- When was it written? 1607 or 1608. Possibly his 33rd play
- What’s it about? Pericles tries to win the hand of a princess in a neighboring kingdom, only to discover she’s in an incestuous relationship with her father. Pericles goes on the run with this secret, chased by assassins, and ends up going all over the world for the next twenty years. (I can’t begin to summarize everything that happens.) Along the way, he has a wife, Thaisa, whose seemingly-dead body gets thrown into the sea (only for her to survive) and he has a daughter, Marina, who is seemingly killed but actually ends up in a brothel, where she never has to sleep with anyone because she saves their souls instead. In the end, the whole family is happily reunited.
- Most famous dialogue: None
- Sources: The first is Confessio Amantis (1393) of John Gower, an English poet and contemporary of Geoffrey Chaucer. (Gower appears onstage to narrate this play.) The second source is the Lawrence Twine prose version of Gower’s tale, The Pattern of Painful Adventures, dating from 1576, reprinted in 1607.
- Interesting fact about the play: As with Timon of Athens, there is much debate about whether or not Shakespeare had an uncredited co-writer, possibly George Wilkins. Once again, some give full credit to one or the other, and others use computers to analyze word usage to divvy up the scenes.
- Best insult: Thou hold’st a place for which the pained’st fiend of hell would not in reputation change. Thou art the damned doorkeeper to every coistrel that comes inquiring for his Tib. To the choleric fisting of every rogue thy ear is liable. Thy food is such as hath been belch’d on by infected lungs.
- Best word: “but I will gloze with him”
- Best production of this play I’ve seen: I’ve never read nor seen it before.
- Notable Names in the BBC Adaptation: A very young and cute Juliet Stevenson is Thaisa! (see above) Trevor Peacock returns brielfly as Boult.
- They’re good. Mike Gwilym suffers mightily as Pericles. Amanda Redman shines as Marina, a role that must make you believe she is saving the soul of every man in a brothel with her pure goodness (and persuasive power)
- If this production were properly budgeted, with all its far-flung locations and epic storms at sea, it would have cost gazillions of dollars in 1984. Jones, instead, has to make it all come to life on a typical BBC shoestring budget, but he does a shockingly good job. And can I say how glad I am to have ancient tunics instead of ruffs, as some of the directors in this series would have done?
So I start watching this recording, knowing nothing about it, and boom, we start out with a lot of incest, and my first instinct is to say, “I don’t want to watch this play, maybe I can skip it,” then I thought, “No, I’m committed to watching every play, I have to watch it,” then I said, “Well, how much incest is there exactly? Is this whole play going to be about Pericles trying to win this girl away from her father? Because that would be very unpleasant.” So then I decide to read the plot in advance to get myself prepared to watch it, and hoo boy, what a plot.
I was very relieved that incest was just a brief red herring at the very beginning to get the plot going and then was forgotten after that. Whew. Instead our hero flees from that unseemly situation and goes on an epic 20 year journey.
But here’s the thing: Wouldn’t it make sense if incest returned at the end? At the end, Pericles is reunited with his beautiful grown daughter and doesn’t recognize her. Wouldn’t it be nicely ironic if the play began with Pericles discovering an incestuous relationship, and fleeing lest he be killed for discovering it, and going on this epic 20 year quest, only to end up reuniting with his daughter at the end and sleeping with her, and then realizing that the very thing he’d been running from all this time has caught up with him in an ironic way?
The answer is no. That would be perfectly ironic, but it would be gross and unpleasant and I wouldn’t like it. Sometimes perfect is bad. Sometimes ironic is bad. Thank you for not doing that, Shakespeare.
Storyteller’s Rulebook: Was Aristotle Right?
One of the major criticisms of Shakespeare at the time, and for many years afterwards, was that his plays did not observe the Aristotelian Unities.
The three Unities were Unity of Time, Unity of Place and Unity of Action. Aristotle had said that little time jumps between scenes were fine, but the total time period covered by a play could not exceed 24 hours (You can see this in Moliere’s plays, written after Shakespeare’s time). Likewise, everything should take place in roughly the same location, and should all serve one main plot.
Shakespeare was, above all things, a Man of the Renaissance, and we associate the Renaissance with an increased reverence for the Greeks and Romans, rather than Christian thinkers, but Shakespeare has no respect for the Aristotelian Unities. In play after play, we jump from year to year, or continent to continent, or plot to seemingly-unrelated plot as easily as turning a page.
On the one hand, I greatly admire Shakespeare for breaking free from the arbitrary shackles imposed on him by a problematic slavery-defending dude from almost 2000 years prior. And indeed, if you look at the plays of Moliere, you can feel Moliere straining under Aristotle’s constraints, trying to cram stories into one setting and one 24-hour period that really should have had some space to sprawl.
The two Shakespeare plays, of the ones I’ve seen so far, that make the biggest hash of the Unities are Pericles and The Winter’s Tale, both of which follow families that are separated only to be reunited 20 years later. But here’s the thing: I don’t think either of these plays really work. They’re too sprawling. They’re too unwieldy. Was Aristotle right?
Ultimately, no, he wasn’t. If Shakespeare had observed Aristotle’s rules, we not only would have lost these two plays, we would have no Othello, which jumps continents. We would have had no Lear, which covers many months. We would have no Falstaff, a character who is hardly germane to the plot in the Henry IV plays.
Pericles and The Winter’s Tale stretch the artform to its utmost limit of Time, Place and Action, and, to my eyes, fall apart in the process. But they show the brashness of Shakespeare’s genius. These plays expanded the artform and created a freedom that other, better plays took advantage of.