Othello

I hate reviewing Shakespeare (as if I were qualified to criticize The Bard), but I have finished a third reading of Othello and no one gives us more to ponder and dissect than he does. I never read Shakespeare without saying to myself, “now how did I not see that before?”

This is obviously a story concerned with race. Othello is a Moor and as such the only black man present in the play and a representative of the unusual and unknown to his contemporaries. His marriage to Desdemona is spoken of as being “against nature” many times throughout the play and even Othello himself wonders at Desdemona’s willingness to go contrary to “nature.” The reason for his opposition to the marriage, as stated by her father, is:

and she, in spite of nature,
Of years, of country, credit, every thing,
To fall in love with what she feared to look on!
It is a judgment maim’d and most imperfect
That will confess perfection so could err
Against all rules of nature,...

While Othello is able to restrict himself to being a general and a statesman, he flourishes and prospers; it is only when he steps beyond the bounds and marries outside his race that chaos ensues and he is unable to think clearly. He is lead by the nose by an obviously inferior man in Iago, a man who could have never persuaded him against his own knowledge or instinct in choosing a battlefield or conducting a naval maneuver.

I found myself wondering if this had very little to do with Othello’s color and taking this one step further and wondering if it was not meant to be a commentary on class views and restrictions at large. The perils of stepping outside one’s class, outside one’s station, outside the duties to which one was born, could be extreme in this time. Desdemona twarts her father and society in general in her marriage. She rejects suitors who would have been more appropriate in terms of money and position for love of this man. The result is catastrophic--her death, the death of her father, the destruction of Othello. These are not star-crossed lovers, the fates do not destroy them, they destroy themselves. They choose.

As villians go, Iago is one of Shakespeare’s worst. Like MacBeth he is driven by ambition and envy; unlike MacBeth he attacks the weakest and most innocent and feels no tinge of remorse. This is betrayal, but the battle here is clearly between good and evil themselves.

So will I turn her virtue into pitch,
And out of her own goodness make the net
That shall enmesh them all.

His misogyny is evident in his own words to both his wife and Desdemona, and destroying her, along with Othello, is no doubt a bonus for him. He is a written warning to suspect the sycophant and avoid the malicious gossip. And, yet, as so often he does, Shakespeare puts words of insight and wisdom into his mouth.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on: that cuckold lives in bliss
But, O, what damned minutes tells he o’er
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects yet strongly loves!

One wonders why everything else Iago says is gold to Othello’s ears, but this piece of advice he allows to sweep over him and die, just as Iago intends.

Again, it is Iago who says:

Who steals my purse steals trash; ‘tis something, nothing;
Twas mine, ‘tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed.

Of course, Iago knows, for it is Othello’s good name that he is intent upon stealing, and he succeeds in doing so. In the process, he brings destruction upon himself, just as he predicts, for his efforts, rather than enriching him, cost him all.

It is difficult sometimes to put oneself into the Elizabethan audience and not bring modern day sensibilities to the reading. There was no prejudice against Othello, per se. He was esteemed and recognized for his prowess and intelligence; he was valued as a leader, and the Duke is quick to say his own daughter might have been drawn to Othello’s story and to love him. He is never vilified, as Sherlock is in The Merchant of Venice, for being of a lesser ethnic group. What happens to him is a kind of madness. It is a perception of social order being broken that causes the strife. Nature does not intend the match and nature cannot be defied. While few of us would agree with the premise that this marriage was unnatural in any way, it would have been accepted as such by the Elizabethans--not as wrong but as too unorthodox. Perhaps, in a broader sense, it is a tale about wanting what one should not have and losing everything in an effort to attain and hold it.


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DNF p.142. I think if I had been familiar with the play and plot before this would have been okay. I like graphic novels but for Shakespeare it doesn't work for me. I do hope other people benefit from this format especially as a means of exposure to Shakespeare.

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