Just this week we lost Alan RickÂman, one of the most beloved British actors of his genÂerÂaÂtion. And like all the best beloved British actors of any genÂerÂaÂtion, he could, of course, do ShakeÂspeare the way the rest of us can tie our shoes — and not just the lines from the plays, but the sonÂnets. In the clip above, you can hear RickÂman give a readÂing of the satirÂiÂcal SonÂnet 130, which sends up the worÂshipÂful excessÂes of conÂtemÂpoÂrary courtÂly sonÂnets with lines like “My misÂtress’ eyes are nothÂing like the sun” and “I have seen rosÂes damask’d, red and white, but no such rosÂes see I in her cheeks.”
To propÂerÂly delivÂer this mateÂrÂiÂal requires a cerÂtain sense of irony, and we could rely on RickÂman to bring his own forÂmiÂdaÂble yet subÂtle ironÂic capacÂiÂty to the screen.
We always enjoyed seeÂing him pop up in a movie — no matÂter how impresÂsive or mediocre the movie in quesÂtion — because, I would argue, of the disÂtincÂtive sense of intelÂliÂgence with which he imbued all his charÂacÂters, from the ghost boyfriend in TruÂly, MadÂly, Deeply to the SherÂiff of NotÂtingÂham in Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves to HarÂry PotÂter’s Severus Snape to the bad guy in Die Hard. And natÂuÂralÂly, he doesÂn’t leave it at home when assumÂing the role of the narÂraÂtor of Thomas Hardy’s Return of the Native, a samÂple of which you can hear above.
One must strike an even more comÂpliÂcatÂed balÂance of emoÂtions to do jusÂtice to the prose of MarÂcel Proust, a task to which the actor proves himÂself equal in his recitaÂtion just above. “I think that life would sudÂdenÂly seem wonÂderÂful to us if we were threatÂened to die,” he says, using his inimÂitable voice for words that now sound more meanÂingÂful than ever:
Just think of how many projects, travÂels, love affairs, studÂies, it – our life – hides from us, made invisÂiÂble by our laziÂness which, cerÂtain of a future, delays them incesÂsantÂly.
But let all this threatÂen to become imposÂsiÂble for ever, how beauÂtiÂful it would become again! Ah! If only the catÂaÂclysm doesn’t hapÂpen this time, we won’t miss visÂitÂing the new galÂleries of the LouÂvre, throwÂing ourÂselves at the feet of Miss X, makÂing a trip to India.
The catÂaÂclysm doesn’t hapÂpen, we don’t do any of it, because we find ourÂselves back in the heart of norÂmal life, where negÂliÂgence deadÂens desire. And yet we shouldn’t have needÂed the catÂaÂclysm to love life today. It would have been enough to think that we are humans, and that death may come this evening.
Mr. RickÂman, you, too, will be missed…
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Shakespeare’s SatirÂiÂcal SonÂnet 130, As Read By Stephen Fry
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Based in Seoul, ColÂin MarÂshall writes and broadÂcasts on cities and culÂture. He’s at work on a book about Los AngeÂles, A Los AngeÂles Primer, the video series The City in CinÂeÂma, the crowdÂfundÂed jourÂnalÂism project Where Is the City of the Future?, and the Los AngeÂles Review of Books’ Korea Blog. FolÂlow him on TwitÂter at @colinmarshall or on FaceÂbook.