I am happily surrounded by The Intelligentsia.
My husband Jeremy is extremely bright. So are all members of
our extended family. My friends are also highly intelligent.
I always befriend people smarter than me.
When I say smart in this context, I mean book smart and IQ
smart. I'm smart that way too. However, in a nutshell, I need more support than
my friends do around learning stuff.
It may seem that I am putting myself down. I am not.
There are multiple intelligences. What I may lack in numerical
skills I make up for in the humanities. I have a little more street smarts. The
common sense I possess is an endlessly applicable skill. I think I am off the
charts for creativity. I have emotional intelligence. I am a deep thinker. I
think well on my feet. If you have an emergency, you want me around.
I am self-aware. I don't imprint things as quickly as Jeremy
and some of my peers. I use notes and organization and electronics to help
myself so that my level of functioning is high. I call this scaffolding.
All of that said, I am often blown away by the sheer brain-power
of those I spend time with.
It is no accident that I surround myself with smart people.
Most of the time this is a good thing. But there are small things about it that
present some issues.
If you have enough smart people in one place, it is
inevitable that there will eventually be a movement afoot to go see some
Shakespeare.
Oftentimes, extremely intelligent people like nothing better
than going to see Shakespeare. If you are this smart, than chances are that
Romeo and Juliet is not your favorite Shakespeare play. In fact, every
extremely smart person I have met says that it is their least favorite and most problematic.
There are things that happen before the Shakespeare play.
There are things that happen during the play.
Before the play, smart people like reading a synopsis. They
are reading the synopsis either to refresh their memory because it's been quite
some time since they’ve read A Midsummer Nights Dream, or because it is a rare,
obscure work that no one has read.
If smart people are together before the Shakespeare play,
they will often gather around while one person reads the synopsis aloud.
During the actual performance, smart people pay close
attention and seem rapt. They will laugh uproariously at a witty turn of phrase
or the bawdy women. They don't mind the difficult plot turns. They don't mind
what looks like overacting. They don't mind the weird fake, shrill laughing the
actors are doing.
The most intelligent among us quote from Shakespeare
spontaneously from an enormous bank of memorized phrases to fit the real life
situation. It can be a bit startling because one minute you're having a normal
conversation about dinner and the next someone is speaking very fancifully.
I'm going to come clean. I am not a fan of Shakespeare. But
there is one play of his that I really like. That play is Romeo and Juliet.
This was assigned reading in 10th grade English. When I read
it at home, I couldn't make heads or tails of it. But when we read it in class,
with discussion and livening up from the teacher Ms. Hughes, that really made a
connection.
The English teacher was also the drama teacher. She'd get up
on the desks and act out all the parts. We got to go on a field trip for a
screening of Zefferelli’s screen adaptation. Since we were watching with a Catholic
school class, the projectionist covered up Romeo's naked butt.
There is nothing like going to see 15 year old Olivia Hussey
in Romeo and Juliet when you are in fact 15 years old. She is my age and she is
having a relationship.
I have built up an extremely positive relationship with
Romeo and Juliet because of school and other reasons.
On the same day as the field trip, my next-door neighbor who
became our across-the-street-neighbor had a baby girl after having three boys.
The dad was driving down the street a little recklessly with excitement and
pulled over to tell me the news. He said that the doctor played a trick on him
and initially told him the baby was a boy.
I knew my life was about to change because every time our
next-door/across-the-street-neighbors had a baby, I'd spend as much time at
their house as possible.
I think that more smart people probably love Romeo and
Juliet but no one wants to admit it.
You will never see me more bored than before and during a
Shakespeare play. It starts during the reading of the synopsis. Sitting in a
chair while someone reads about the play already has my eyes glazing over and
it hasn't even started yet. I know I'm in trouble because the synopsis will
seem interminably long.
The mind crushing boredom continues as I watch the play and
pretend I don't hate the wenches and wonder why everyone is laughing. All of
this laughing until you cry and knee slapping
looks a little like Shakespeare play posturing.
If I want funny I'll watch something with Amy Schumer in it
or, reruns of the Fresh Prince of Bel Air.
You'd think that with my abiding and somewhat confounding
interest in British Royalty I'd have more connection with Shakespeare.
Unfortunately, my interest begins with Queen Victoria and ends right after
Princess Diana.
I am common.
Early in my relationship with Jeremy, I got roped into more
Shakespeare than I do now. I wanted to impress him.
Some time after we were married, I admitted that I did not
like it. Jeremy did not divorce me because of my other more irresistible
qualities.
The one bright spot was when Jeremy and I went to see a
Shakespeare play put on by Shakespeare & Company at The Mount, Edith
Wharton’s home in the Berkshires. There I saw a young Keanu Reeves, flitting
about and jumping on the lawn right in front of me. The whole thing sparkled.
It was a beautiful day. My mother in law packed wine with a sweet effervescence
and some really amazing cheese and crackers.
But all other times, no.
So recently some extremely smart friends of ours suggested
going to see some Shakespeare at a nearby park. They were performing Henry IV,
one of his lesser-known works.
I agreed to go. I agreed to go because I really wanted to
see our friends. I agreed to go because my imagination was being used up on
other matters and I didn't want to have to suggest alternatives. I agreed to go
because it was a 10-minute walk from my home. I agreed to go because it was
free. I agreed to go because afterwards we would go out for dinner and have
actual fun.
I agreed to go because of something I do once in a while.
It's an activity I call taking one for
the team. I can take one for the team. Once I have identified that I am on
fact taking one for the team, I feel better about it.
Also, a couple of times I took one for the team and it
really worked out. I enjoyed the movie about Moses and the action film with Tom
Cruise much more than I thought it would.
It was a lovely evening. Jeremy and I got a great spot. Rock
music was playing on the sound system. The weather was beautiful. But I began
to worry about the boredom factor.
I asked Jeremy to do something very specific. While we were
waiting for our friends, I asked him to read the synopsis silently to himself.
Then he was to give me a very brief overview, in layman's terms and lasting no
more than a minute or two.
He began reading the synopsis aloud. I reminded him firmly
that he was to read it silently to
himself. Jeremy did, and then did a beautiful job of summing things up. He
even modernized it a bit. I felt like it sounded okay.
As I leafed through the program I perked up when I realized
that a neighbor of ours who we are acquainted with would be in the performance.
This acquaintance already has British accent, which puts him ahead of the game.
He has cut quite the figure as the MC of the nursery school live auction. He
also showed that same bold presence, as his booming voice said be quiet to my then three-year-old son
at the aforementioned nursery school that his better-behaved daughters also
attended.
I then proceeded to cultivate a positive attitude toward the
play or pretend to look forward to it depending on how you want to look at the
situation.
A few minutes into it, I felt myself changing my mind about
Shakespeare.
Some mind changing that I do is big and spectacular. This
was not one of those times. I would call this mind changing the beginning of
something, a slow burn or a slight spark.
I'd love to say that the power of the acting or the
production took me to a new place. This was not the case.
The acting was uneven. Some was good. Some was labored. It made me realize how difficult it is to act
in a Shakespeare play. Even going off book is hard. The production was stripped
down and could have used a bigger budget.
The bawdy women bothered me. Can't they just be natural?
What's with the shrill Hahahahaha
that's way too loud and mannered? Is this necessary?
The setting and the company were indeed lovely. But it
wasn't that either.
Jeremy's brief synopsis helped me follow the story but I wasn't
slavish about it. Since I was taking one for the team, I made myself as
comfortable as I could. I did some subtle yoga moves to keep myself from
getting too bored or too stiff sitting on my blanket.
Since I wasn't trying to follow too closely, I let the words
and the language roll over me like I do when I read poetry. This seemed to be
key.
I am a person who loves words. Words are my palette. When I
look like I am searching for a word, that isn't so. What happens is that often
five or more appropriate words will come up for something I am saying. I need a
moment to sift through to find the best one.
The part of me that is like this, liked the language I
heard. It was often aesthetically pleasing, and sometimes that was my sole
focus. Other times, it would be like the sharp sound the bat makes when it hits
the ball. It would make something clear and brilliant and meaningful the way
regular English cannot.
I'll so offend to make
offense a skill. Like light refracting through a prism, this phrase opened
up another world for me. I also enjoyed the concept of the Bawdy House, a place
referred to many times.
There was one passage so filthy dirty, so raunchy, so R-bordering-on-X-rated for language and sexual content that it left me both shocked
and enamored. It was nasty. Good nasty.
So I found that I was mostly not bored.
Part one of the play was very long. There was an
intermission. I geared myself up for more Shakespeare. I hoped I could keep
boredom at bay. I hoped Shakespeare could.
Then a wonderful thing happened. The play was deemed too
long by the three intelligent people! So we left and went out for dinner!
These smart people showed some remarkable common sense.
Leaving on a high note, a technique I use with my son Noah,
works it's magic for me too. Two hours was enough Shakespeare. I liked what I
heard. For the first time, my curiosity was piqued for more.
I see my future self on a picnic blanket with cheese and
crackers. Instead of wine, perhaps it will be a cocktail, poured cold from a silver
shaker, since Jeremy doesn't like wine. I am outdoors, not in Central Park,
which sounds like its own set of problems, but maybe in the country. I'll skip
the group synopsis, but have Jeremy do a quick, to the point overview just for
me. A synopsis of a synopsis.
We will choose something preformed by a top theater company,
with actors steeped in craft and near the top of their game. I'll let the words
wash over me and see if anything sticks.
I'll try to ignore the wenches. I'll shift, stretch and accommodate.
Hopefully those small moments will happen, when the cream rises to the top and
washes all the ennui away.
This is the latest in
a series about things I have changed my mind about.
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