An argument could be made that first-person narration starts
to deconstruct the fourth wall, but in Wodehouse the style is more gentle than
blatant. In the later Jeeves and Wooster
novels, when Bertie makes reference to the Scripture Knowledge prize or his
article on What the Well-Dress Gentleman is Wearing that was published in his
aunt’s magazine, he usually states that the reader probably knows all about
them. I was a little thrown, then, when
I was reading Laughing Gas last month, and came across this quotation: “The
Hitlers and Mussolinis of the picture world… What do they do? They ship these assortments of New York
playwrights and English novelists out here and leave it all to them. Outside talent doesn’t get a chance.”** It just so happens that Wodehouse was one of
those English novelists in Hollywood. My
Wodehouse-man uncle told me that Plum was drummed out of Tinseltown for
publicly acknowledging that he was earning a lot of money for almost no
work. This passage felt almost as though
it was an apology to the native writers he must have met during his time
there. Like most of Wodehouse, though,
nothing is blatant. The fourth wall is
merely being touched, not shattered.
Speaking of being shattered, anyone who is recovering from a wretched marriage or a cruel break-up should not touch Gone Girl with even a fifty-foot pole. This novel annihilates the fourth wall, drawing the audience in to some extremely tawdry events that make you question the basic decency of humanity. It is beautifully written and constructed, but its soul is black and I wonder at the wisdom of reading such things (for the record, I‘m pressing on because it is for a book club). I am reminded of a Nietzche quotation that I came across last week: “Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.” Sometimes, there are very good reasons to have walls protecting people.
*Now that I’m thinking about it though, I wonder when it
began. I was involved with a few
Shakespearian productions when I was younger.
While my dim, addled memory does not recall a stage direction requiring
the actor to address the audience, I do know that it happens all the time. Perhaps it was a trick in live stage
productions used to draw in an audience that became more formalized later
on. Who knows. There is probably a doctoral thesis all about
this moldering away in the bowels of a library somewhere.
** For reference, this novel was written in 1936, I.e.
before the start of WW II. There is a
lot of debate surrounding some controversial radio broadcasts he made during
the conflict about whether Wodehouse was politically naïve. Reading this casts massive shadows of doubt
on this for me.
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