Stay, Illusion!: The Hamlet Doctrine

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The figure of Hamlet haunts our culture like the Ghost haunts him. Arguably, no literary work, not even the Bible, is more familiar to us than Shakespeare?s Hamlet. Everyone knows at least six words from the play; often people know many more. Yet the play?Shakespeare?s longest?is more than ?passing strange? and becomes deeply unfamiliar when considered closely. Reading Hamlet alongside other writers, philosophers, and psychoanalysts?Carl Schmitt, Walter Benjamin, Freud, Lacan, Nietzsche, Melville, and Joyce?Simon...

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Overview

The figure of Hamlet haunts our culture like the Ghost haunts him. Arguably, no literary work, not even the Bible, is more familiar to us than Shakespeare’s Hamlet. Everyone knows at least six words from the play; often people know many more. Yet the play—Shakespeare’s longest—is more than “passing strange” and becomes deeply unfamiliar when considered closely. Reading Hamlet alongside other writers, philosophers, and psychoanalysts—Carl Schmitt, Walter Benjamin, Freud, Lacan, Nietzsche, Melville, and Joyce—Simon Critchley and Jamieson Webster consider the political context and stakes of Shakespeare’s play, its relation to religion, the movement of desire, and the incapacity to love.

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No one is certain of the first date of the first production of Hamlet, but there can be no doubt that Shakespeare's tragedy about the Prince of Denmark has touched audiences and inspired critics for over four hundred years. For scholars, this doubting Dane and indeed the entire play has become a battlefield of conflicting theories. The latest to join the fray are philosopher Simon Critchley (Infinitely Demanding) and psychologist Jamieson Webster (The Life and Death of Psychoanalysis), masters of different disciplines who come together to offer penetrating insights about a drama we all thought we knew too well.

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“A treat. . . . Invigorating. . . . Each of the short chapters in Stay, Illusion! is a springy diving board poised over a deep pool of thought.”
—Laura Miller, Salon
 
“[A] thoughtful, elegant work of criticism.”
—NPR
 
“Provocative. . . . An astute account of the reactions of various philosophers and psychoanalysts to the play—and their often profound and sometimes wacky analyses.”
—The Wall Street Journal
 
“A brilliant set of readings of a work that, like an insistent ghost, seems to have more to tell us with each passing era.”
—Tom McCarthy, author of Remainder  

“Thoughtful, fascinating, and difficult. . . . Webster and Critchley illuminate Hamlet. They highlight its ghostliness and expand our sense of its eroticism.”
The New Yorker

“Impressive. . . . Critchley and Webster offer some intriguing and original thoughts on what Hamlet has to say about shame and love, taking up a new tone that suddenly makes the play feel intimately connected to both the authors themselves and the state of the world today. . . . It’s refreshing to read such unorthodox and enthusiastic explorations of canonical literature.”
Bookslut

“An engaging, eloquent, and insistently pleasurable text that makes the best case possible for ‘rash’ reading. . . . This collaborative writing gives us a dynamic set of forays, recruiting us into the start and stop of thought, making Hamlet crucial for the thinking of our own impasses and delights. In the mix is a singular and illuminating encounter between philosophy and psychoanalysis.”
—Judith Butler

“Critchley and Webster’s fierce, witty exploration of Hamlet makes most other writing about Shakespeare seem simple-minded.”
—Hari Kunzru, author of Gods Without Men

“The gap between thought and action has rarely been contemplated with so much intellectual excitement and energy as it is in this book. Indeed, this study of Hamlet is a kind of thrill ride, a breathless investigation of some of the most important ideas from philosophy and psychoanalysis from the Modern era. But the great pleasure it holds in store for most readers has to do with its profound understanding of reflection, and its discontents.”
—Charles Baxter, author of The Feast of Love

“I absolutely love the book, which I think is brilliant both as a set of readings of the play and as a meditation on contemporary, post-illusion existence. . . . A thrilling performance.”
—David Shields, author of Reality Hunger

“Remarkably thought-provoking, all the more so for being rendered in lively, non-academic prose. . . . [Critchley and Webster] explore new angles.”
Maclean’s (Toronto)

“A hugely enjoyable, aphoristic, punky, intellectually dazzling bomb of a book: a serious provocation to both the biscuit-box Shakespeare industry and, more widely, to contemporary literary culture. . . . [Stay, Illusion!] is a book to be devoured, argued with, spat out.”
The Independent (UK)

“Critchley and Webster write about Hamlet in short, vitriolic chapters, proposing a series of darkly intelligent questions and asserting Ophelia’s place as the real hero of the play. It is an ode to the spirit of ‘rashness.’”
New Statesman

“[An] insightful interpretation. . . . The authors’ passion for the play and its questions are clearly evident.”
Publishers Weekly

“[Critchley and Webster] take Hamlet well beyond the confines of literary criticism and Shakespearean scholarship. . . . Companionable and conversational. . . . Critchley and Webster provide plenty of food for thought and fuel for obsession.”
Kirkus Reviews

“Critchley and Webster advance a daring commentary on the Bard’s Hamlet. . . . A spirited literary foray by audacious interlopers.”
—Booklist

“What more can be said about Shakespeare’s great Hamlet, known to just about every thinking person on earth? But this book is different, aiming not for literary but cultural and psychological analysis; the authors bring a different perspective to the work. Are you ready, Shakespearians? That is the question.”
Library Journal

“Lively and thoughtful. . . . Critchley and Jamieson’s take always feels fresh, in part because they address a range of interpretations, many of which they are unafraid to challenge. . . . Erudite, witty and probing, Stay! Illusion offers new insights into a literary touchstone while deepening our appreciation for its complexity and its enigmatic core.”
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Publishers Weekly
In this insightful interpretation, philosopher Critchley (The Faith of the Faithless) and psychoanalyst Webster (The Life and Death of Psychoanalysis) offer their take on Hamlet, using as touchstones the work of analysts such as Freud and Jacques Lacan, philosophers like Walter Benjamin and Nietzsche, and writers such as James Joyce, all of whom have written about the play. The authors discuss Hamlet’s bizarre obsession with his mother, his inability to kill Claudius, as well as the oppression caused by the near-constant spying on others, among other topics. Of the theories presented to explain Hamlet’s failure to avenge his father, the most interesting is Hegel’s suggestion that with his experience with death, he becomes disgusted with humanity, and no longer cares to engage in the world except in an absurd, punning way; “the wrong man” for the job, he dies as a result of his own hesitation and external circumstance. Ophelia’s situation is also explored; used by Hamlet, Polonius, Laertes, and Claudius and Gertrude as bait, “her desire explodes onto the stage” in her madness scene and in the description of her death. Whether singing of flowers and their reproductive cycles, or appearing in a pool “mermaid-like” and with a voice “heavy with ‘drink,’” Ophelia finally expresses the sexuality restrained and ignored by others. The authors’ passion for the play and its questions are clearly evident. Agent: Nemonie Craven, Jonathan Clowes Ltd. (U.K.). (June)
Library Journal
Critchley (philosophy, New Sch.; Very Little…Almost Nothing) and psychoanalyst Webster (Eugene Lang Coll.; The Life and Death of Psychoanalysis) analyze Hamlet, the most enigmatic character in the Shakespearean corpus. The core of the book is a spirited dissection of various thinkers' perspectives, including those of jurist-philosopher Carl Schmitt, critical theorist Walter Benjamin, Freudian analyst Jacques Lacan, and German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche. As an aside, Stephen Dedalus's theory in James Joyce's Ulysses appears here. The result is a short, rich book that may not convince all readers of its ideas but will spark provocative thought and is written with panache and humor. The authors' Hamlet is far from critic Harold Bloom's character—who transmogrifies into a hero at the end—in Hamlet: Poem Unlimited (2004). Here, Hamlet dies surrounded by a pile of corpses, still at odds with a universe that has abandoned him. VERDICT Critchley's philosophy column in the New York Times draws many readers. Accordingly, more patrons may pick up this engrossing study than normally would read such an abstract work.—David Keymer, Modesto, CA
Kirkus Reviews
A philosophy professor and a psychoanalyst--also husband and wife--take Hamlet well beyond the confines of literary criticism and Shakespearean scholarship. It's likely that no more needs to be written about Hamlet, but Critchley (Philosophy/New School for Social Research; The Book of Dead Philosophers, 2008, etc.) and Webster (The Life and Death of Psychoanalysis, 2011) float the trial balloon that "arguably, Ophelia is not just the main casualty in Hamlet but its true tragic hero." As "outsiders to the world of Shakespeare criticism," they detail how their Hamlet obsession has generated "a goodly share of our connubial back and forth over the last couple of years." They focus their analysis on the analyses of other critical outsiders who were also obsessed with Hamlet--Freud, Hegel and Nietzsche among them, along with Nazi apologist Carl Schmitt. In a tone that is companionable and conversational despite the authors' obvious erudition, the book examines Hamlet through a variety of lenses--philosophical, psychological, political, Christian redemptive--without resolving the tension between thought and action that remains the essence of the work and generates so much fascination with it. "Hamlet is not a nice guy," write the authors, particularly to his father's murderer and successor, for whom the brooding prince is "a potentially malevolent force who should be feared, which--reflexively--is why he lives in fear." Yet if "Hamlet is a political tragedy in the most intense sense," then "the Danish prince is very much present at the birth of psychoanalysis." And its influence extends through "Joyce's astonishing trumping of all Shakespeare criticism in Ulysses," which is "a rumination on Hamlet from beginning to end." It won't be the last word on the play, but Critchley and Webster provide plenty of food for thought and fuel for obsession.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307950482
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 4/22/2014
  • Series: Vintage Series
  • Pages: 288
  • Sales rank: 501,081
  • Product dimensions: 5.10 (w) x 7.90 (h) x 0.80 (d)

Meet the Author

Simon Critchley is Hans Jonas Professor of Philosophy at the New School for Social Research. His many books include Very Little . . . Almost Nothing, The Faith of the Faithless, and The Book of Dead Philosophers. He is the series moderator of The Stone, a philosophy column in The New York Times, to which he is a frequent contributor.

Jamieson Webster is a psychoanalyst in private practice in New York City. She is the author of The Life and Death of Psychoanalysis and has written for The Aesthete, Apology, Cabinet, The Guardian, The Huffington Post, Playboy, The New York Times, and many psychoanalytic publications. She teaches at Eugene Lang College at the New School and supervises doctoral students in clinical psychology at the City University of New York.

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Praised Be Rashness
 
This little book is the late-flowering fruit of a shared obsession. Although Hamlet makes himself crystal clear during his lambasting of Ophelia, “I say, we will have no mo marriage,” we are married, and Shakespeare’s play, its interpretation, and philosophical interpreters have been a goodly share of our connubial back and forth over the last couple of years. We are outsiders to the world of Shakespeare criticism and have chosen as a way into the play a series of outsider interpretations of Hamlet, notably those of Carl Schmitt, Walter Benjamin, Hegel, Freud, Lacan, and Nietzsche. What each of these interpretations enables is a bold but -sometimes distant and rash take on Hamlet. We will try to use these interpretations as a set of levers with which to twist open a closer and, we hope, compelling textual engagement with the play itself. Not that we are above rashness ourselves, and if an approach shapes our interpretation, that we might dupe the reader by calling a methodology, then it takes its cue from Virginia Woolf. In her wonderful essay “On Being Ill,” she writes:
 
Rashness is one of the properties of illness—outlaws that we are—and it is rashness that we need in reading Shakespeare. It is not that we should doze in reading him, but that, fully conscious and aware, his fame intimidates and bores, and all the views of all the critics dull in us that thunder clap of conviction which, if an illusion, is still so helpful an illusion, so prodigious a pleasure, so keen a stimulus in reading the great. Shakespeare is getting flyblown; a paternal government might well forbid writing about him, as they put his monument at Stratford beyond the reach of scribbling fingers. With all this buzz of criticism about, one may hazard one’s conjectures privately, making one’s notes in the margin; but, knowing that someone has said it before, or said it better, the zest is gone. Illness, in its kingly sublimity, sweeps all that aside and leaves nothing but Shakespeare and oneself. What with his overweening power and our overweening arrogance, the barriers go down, the knots run smooth, the brain rings and resounds with Lear or Macbeth, and even Coleridge himself squeaks like a distant mouse.
 
In the name of zest, and in order to make brains ring and Shakespeare resound, we will proceed, as Hamlet says to Horatio, “Rashly—And praised be rashness for it.”

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The Gap Between Thought and Action
 
For some, and it is a popular view that goes back at least to Goethe, Hamlet is a man who simply cannot make up his mind: he waits, hesitates, and is divided from himself in his “madness,” all the while dreaming of a redeeming, cataclysmic violence. In this view, Hamlet is a creature of endless vacillation, a cipher for the alienated inward modern self in a world that is insubstantial and rotten: “Denmark’s a prison,” Hamlet sighs. For others, Hamlet is the great melancholic who is jealous of Claudius because he has realized his secret desire, namely, to usurp the place of his rival in the affection of his mother.
 
For still others, Hamlet is not so much a bather in the black sun of depression as too much in the sun of knowledge. Through the medium of the ghost, he has grasped the nature of that which is; that is, himself, his family, and the corrupt political order that surrounds him. Unlike some of the heroes in Attic tragedy, like Oedipus, who act first and then find out the truth later, Hamlet knows the truth from the ghost’s mouth in act 1. This truth does not lead to action but instead to a disgust with or nausea from existence. In this view, Hamlet is a kind of anti-Oedipus: whereas the latter moves ragefully from ignorance to knowledge, and his insight requires the loss of his sight in a violent act of self-blinding, the great Dane knows the score from the get-go, but such knowledge does not seem to lead to action. Maybe action requires veils of illusion, and once those veils are lifted, we feel a sense of resignation.
 
Whatever the truth of the various interpretations, there seems to be a significant disconnection between thought and action in the person of Hamlet. Consider the famous “To be, or not to be” soliloquy. After contemplating suicide as an attempted “quietus” from a “weary life,” Hamlet ponders the dread of life after death, “the undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns” apart from the ghost, of course, who seems to have a return ticket. The possibility of life after death “puzzles the will” and makes us endure the sufferings that we have rather than risk ones we know nothing of but that could be much worse. He continues:
 
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied over with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.
 
Thought and action seem to pull against each other, the former annulling the possibility of the latter. If, as Hamlet says elsewhere, “there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so,” then thinking makes things rather bad, and any resolution dissolves into thin air. Speaking of thin air, we might notice that when the ghost makes his final appearance in the play, in a scene of almost-unbearable verbal and near-physical violence, with Hamlet raging at his mother for her inconstancy, the ghost says that “This visitation / is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose.” Hamlet confesses to being a “tardy son” who has not committed “Th’ important acting” of the ghost’s command.
 
The ghost asks Hamlet to step between his mother and her fighting soul and speak the truth. For a moment it seems as if he might—“dear mother, you are sleeping with your husband’s murderer.” But as she mumbles the word “ecstasy,” Hamlet careens into the most pathetic of adjurations, begging Gertrude not to sleep again with Claudius, laying down arms before the truth, once again. “Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works,” the ghost says.

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The Mouse-trap
 
The only way in which it appears that Hamlet can attempt to close the gap between thought and action is through the ultimate conceit, that is, through theater, through play. The purpose of the play within the play in act 3, The Mouse-trap, is to produce a thing that will catch the conscience of the king. But as Hamlet is acutely aware—and, one naïvely presumes, that enigma that we name “Shakespeare” who lurks ghostly in the wings and there is an ancient, if unverifiable, tradition that Shakespeare played the role of the ghost in the original performance, opposite Richard Burbage’s Hamlet—a play is nothing, namely, nothing real. It is, rather, “a fiction . . . a dream of passion” and this realization is somehow “monstrous.” Theater is “all for nothing.” What are the sufferings of Hecuba or indeed Hamlet to us? Yet, Hamlet would seem to be suggesting that the manifest fiction of theater is the only vehicle in which the truth might be presented.
 
The trap works, and the mouse-king’s conscience is caught. The dumb show reenactment of Hamlet Senior’s murder pricks the king’s conscience, and he flees the theater calling for “light.” We then find Claudius alone confessing his fratricidal crime, “O, my offense is rank.” On the way to his mother’s bedroom, to which he’s been summoned, Hamlet passes Claudius kneeling in futile prayer. With Claudius genuflecting, head bowed, it is clear that now Hamlet could do it. With one swoop of his sword, thought and action would be reconciled and Hamlet’s father revenged. But at that precise moment, Hamlet begins to think and decides that this is the wrong moment to kill Claudius because he is at prayer and trying to make his amends with heaven. It is “hire and salary,” he says, “not revenge.” Hamlet then fantasizes about killing Claudius at the right moment, “When he is drunk asleep, or in his rage, or in th’ incestuous pleasure of his bed.” He sheathes his sword and moves quickly to meet Gertrude, repeatedly and manically calling her: “Mother, mother, mother!” Following the express instructions of the ghost, Hamlet has resolved to use no more in his encounter with his mother than words, words, words: “I will speak daggers to her, but use none.”
 
It is not that Hamlet cannot act. He kills Polonius, sends Rosencrantz and Guildenstern to their doom in -En-gland, is quasi-responsible for the death of Ophelia, and eventually dispatches Claudius. But the death of Polonius is inadvertent; he hears a noise from behind the arras and suddenly strikes and then insouciantly asks, “Is it the king?” having just left Claudius alive seconds earlier. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern die in his stead offstage—a complex letter-exchanging act of self-preservation involving piracy and ship switching that even impressed Freud, given Hamlet’s otherwise morbid inhibition. Poor Ophelia’s suicide is something like a tragic casualty of Hamlet’s unrelenting cruelty toward her. Killing Polonius is the coup de grâce in Ophelia’s unfolding psychosis. And the intended victim, Claudius, is only murdered when Hamlet has been hit with the poisoned rapier and knows that he is going to die: “I am dead, Horatio,” Hamlet repeats in three variations in a little more than twenty lines. The dying Laertes spills the beans about the plot with the poisoned rapiers and wine, “the king’s to blame,” and Hamlet stabs Claudius to death after just one line’s reflection: “The point envenomed too? / Then venom do thy work!”

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