{"id":3633,"date":"2011-03-11T19:23:50","date_gmt":"2011-03-11T19:23:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/paulvallely.com\/archive\/?p=3633"},"modified":"2013-09-19T13:11:30","modified_gmt":"2013-09-19T12:11:30","slug":"men-of-violence","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/paulvallely.com\/archive\/?p=3633","title":{"rendered":"The winter of Gaddafi\u2019s discontent"},"content":{"rendered":"

I arrived at the theatre for a performance of Richard III<\/em> this week with an image from that evening\u2019s television news in my head. A line of men lay on a road in Libya. Their hands were pinned to their sides and their noses were flat against the tarmac. But the camera panned low. You could see the sheer terror in their eyes as a beefy Gaddafi loyalist droned a litany of places where his men had killed protestors and where they yet would kill more. The men on the road are probably dead now.<\/p>\n

Richard III<\/em> is a play about a man of violence who maintains himself in office through a regime of unremitting brutality. It was written around 1590 but it is a mark of Shakespeare\u2019s evergreen genius that the dynamics it describes are still being played out in Libya, and elsewhere, today.<\/p>\n

We have grown used to the idea of Colonel Gaddafi as a figure of buffoonish comedy with his Ruritanian uniforms, his endless droning speeches, his voluptuous Ukrainian nurse, his preposterous golf buggy and his Bedouin tent erected in European parks when he arrives on official visits. When the Arab awakening spread to Libya Gaddafi seemed at first a figure of comic impotence.<\/p>\n

But now we know that Gaddafi was not inept or incapable. He was taking stock, before using merciless force to crush the protest movement. His troops, tanks, helicopters and artillery have now taken the rebel city of Zawiya, the oil port of Ras Lanuf and say they will move next on the rebel stronghold of Benghazi. Richard III <\/em>is no comedy. A story of cruelty, callousness, betrayal, imprisonment, torture and serial murder it is the bloodiest of Shakespeare\u2019s tragedies.<\/p>\n

The production, by a company called Propeller, currently touring Britain, is undoubtedly the bloodiest I\u2019ve ever seen. Propeller, directed by Ed Hall, is an inventive all-male company which has been responsible for some of the most exhilarating Shakespeare productions of recent years. Their Richard III<\/em> is set in a Victorian hospital with the primitive medical instruments of that time used by Richard\u2019s henchmen as tools of torture. Its gothic excess extends to the anachronistic use of electric drills and chainsaws as methods of execution.<\/p>\n

That might put you off taking your 11-year-old, despite the company\u2019s inspired handling of the text, but it has an important insight to offer. It is one that Col Gaddafi understands well enough. Violence only works if it is overwhelming. A certain number of deaths serves only to embolden civilian protesters to rally against the injustices meted out to their fallen comrades; but kill enough and the protestors vanish from the streets like dew in Libya\u2019s morning sun.<\/p>\n

Richard III is the classic image of villainy, his deformed body a satanic sacrament to his deformed mind. Shakespeare\u2019s later tragic heroes were more self-deluding but this first great villain is impure evil. Yet malevolence is fascinating as well as repulsive. Richard, Duke of Gloucester, invites the audience into his plots, speaking directly to them and \u2013 for all his dissembling to his wife-to-be, Lady Anne, and his brothers, peers, bishops and king \u2013 he never lies to the audience. So we spectators are drawn, in morbid fascination, into a kind of complicity as everything he plans comes perfectly to pass.<\/p>\n

In the Propeller production that extravagant mesmeric charm is thrillingly embodied by Richard Clothier as Richard. He plays the last Plantagenet as a cross between the epee-wielding British fascist, Sir Oswald Mosley, and the urbane Thatcher-cabinet diarist, Alan Clarke. He is heavy on the sardonic wit and layers his patrician performance with complex levels of irony which horrify and amuse simultaneously.<\/p>\n

That turns us all in to accomplices in his bloody violence. I overheard two old ladies in their seventies talking at the interval. \u201cI thought the chainsaw was a bit excessive,\u201d said one. \u201cIt reminded me,\u201d replied her companion, \u201cthat my chainsaw is in pieces in the porch. I must put it back together when I get home.\u201d This Duke of Gloucester makes us all into his Lady Anne as we seduced into being entertained by his malign deceits.<\/p>\n

Gaddafi\u2019s charm is of a different kind, but it is as beguiling. I have stood and watched him fascinated for an hour, though I have no Arabic, as he held forth in the square in Triopli. (He went on for another four hours apparently after I had enough and left). But, as he showed in that bizarre fish-restaurant interview with the BBC\u2019s Jeremy Bowen \u2013 in which he denied there were any protests, despite Bowen\u2019s contradictory eye-witness testimony \u2013 he is master of a similar irony. He knows that we know that he knows that it\u2019s all pretence, even as he insists we cannot cross the chasm that separates us from Arab culture.<\/p>\n

Yet the language is the same. Shakespeare\u2019s Gloucester is full of curses and imprecations which repeatedly reduce human beings to dogs, toads, spiders, boars and rooting hogs. Gaddafi\u2019s rhetoric is as bestial, with his references to the international media as \u201cdogs\u201d and his call upon his mercenary troops to shoot protestors he called \u201crats\u201d and \u201ccockroaches\u201d. He cursed the people of Benghazi telling them to \u201cjust wait\u201d.\u00a0 War is psychological as well as physical. Propaganda is to democracy what violence is to a dictatorship, Noam Chomsky once said. Richard III and Muamur Gaddafi use both.<\/p>\n

And both inhabit world of shifting alliances. Richard\u2019s peers constantly switch their backing from monarch to usurper.\u00a0 Part of what wrong-footed Gaddafi into inaction at the start of Libya\u2019s popular rebellion was the sheer mystification that the West \u2013 which had for years wooed him so assiduously \u2013 could turn on him so suddenly. In the choice between democracy and stability Washington and London had always chosen the latter; suddenly the priorities were inverted.<\/p>\n

Obama and Cameron, with high-minded hindsight, dismissed the deals that had been done by their predecessors with Libya. Tony Blair promised help in extracting more oil in return for Gaddafi \u2013 who had provided weapons to the IRA, bombed a Pan Am airliner over Lockerbie, and was developing nuclear weapons \u2013 dropping all that. \u201cDodgy deals with dictators in the desert,\u201d David Cameron the other day called what seems, even in retrospect, to have been rather a good idea, and which may indeed have spurred the aspirations we have seen blossoming in recent weeks.<\/p>\n

One thing was different in the theatre. Propeller\u2019s Richard committed right before us many of the murders which Shakespeare directs should happen offstage, on the bad king\u2019s orders, but at the hands of minions. Propeller\u2019s account was more dramatic, but less true, as were its untimely electric drill and chainsaw. Shakespeare\u2019s villain, like Colonel Gaddafi, gets others to do his malevolent bidding.<\/p>\n

In the end the great trickster Gloucester himself falls victim to a trick. He tries to persuade the widow of Edward IV to allow him to marry her daughter. But he uses the same technique with which he wooed his first wife. The dead king\u2019s widow promises her daughter to him \u2013 but then marries her to the man who overthrows the villain. What undoes Richard is that, at last, he comes up against a smarter opponent. In Libya perhaps Gaddafi will too.<\/p>\n

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