The
Browning Version: Rising above delusions
Taplow and Andrew in the movie |
The Browning Version is arguably the best play written by
Terrence Rattigan. It forces us to take a deep look at how we delude ourselves
with certain comforting falsehoods. Life is a protracted pain with enough
intervals of joys and delights. We add more joys in the form of illusions and
delusions in order to alleviate the pain.
Andrew Crocker-Harris is a middle-aged teacher in a residential school.
His wife, Millie, who is not at all happy with the rigid school-masterly ways
of her husband seeks her pleasures from other male teachers of the school.
Frank is one such young teacher.
The play takes place on Andrew’s last day at school. He has to leave the
job because of a medical problem. He was never liked by his students,
colleagues or the administration and hence no one is going to miss him. A
student named Taplow comes to Andrew’s residence that evening as he has been
punished with extra work for missing one of Andrew’s classes. Frank also
reaches Andrew’s residence to bid goodbye as well as arrange his next meeting
with Millie in the new place.
Taplow is the typical naughty schoolboy with mixed feelings towards his
teacher. He thinks that Mr Crocker-Harris is worse than a sadist because he has
no feelings at all. Yet he feels some pity for his teacher in the last moment and
brings him a gift: a second-hand edition of Browning’s translation of the Greek
tragedy, Agamemnon. He has autographed it with a quote from the play
itself: “God from afar looks graciously upon a gentle master.”
Andrew is comforted by Taplow’s gesture especially because he has no
reason to think that anyone in the school likes him at all. The truth is that
Taplow didn’t like the master either. His gift is not so much an innocent
gesture of appreciation as an oblique poke at Andrew’s lack of self-awareness.
Andrew doesn’t know that the boy was mimicking him and having a hearty laugh
with Frank at his expense just a few moments ago.
Andrew tells Frank that he values Taplow’s gesture. “I would rather have
had this present, I think, than almost anything I can think of,” he says. He is
obviously moved by the first instance of some affection being extended to him.
Frank knows that Taplow has not been motivated by genuine affection. But he
does not disillusion Andrew. He knows that some illusions and delusions are
necessary to keep life going.
Millie is not so kind, however. She laughs at Andrew for letting himself
be deluded by a boy’s silly prank. “Why should he be allowed his comforting
little illusions?” She asks Frank when he pleads with her not to reveal the
truth about Taplow to Andrew.
Andrew is shattered by what his wife reveals. She tells him brutally
that the gift was just “a few bobs’ worth of appeasement” from an “artful
little beast.” She rubs it in ruthlessly by giving the graphic details of Taplow’s
comic imitation of his teacher.
Millie has had her revenge on her husband whom she could never bring
herself to like. But in the process she loses him and she loses Frank. Frank is
revolted by her insensitivity. Andrew comes to the realisation that his
delusions are no more genuine comforts than is his self-righteous dutifulness.
He need not go on with a wife merely for the sake of upholding certain
conventions. He doesn’t have to go on being “woefully ignorant of the facts of
life”. He has the choice to confront life squarely in the face. Now he acquires
the courage to exercise that choice.
Delusions are like drugs that soothe you superficially. Andrew was aware
of his wife’s infidelity right from the beginning. He knew that she had many
men in her life. In their bed, more correctly. No self-respecting man
could ever have genuine affection for an egotistic woman like Millie. Andrew
continued to tolerate Millie merely out of a sense of duty, a duty not to add
“another grave wrong” to her by abandoning her. Marrying her was the first
grave wrong.
Andrew is wrong, however. He was fooling himself with his delusions
because he lacked the courage to confront the truths.
“All are lunatics, but he who can analyse his delusion is called a
philosopher,” said Ambrose Bierce. We are all lunatics to some degree or the
other. The more delusions we add to our consciousness, the more lunatic we
remain. We need to gather enough courage to confront our comforting delusions
if we wish to live a genuine life. Being ourselves is not easy, but there is
nothing more gratifying than living what you genuinely are.
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I am unfamiliar with this play but it seems a good one.
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Not many are familiar with it because Rattigan is usually not found in university prescriptions or libraries.
DeleteAt the outset I haven't read the play. But very interesting. Personally I'd rather be real even if it hurts. But in my opinion we are all almost always living with some sort of delusion at least. What do you think. I will come back to read your response.
ReplyDeleteYes, most people delude themselves one way or another, knowingly or unknowingly. Psychological comforts, that's what delusions are. If you discard them life can ne tough but more satisfying.
DeleteYes and we must prioritise what would work for us. Thanks.
DeleteI liked the way you've written this post... very interesting... we are all lunatics trying to play a part in bigger life, really thought provoking-delusions, illusions and being genuine in this world.
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked it. This is a play I have reread a number of times because there is an extract from it in one of the texts I'm teaching. I find all the four characters very interesting; each one is a specimen.
Delete"We need to gather enough courage to confront our comforting delusions if we wish to live a genuine life"....so perfectly put. I see that there is much we can learn from this play.
ReplyDeleteYes, the play peeps into the complexities of human nature.
DeleteEnjoyed reading this post and the thoughts it throws up!
ReplyDeleteThe play itself will be double joy.
DeleteI havent read this play, infact I havent read many plays. And so agree that delusions work superficially. Yet we humans seek it
ReplyDeleteMany are the consolations of delusions.
DeleteIt is indeed a fact that we allow our souls to be chained by conventional mores. The society teaches us that certain boundaries should not bbe crossed thereby preventing us from being true to ourselves.
ReplyDeleteThere's also another side, Jai. The society can't afford to let some people be themselves. The sadists, for example. There are born criminals too. And the majority aren't even interested in personal liberty!
DeleteSelf-righteous dutifulness is a kind of delusion, it seems.
ReplyDeleteA thought provoking one. I can relate myself in some respects.Thanks for this nice read.
Self-righteousness is a sort of mask. Dutifulness can be good or bad depending on what motivates it: imagine the dutifulness of a present-day bhakt! Andrew was actually concealing his weakness of character vis-a-vis Millie by ignoring her infidelity.
DeleteI haven't read this play. Thanks for the recommendation!
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure, Shalini.
DeleteHavent read this play but loved the way you have shared it. It has some profound life lessons and gives some food for thought!
ReplyDeleteThere's a movie too. I haven't watched the movie but.
DeleteI love the last few lines.....very true... Being ourself is not easy... Probably the most difficult thing to do... And that's why we love to delude ourselves to the extent that we are in a state of dissonance.... We like to believe we are ourselves but we are not... And only if we dare to be ever coming out of all the delusions would we ever know... How gratifying it is!!
ReplyDeleteIt's tough to be our real selves. Can we live without some pretension, some hypocrisy? Anyway the world accepts our neuroses because they are also neurotics. And thus it goes on!
DeleteThey say that cats drink the milk by closing the eyes thinking that the cat will not be seen. But world does witness.
ReplyDeleteMillie was one such cat and Andrew was silent spectator, who should have raised his voice and separated from her earlier. But if this would have happened, the drama/ play would not have been interesting!!
Imperfections make the great stories, so did this play/ drama.
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Yes, if all people give up their delusions there would be no literature! :)
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