Kathy is away this week working on something Sherlockian (which I’m sure you’ll read about here soon). In the meantime, this week’s blog post is motivated by perhaps the most notorious episode of NPR’s This American Life, which was the topic of lunchtime conversation recently at the Rosenbach. The theme: fiascos. If you want to hear about the worst production of Peter Pan ever staged or how a minor change in a local radio program turned into a state-wide cultural throwdown then give a listen to the episode. If you want to know which fiascos are hidden behind the covers and enclosures of objects in this museum…well, that’s what I’m here for. Consider me Mr. Fiasco. I’ve got three stories of fiascos related to objects in our collection, which I’ll post separately to avoid any single post becoming an outrageously long…well, you know.
Act I: A Solemn Mockery.
|Henry II, a "newly discovered" Shakespeare play forged by William Henry Ireland. The Rosenbach of the Free Library of Philadelphia, EL3 f.I65i MS4.|
|Transcription of Ireland's forged Vortigern. The Rosenbach of the Free Library, EL3 f.I65i MS3.|
|A hand-bill distributed during the performance refuting Malone's claims. The Rosenbach of the Free Library of Philadelphia, EL3 f.I65i MS3.|
|The "solemn mockerye" passage from William Henry Ireland's forged Votigern play. The Rosenbach of the Free Library of Philadelphia, EL3 f.I65i MS3.|
You had to be there: the way that Kemble spat the last line at the audience apparently left no question at which mockery he was addressing. The crowd picked up on it and started jeering and whistling. Kemble let this go on then fired his second torpedo, repeating the line with an equal measure of disdain for the same reaction. When the play finally ended, it was announced that Vortigern would be shown again the following Monday, which was greeted with loud booing from the crowd. Tempers were so high by then that a fight broke out in the pit between the booers and the play’s supporters. Chaos ensued. The sanctity of the Bard was at stake and the theater became the battleground for this holy war. Kemble hastily took the stage to say, on second thought, they’ll do a different play on Monday.
The fight eventually broke up and everybody went home, but the Vortigern fiasco continued in print. Newspaper reviews and much word-of-mouth excoriated the production and largely blamed the pretentious Samuel Ireland for the forgeries. Samuel refused to renounce them, and instead published a critique of Malone. This put immense pressure on William Henry Ireland to confess and clear his father's name. He eventually did, though his father never believed that his son had the talent or intelligence to play at being Shakespeare for as long as he had, and the critics assumed it was some sort of trick Samuel had forced his son into doing. Not surprisingly, after his exposure William Henry's reputation was in the gutter. But since he was known as a forger, why not make the most of it? He began to copy his own forgeries and sell them as the original forgeries. You can see them here, including his copy of Vortigern—is a forgery of a forgery a fiasco?
Mr. Fiasco is Curator of the Maurice Sendak Collection at The Rosenbach of the Free Library of Philadelphia.