Plays, Acting and Music eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 195 pages of information about Plays, Acting and Music.

Plays, Acting and Music eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 195 pages of information about Plays, Acting and Music.

Seen at a distance, the puppets cease to be an amusing piece of mechanism, imitating real people; there is no difference.  I protest that the Knight who came in with his plumed hat, his shining sword, and flung back his long cloak with so fine a sweep of the arm, was exactly the same to me as if he had been a living actor, dressed in the same clothes, and imitating the gesture of a knight; and that the contrast of what was real, as we say, under the fiction appears to me less ironical in the former than in the latter.  We have to allow, you will admit, at least as much to the beneficent heightening of travesty, if we have ever seen the living actor in the morning, not yet shaved, standing at the bar, his hat on one side, his mouth spreading in that abandonment to laughter which has become from the necessity of his profession, a natural trick; oh, much more, I think, than if we merely come upon an always decorative, never an obtrusive, costumed figure, leaning against the wall, nonchalantly enough, in a corner of the coulisses.

To sharpen our sense of what is illusive in the illusion of the puppets, let us sit not too far from the stage.  Choosing our place carefully, we shall have the satisfaction of always seeing the wires at their work, while I think we shall lose nothing of what is most savoury in the feast of the illusion.  There is not indeed the appeal to the senses of the first row of the stalls at a ballet of living dancers.  But is not that a trifle too obvious sentiment for the true artist in artificial things?  Why leave the ball-room?  It is not nature that one looks for on the stage in this kind of spectacle, and our excitement in watching it should remain purely intellectual.  If you prefer that other kind of illusion, go a little further away, and, I assure you, you will find it quite easy to fall in love with a marionette.  I have seen the most adorable heads, with real hair too, among the wooden dancers of a theatre of puppets; faces which might easily, with but a little of that good-will which goes to all falling in love, seem the answer to a particular dream, making all other faces in the world but spoilt copies of this inspired piece of painted wood.

But the illusion, to a more scrupulous taste, will consist simply in that complication of view which allows us to see wood and wire imitating an imitation, and which delights us less when seen at what is called the proper distance, where the two are indistinguishable, than when seen from just the point where all that is crudely mechanical hides the comedy of what is, absolutely, a deception.  Losing, as we do, something of the particularity of these painted faces, we are able to enjoy all the better what it is certainly important we should appreciate, if we are truly to appreciate our puppets.  This is nothing less than a fantastic, yet a direct, return to the masks of the Greeks:  that learned artifice by which tragedy and comedy were assisted in speaking to the world with the universal voice, by this deliberate generalising of emotion.  It will be a lesson to some of our modern notions; and it may be instructive for us to consider that we could not give a play of Ibsen’s to marionettes, but that we could give them the “Agamemnon.”

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