Shakespeare – The Hidden Truth

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FirstFolioSo, Petter Amundsen is this Norwegian organist, freemason,”dabbler in occultism”, and steganographer, who claims he found evidence that Sir Francis Bacon wrote Shakespeare’s plays – and found it in the First Folio.

He’s not the first. Delia Bacon started that back in 1857, based on a combination of “discovered” cipher and quasi-mystical hunches*, and hordes of cryptographers have pursued her trail ever since, “uncovering” all sorts of hidden messages in Shakespeare’s works.

Usually, the Bacon side of the Authorship Question lithobrakes against little facts such as the huge difference between Bacon’s own style and Shakespeare’s, or Bacon’s life – a very busy one without throwing in some forty plays…

Amundsen sidesteps these objections by saying that why, yes – but then, who wrote Shakespeare is not the real question…

And this, you’ll agree, is… well, unusual. Then again, Amundsen is not so much an anti-Stratfordian as a conspiracy theorist. He claims that, whoever wrote Shakespeare, did so to forward the Rosicrucian goal of a “universal reform of Mankind”. And who was the leader of the very, very secret order of the Rosy Cross – so very secret that its very existence is none too sure? But Francis Bacon, of course! Anyway, in 1623, whoever was behind the publication of the First Folio (and Bacon just happened to be a master steganographer…) had a number of clues encripted in the printed text – clues leading to the treasure buried on Oak Island, off the coast of Nova Scotia.

What treasure? The lost menorah from the temple of Jerusalem, and Shakespeare’s original manuscripts – preserved in quicksilver.

Shakespeare – The Hidden Truth is a documentary movie telling the tale of Amundsen’s research in company with an English PhD student – and ortodox Stratfordian – who starts ofs as a sceptic and ends up… with doubts. And it is a nice, well made, exciting movie, and it shows a huge quantity of coincidences, but…

But, even discounting my own penchant towards Stratfordian ortodoxy, I can’t help wondering: whoever wrote Shakespeare**, how would he (or they) know what to write so that the right letters and words would combine into the required symbols and clues right on the various pages 53 in the printed version, decades later?

You could say they didn’t, and tweaked the text in 1623. Right – and Amundsen shows some instance of what could look like tampering with page numbers. But I suspect that something more would be needed to achieve all those triangles, constellations and acrostycs… So, how about the Quartos? Does a check against these much earlier editions show enough tweaking in the relevant parts of the First Folio to support Amundsen’s theory?

Still, my biggest doubt remains: why?

According to Amundsen, the original manuscripts are hidden underground, somewhere on Oak Island, preserved in quicksilver for eternity – but why?

Supposing Francis Bacon and his nephew, on behalf of the order of the Rosy Cross, wrote or commissioned Shakespeare’s plays, and hid there the key to the treasure hunt, why go to all this trouble?

Why bother to hide half a world away something whose importance actually resides in the printed version? That is, if the menorah is the prize – and we must assume so, because frankly, Shakespeare’s manuscripts may be the holy grail of literature to us, but  back then, they were just Shakespeare’s manuscripts.

No, really. I doubt anyone, in Elizabethan or Jacobean times, thought of theatre in terms of eternity… Plays were written and consumed fast, publication (and in folio!) was the high mark of success, theatre was hardly what a poet wanted – or expected – to be remembered for.

The notion sounds distinctly anachronistic. But then, it also sounds very much like a locked case containing its own key, doesn’t it?

So yes, I’ll admit coincidence seems to be there in abundant quantity – but then, when you look for coincidence, you usually find it – and all the rest apart, I remain with eyebrows raised, and a lot of questions unanswered.

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* When she crossed the Pond, she famously perplexed her British supporters by all but refusing to see any Shakespearean or Baconian documents. She preferred, she said, to imbibe the atmosphere by taking strolls in what she thought to be the right places…

** And Amundsen seems to allow the chance that Shakespeare wrote his own plays, after all – but at the behest of Sir Francis Bacon.

In Memoriam: Seamus Heaney

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Seamus HeaneyI never thought I’d have to begin my new blog with this…

Seamus Heaney died yesterday.

He was my favourite contemporary poet, and it is a personal loss as well. I have met him, I was his interpreter, guide and driver during two of his trips to my hometown of Mantova. I translated a speech of his for a book about his ties to Virgil. He once attended the debut of a play of mine…

I hero-worshipped him. And I’m shattered.

It was a huge privilege to know him, to work with him. He was so profound and kind-hearted, he had such keen and laughing eyes. He seemed to always know what was in other people’s minds. He had this scintillating conversation, and now and then he lifted a curtain on this or that memory of his – and you caught the echo of a line, an image, and thought: oh dear, I’m in a poem!

I had never believed to “the poet’s aura” before. I thought it was one of those things, you know. Then I met him, and changed my mind. The aura was there all right – luminous and palpable. It is not a literary myth, it’s a matter of greatness. And I feel so privileged to have had the chance to experience the greatness of this extraordinary man.

His death was a terrible loss – a loss that only his legacy of poetry can soften a little.

Resolutions

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Right, new September (very nearly), new life, new blog.

In English this time – which is not entirely obvious since, let it be said at the very beginning, I’m not a native speaker.

I’m sure it shows something dreadful, too. But I have this ambition, I want to write in English. I have been writing in English for some time, and I might mention in passing that Joseph Conrad is my hero*. As for what I want to write in English, let us say theatre and historicals – either straight or with a fantasy bend.

So, this is the plan: one post each Saturday, to begin with. Books, theatre, writing, the odd historical tidbit, and suchlike stuff. Expect a certain amount of Elizabethan things, because I’m mad that way, and some musings about language, translation and editing.

And with that, I think you are warned, right? Onwards.

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* But let’s make a deal: the collaborations with Ford Madox Ford just don’t count.