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20.
I forget who used the word first. Someone in the press, probably. Or one of my teachers. Whoever—it took hold and circulated. I’d been cast in my role in the Rolling Royal Melodrama1. Longbefore I was old enough to drink a beer (legally) it became dogma.
Harry2? Yeah, he’s the naughty one.
Naughty became the tide I swam against, the headwind I flew against, the daily expectation Icould never hope to shake.
I didn’t want to be naughty. I wanted to be noble. I wanted to be good, work hard, grow up anddo something meaningful with my days. But every sin, every misstep, every setback3 triggered thesame tired label, and the same public condemnations, and thereby4 reinforced the conventionalwisdom that I was innately5 naughty.
Things might have been different if I’d achieved good grades. But I didn’t and everyone knewit. My reports were in the public domain6. The whole Commonwealth7 was aware of my academicstruggles, which were largely due to being overmatched at Eton.
But no one ever discussed the other probable cause.
Mummy.
Study, concentration, requires an alliance with the mind, and in my teen years I was wagingall-out war with mine. I was forever fending8 off its darkest thoughts, its basest fears—its fondestmemories. (The fonder the memory, the deeper the ache.) I’d found strategies for doing this, somehealthy, some not, but all quite effective, and whenever they were unavailable—for instance, whenI was forced to sit quietly with a book—I freaked out. Naturally, I avoided such situations.
At all costs, I avoided sitting quietly with a book.
It struck me at some point that the whole basis of education was memory. A list of names, acolumn of numbers, a mathematical formula, a beautiful poem—to learn it you had to upload it tothe part of the brain that stored stuff, but that was the same part of my brain I was resisting. Mymemory had been spotty since Mummy disappeared, by design, and I didn’t want to fix it, becausememory equaled grief.
Not remembering was balm.
It’s also possible that I’m misremembering my own struggles with memory from back then,because I do recall being very good at memorizing some things, like long passages from AceVentura and The Lion King. I’d recite them often, to mates, to myself. Also, there’s a photo of me,sitting in my room, at my pull-out desk, and there amid the cubbyholes and chaotic9 papers sits asilver-framed photo of Mummy. So. Despite my clear memory of not wanting to remember her, Iwas also trying gamely not to forget her.
Difficult as it was for me to be the naughty one, and the stupid one, it was anguish10 for Pa,because it meant I was his opposite.
What troubled him most was how I went out of my way to avoid books. Pa didn’t merelyenjoy books, he exalted11 them. Especially Shakespeare. He adored Henry V. He compared himselfto Prince Hal. There were multiple Falstaffs in his life, like Lord Mountbatten, his beloved great-uncle, and Laurens van der Post, the irascible intellectual acolyte12 of Carl Jung.
When I was about six or seven, Pa went to Stratford and delivered a fiery13 public defense14 ofShakespeare. Standing15 in the place where Britain’s greatest writer was born and died, Pa decriedthe neglect of Shakespeare’s plays in schools, the fading of Shakespeare from British classrooms,and from the nation’s collective consciousness. Pa peppered this fiery oration16 with quotations17 fromHamlet, Macbeth, Othello, The Tempest, The Merchant of Venice—he plucked the lines from thinair, like petals18 from one of his homegrown roses, and tossed them into the audience. It wasshowmanship, but not in an empty way. He was making the point: You should all be able to dothis. You should all know these lines. They’re our shared heritage, we should be cherishing them,safeguarding them, and instead we’re letting them die.
I never doubted how much it upset Pa that I was part of the Shakespeare-less hordes19. And Itried to change. I opened Hamlet. Hmm: Lonely prince, obsessed20 with dead parent, watchesremaining parent fall in love with dead parent’s usurper…?
I slammed it shut. No, thank you.
Pa never stopped fighting the good fight. He was spending more time at Highgrove, his 350-acre estate in Gloucestershire, and it was just down the road from Stratford, so he made a point oftaking me now and then. We’d turn up unannounced, watch whatever play they were putting on, itdidn’t matter to Pa. Didn’t matter to me either, though for different reasons.
It was all torture.
On many nights I didn’t understand most of what was taking place or being said onstage. Butwhen I did understand, worse for me. The words burned. They troubled. Why would I want to hearabout a grief-stricken kingdom “contracted in one brow of woe”? That just put me in mind ofAugust 1997. Why would I want to meditate21 upon the inalterable fact that “all that lives must die,passing through nature to eternity22…”? I had no time to think about eternity.
The one piece of literature I remember enjoying, even savoring23, was a slender American novel.
Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck. We were assigned it in our English divs.
Unlike Shakespeare, Steinbeck didn’t need a translator. He wrote in plain, simple vernacular24.
Better yet, he kept it tight. Of Mice and Men: a brisk 150 pages.
Best of all, its plot was diverting. Two blokes, George and Lennie, gadding25 about California,looking for a place to call their own, trying to overcome their limitations. Neither’s a genius, butLennie’s trouble seems to be more than low IQ. He keeps a dead mouse in his pocket, strokes itwith his thumb—for comfort. He also loves a puppy so much that he kills it.
A story about friendship, about brotherhood26, about loyalty27, it was filled with themes I foundrelatable. George and Lennie put me in mind of Willy and me. Two pals28, two nomads29, goingthrough the same things, watching each other’s back. As Steinbeck has one character say: “A guyneeds somebody—to be near him. A guy goes nuts if he ain’t got nobody.”
So true. I wanted to share it with Willy.
Too bad he was still pretending not to know me.
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2 harry | |
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4 thereby | |
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6 domain | |
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7 commonwealth | |
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8 fending | |
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11 exalted | |
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12 acolyte | |
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17 quotations | |
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22 eternity | |
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adj.地方的,用地方语写成的;n.白话;行话;本国语;动植物的俗名 | |
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25 gadding | |
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n.游牧部落的一员( nomad的名词复数 );流浪者;游牧生活;流浪生活 | |
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