Hamlet And His Problems

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Hamlet and His Problems



FEW critics have even admitted that Hamlet the play is the primary problem, and Hamlet the
character only secondary. And Hamlet the character has had an especial temptation for that
most dangerous type of critic: the critic with a mind which is naturally of the creative order, but
which through some weakness in creative power exercises itself in criticism instead. These
minds often find in Hamlet a vicarious existence for their own artistic realization. Such a mind
had Goethe, who made of Hamlet a Werther; and such had Coleridge, who made of Hamlet a
Coleridge; and probably neither of these men in writing about Hamlet remembered that his first
business was to study a work of art. The kind of criticism that Goethe and Coleridge produced, in
writing of Hamlet, is the most misleading kind possible. For they both possessed unquestionable
critical insight, and both make their critical aberrations the more plausible by the substitution"”of
their own Hamlet for Shakespeare's"”which their creative gift effects. We should be thankful
that Walter Pater did not fix his attention on this play.
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Two recent writers, Mr. J. M. Robertson and Professor Stoll of the University of Minnesota,
have issued small books which can be praised for moving in the other direction. Mr. Stoll
performs a service in recalling to our attention the labours of the critics of the seventeenth and
eighteenth centuries, 1 observing that

they knew less about psychology than more recent Hamlet critics, but they were
nearer in spirit to Shakespeare's art; and as they insisted on the importance of the
effect of the whole rather than on the importance of the leading character, they
were nearer, in their old-fashioned way, to the secret of dramatic art in general.

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Qua work of art, the work of art cannot be interpreted; there is nothing to interpret; we can
only criticize it according to standards, in comparison to other works of art; and for
"interpretation" the chief task is the presentation of relevant historical facts which the reader is
not assumed to know. Mr. Robertson points out, very pertinently, how critics have failed in their
"interpretation" of Hamlet by ignoring what ought to be very obvious: that Hamlet is a
stratification, that it represents the efforts of a series of men, each making what he could out of
the work of his predecessors. The Hamlet of Shakespeare will appear to us very differently if,
instead of treating the whole action of the play as due to Shakespeare's design, we perceive his
Hamlet to be superposed upon much cruder material which persists even in the final form.
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We know that there was an older play by Thomas Kyd, that extraordinary dramatic (if not
poetic) genius who was in all probability the author of two plays so dissimilar as the Spanish
Tragedy and Arden of Feversham; and what this play was like we can guess from three clues:
from the Spanish Tragedy itself, from the tale of Belleforest upon which Kyd's Hamlet must
have been based, and from a version acted in Germany in Shakespeare's lifetime which bears
strong evidence of having been adapted from the earlier, not from the later, play. From these
three sources it is clear that in the earlier play the motive was a revenge-motive simply; that the
action or delay is caused, as in the Spanish Tragedy, solely by the difficulty of assassinating a
monarch surrounded by guards; and that the "madness" of Hamlet was feigned in order to escape
suspicion, and successfully. In the final play of Shakespeare, on the other hand, there is a motive
which is more important than that of revenge, and which explicitly "blunts" the latter; the delay in
revenge is unexplained on grounds of necessity or expediency; and the effect of the "madness" is
not to lull but to arouse the king's suspicion. The alteration is not complete enough, however, to be
convincing. Furthermore, there are verbal parallels so close to the Spanish Tragedy as to leave
no doubt that in places Shakespeare was merely revising the text of Kyd. And finally there are
unexplained scenes"”the Polonius-Laertes and the Polonius-Reynaldo scenes"”for which there
is little excuse; these scenes are not in the verse style of Kyd, and not beyond doubt in the style
of Shakespeare. These Mr. Robertson believes to be scenes in the original play of Kyd reworked
by a third hand, perhaps Chapman, before Shakespeare touched the play. And he concludes, with
very strong show of reason, that the original play of Kyd was, like certain other revenge plays, in
two parts of five acts each. The upshot of Mr. Robertson's examination is, we believe,
irrefragable: that Shakespeare's Hamlet, so far as it is Shakespeare's, is a play dealing with the
effect of a mother's guilt upon her son, and that Shakespeare was unable to impose this motive
successfully upon the "intractable" material of the old play.
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Of the intractability there can be no doubt. So far from being Shakespeare's masterpiece, the
play is most certainly an artistic failure. In several ways the play is puzzling, and disquieting as is
none of the others. Of all the plays it is the longest and is possibly the one on which Shakespeare
spent most pains; and yet he has left in it superfluous and inconsistent scenes which even hasty
revision should have noticed. The versification is variable. Lines like

Look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill,


are of the Shakespeare of Romeo and Juliet. The lines in Act v. sc. ii.,

Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting
That would not let me sleep...
Up from my cabin,
My sea-gown scarf'd about me, in the dark
Grop'd I to find out them: had my desire;
Finger'd their packet;


are of his quite mature. Both workmanship and thought are in an unstable condition. We are
surely justified in attributing the play, with that other profoundly interesting play of "intractable"
material and astonishing versification, Measure for Measure, to a period of crisis, after which
follow the tragic successes which culminate in Coriolanus. Coriolanus may be not as
"interesting" as Hamlet, but it is, with Antony and Cleopatra, Shakespeare's most assured
artistic success. And probably more people have thought Hamlet a work of art because they
found it interesting, than have found it interesting because it is a work of art. It is the "Mona Lisa"
of literature.
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The grounds of Hamlet's failure are not immediately obvious. Mr. Robertson is undoubtedly
correct in concluding that the essential emotion of the play is the feeling of a son towards a guilty
mother:

[Hamlet's] tone is that of one who has suffered tortures on the score of his
mother's degradation.... The guilt of a mother is an almost intolerable motive for
drama, but it had to be maintained and emphasized to supply a psychological
solution, or rather a hint of one.


This, however, is by no means the whole story. It is not merely the "guilt of a mother" that cannot
be handled as Shakespeare handled the suspicion of Othello, the infatuation of Antony, or the
pride of Coriolanus. The subject might conceivably have expanded into a tragedy like these,
intelligible, self-complete, in the sunlight. Hamlet, like the sonnets, is full of some stuff that the
writer could not drag to light, contemplate, or manipulate into art. And when we search for this
feeling, we find it, as in the sonnets, very difficult to localize. You cannot point to it in the
speeches; indeed, if you examine the two famous soliloquies you see the versification of
Shakespeare, but a content which might be claimed by another, perhaps by the author of the
Revenge of Bussy d' Ambois, Act v. sc. i. We find Shakespeare's Hamlet not in the action, not
in any quotations that we might select, so much as in an unmistakable tone which is unmistakably
not in the earlier play.
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The only way of expressing emotion in the form of art is by finding an "objective correlative"; in
other words, a set of objects, a situation, a chain of events which shall be the formula of that
particular emotion; such that when the external facts, which must terminate in sensory
experience, are given, the emotion is immediately evoked. If you examine any of Shakespeare's
more successful tragedies, you will find this exact equivalence; you will find that the state of mind
of Lady Macbeth walking in her sleep has been communicated to you by a skilful accumulation
of imagined sensory impressions; the words of Macbeth on hearing of his wife's death strike us
as if, given the sequence of events, these words were automatically released by the last event in
the series. The artistic "inevitability" lies in this complete adequacy of the external to the emotion;
and this is precisely what is deficient in Hamlet. Hamlet (the man) is dominated by an emotion
which is inexpressible, because it is in excess of the facts as they appear. And the supposed
identity of Hamlet with his author is genuine to this point: that Hamlet's bafflement at the absence
of objective equivalent to his feelings is a prolongation of the bafflement of his creator in the face
of his artistic problem. Hamlet is up against the difficulty that his disgust is occasioned by his
mother, but that his mother is not an adequate equivalent for it; his disgust envelops and exceeds
her. It is thus a feeling which he cannot understand; he cannot objectify it, and it therefore
remains to poison life and obstruct action. None of the possible actions can satisfy it; and nothing
that Shakespeare can do with the plot can express Hamlet for him. And it must be noticed that
the very nature of the données of the problem precludes objective equivalence. To have
heightened the criminality of Gertrude would have been to provide the formula for a totally
different emotion in Hamlet; it is just because her character is so negative and insignificant that
she arouses in Hamlet the feeling which she is incapable of representing.
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The "madness" of Hamlet lay to Shakespeare's hand; in the earlier play a simple ruse, and to the
end, we may presume, understood as a ruse by the audience. For Shakespeare it is less than
madness and more than feigned. The levity of Hamlet, his repetition of phrase, his puns, are not
part of a deliberate plan of dissimulation, but a form of emotional relief. In the character Hamlet
it is the buffoonery of an emotion which can find no outlet in action; in the dramatist it is the
buffoonery of an emotion which he cannot express in art. The intense feeling, ecstatic or terrible,
without an object or exceeding its object, is something which every person of sensibility has
known; it is doubtless a study to pathologists. It often occurs in adolescence: the ordinary person
puts these feelings to sleep, or trims down his feeling to fit the business world; the artist keeps it
alive by his ability to intensify the world to his emotions. The Hamlet of Laforgue is an
adolescent; the Hamlet of Shakespeare is not, he has not that explanation and excuse. We must
simply admit that here Shakespeare tackled a problem which proved too much for him. Why he
attempted it at all is an insoluble puzzle; under compulsion of what experience he attempted to
express the inexpressibly horrible, we cannot ever know. We need a great many facts in his
biography; and we should like to know whether, and when, and after or at the same time as what
personal experience, he read Montaigne, II. xii., Apologie de Raimond Sebond. We should
have, finally, to know something which is by hypothesis unknowable, for we assume it to be an
experience which, in the manner indicated, exceeded the facts. We should have to understand
things which Shakespeare did not understand himself.


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