody in
some way – each person must relate to at least one of his works.
My best experience
with Shakespeare, however, has everything to do with my mother. My mom was an
author and editor and an all-round literature nut. I’m the complete opposite.
Sport, to me, is what literature was to my mom and Maths was my favourite
subject. I struggled with English class in school but I had a burning desire to
do well. I spent hours, late nights, and early mornings, sitting with my mom,
going through and analysing Shakespeare’s work and I would sit there marvelling
at how intelligent, creative, and downright exceptional she was. She saw things
in Shakespeare’s work that I, and probably most people, would miss by a mile.
My mom has since passed on but that is a memory that I can hold onto forever
and it is a gorgeous one that brings the biggest smile to my face. That memory
is by far Shakespeare’s greatest gift to me.
Nine years
since my introduction to Shakespeare and 400 years since his death, I’d like to
think of myself as a little less of a philistine than I was in my high school
years. I’m a big appreciator of a good film, song or book and Shakespeare’s
influence is evident in almost all of it.
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