King Charles III
What might be: King
Charles III, a meta play
As readers of
this blog might have already guessed I’m intrigued by meta literature. One
reason I’ve also been loving McSweeney’s lately. It’s a sort of meta comedy or
satire when a journal decides to run Trump’s Black History Month speech in its
entirety—as humor.
The whole meta
thing seems to fit into what’s going on right now. I mean a reality TV star
becomes president. He says something is fake or declares suddenly top-secret intel
is now declassified. Climate change is a hoax, as also is his campaigns
involvement with Russia. Up is down and down is up. When people talk about
surreal, then I immediately think they’re talking about this administration.
I’ve told a few
close friends this: I grew up with an illogical mother. It was hard on a day to
day basis to ever know what she might do. One might think it was a mother/daughter
thing—I know I tried to believe this—but through the years I saw that at times
her thinking was disordered, irrational. I was at a loss. There was no talking
to her or redirecting. Lately I’ve been feeling again this powerlessness.
King Charles III is a 2014 play in blank verse by Mike
Bartlett about the current Prince of Wales and what MIGHT happen when the
present Queen Elizabeth passes away. But the characters are Shakespearean,
driven by their own greed for power, palace intrigue, and morally conflicted by
passion and loyalty. In the midst of this tele-play Diana makes an appearance
as a midnight ghost. She is lovely.
I wonder home
the Royal Family received this play. Let’s just say Kate Middleton who in the
tabloids appears to us as a wonderful girl who has provided an heir and wears
her clothes beautifully comes across in King
Charles III as complex, layered, a bit of a bitch. Will is able to be
swayed, Charles rises to the occasion and beyond, Harry is on the surface the
playboy, but underneath torn between loyalty to his family and the idea of a
monarchy. My favorite line—again with echoes here of the stereotype Charles has
been portrayed as—“will I go back in the public’s eye to the doddering gardener?”
The play plays
with us. The media and the public—in fact the characters turn to us, the
audience, to address us. At one point Kate Middleton looks straight into the
camera and says: You don’t know me.
This is the
type of playwriting that I think today’s audience I captivated by. We are now so
jaded by reality that meta material is readily accepted. We are now able to
watch ourselves watch ourselves—wondering how it will all turn out.
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