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By STEPHEN SPENDER
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June 10 th
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of Macbeth at the Old Vic, with Paul Rogers and Ann Todd.
Presumably because Ann Todd is a screen actress, they had at
tempted to turn Macbeth into a movie, with background music
often drowning the words, scenes melting into one another, and
no breaks in the action. Ann Todd looked like one of the more
sentimental, and therefore less inspired, fairytale inventions of
Walt Disney. She was right out of Snowwhite and the Seven
Dwarfs.
This is the greatest public success the Old Vic has had for many
years.
June 12 th
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to but as the line of the music. Someone to whom I remarked on
this told me that Chaliapin made just this impression.
Fischer-Diskau has another quality I associate with genius. He
realizes the utmost complexity of detail in a song with the most
effortless simplicity.
I saw another aspect of Vienna when L. and I called on the old
Princess S? at her palace. This grey, baroque palace is com
pletely desolate, falling into ruin, set amidst its garden of un
kempt grasses and roses running to wilderness. Princess S? is
a elderly, stalwart, grey-haired and outdoor-complexioned lady,
strong-as-a-horse-seeming. L. told me the Princess had lost six
sons in the war, that she is now penniless, her husband dying in
his room in the palace. L. said they were so poor that when she
went there she felt afraid to eat anything, even a potato. Yet the
Princess S? goes on attempting to have parties, which no one
attends, and to use the palace as a centre for soir?esy receptions,
and lectures. L. told me she was so determined that Count C.
should give a dissertation there on some psychological subject,
that she pursued him for weeks on end. Finally Count C took
to his bed when she called one day, pleading illness. She walked
into his bedroom and demanded that he get up and give a lecture
to a gathering which, she said, was assembled and waiting for
him at the palace.
While L. visited the Prince on his sick bed, the Princess took
me into a small kitchen which seemed to have been built into a
corner of a room, where she was preparing a scrappy meal. She
talked about poetry, explaining that she wanted to write a small
book in four languages. As she did so, I realized that she was of
a family that would once probably have patronized Rilke. She
mentioned the six sons she had lost in the war, in a matter-of-fact
way. A surviving son, I suppose the youngest, a boy of 17, came
in, bringing with him a friend, who was a cellist.
The Princess explained to me that on the following day there
was to be a social wedding in Vienna, of the son of the Archduke,
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and she had to be there. She asked me to meet her at the hair
dresser's and talk to her whilst she was having her hair curled in
preparation for the reception.
On the following morning, I did so. While girls were help
lessly trying to dry and curl her hair, she read to me from a
manuscript scrawled over in large forward-leaning handwriting,
partly in English, partly in German. It was balf-story half-essay,
a series of reflections and recollections, arising from some family
brooch of turquoises set in Hungarian style, which she had given
to a friend. Thoughts of the brooch led to recollections of her
childhood, her garden, her sons, and so on. I could not at all
judge the merits of the story, but what impressed me was the
strength of happiness won out of affliction which the Princess
gave as she read it.
At the hairdresser's the Princess told me she was shortly going
to set up as a jeweller. With her she had brought one of her
pieces of jewelry. It was a rose twig with leaves and buds on it
which had been dipped into a solution that covered it in a thin
layer of gilt. To me it seemed to demonstrate how ugly a world
must be where every object was transformed by the Midas touch.
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July 3rd
Ever since I heard X?and Y?agree, the other day, that
they would count Auden as brilliantly intelligent but not "in
tellectual," I have been thinking off and on about this. What
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build something new. This may have been because the first war
produced the combination of poverty and spiritual ruin against
a background of townscape doubtless shabby, but not destroyed.
The second world war produced terrible physical destruction,
followed within a few years by staggering material recovery
before many Germans had time to reflect on what had happened
to them spiritually. The Occupation, by taking over all re
sponsibility, provided people with a moral alibi.
The Germans of today, instead of wishing?as they did
after the first world war?to create new forms with which to
surround themselves, are simply anxious to use their prosperity
to fill in the gaps left by the war. They rebuild their bombed
cities to look exactly as they did before, not in their beauty but
in their ugliness, in much the same spirit perhaps as one goes to
the dentist and requires artificial teeth which are a replica of one's
lost real teeth. Filling in the gaps is the German passion today.
Here again one comes back to the theme of the Restoration in
which some observers say we are living. Hamburg certainly
gives the impression of Germany reconstructing proliferous bour
geois amenities. Every shop window attempts to put on show
Elegance of that special German kind which is so different from
any other kind of elegance elsewhere. Even the parcels in which
your purchases are wrapped have neat little tapes glued on, with
which to carry them.
Going into a toyshop called Kinderparadies, I noticed that the
paradise of German children is almost entirely mechanical. Prac
tically all the toys were of the constructional mechanical or aero
nautic kind. The only other beautifully made things I could
discover were some neat and pretty models?good enough for an
architectural display?of churches, farms, manors, etc.
The bookshops are packed with books on science and engineer
ing.
I went to the Europa College of the University. This is a
nice place, with buildings round a quadrangle, nice rooms for the
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July 17 th
Aida at Co vent Garden. A routine performance, which only
had one advantage: that of being sung in Italian. The scenery
and the costumes were in the vulgar Grand Opera manner which
always reminds me of the art nouveau style of certain stations of
the Paris M?tro. Every building done in this style looks like the
entrance to an Underground world. The dresses were glaringly
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July 18 th
Went to Stratford, to see Macbeth. Beyond High Wycombe,
the train runs through hundreds of miles of countryside that
seems all packed grass and hedges, quite unspoiled: through
Warwick, near Tewkesbury, all those places that seem nearer to
the Elizabethan than any other part of England. Stratford itself
is a bit disappointing, except for the stretch of the river near the
Memorial Theatre. The swans, the theatre itself, and the laid
out gardens with far too much stone about them, present an aspect
of England which seems all too characteristic of official tasteful
ness.
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was hunched up, and lunged forward 5 with his staring eyes his
Macbeth had a slight suggestion about it of Richard III.
It was not until the line "Macbeth shall murder sleep" that the
performance seemed to me really to come alive. After this, one
recognized the extraordinary merits of Olivier's performance.
He made one feel the impact of every word, without losing speed
and direction in doing so. He also had moments of hectic, vio
lent activity of the kind which makes him one of the great athletes
of the English theatre. He is the only English actor who gives
the impression of controlled acting with his whole body. Mag
nificent as Gielgud is, he too often gives the impression of acting
in spite of his body, spiritually rising above it. And as for Donald
Wolfit?the other considerable Shakespearean-hero actor, he has
a body that seems of some powerful yet strange quality, like an
electric eel.
Vivien Leigh's Lady Macbeth has been criticized, but it seemed
to me that it had the virtue of relating well to that of Macbeth.
To a great extent, she interpreted Lady Macbeth as foil. And
this is what she?imagistically?is. When she reads Macbeth's
letter after the meeting with the Weird Sisters, she is foil to his
mind. When she holds out her hands covered with blood, they
balance his hands, which are also covered with blood. She
is his fantastically beautiful foil, balancing his wildness with her
hysterical calm, in the scene of Banquo's banqueting or non
banqueting (as one likes to look at it) ghost. The sleep-walking
scene she did in a clear sustained way, like the single line of a solo
instrument in an adagio. The Doctor and the waiting woman
muttered against her pure tone and beautiful profile.
July 22nd
This evening went to the performance of Much Ado About
Nothing with Peggy Ashcroft and John Gielgud. This is the
third time within three or four years that I have seen this same
performance, which has become a classic of contemporary Shake
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July 24th
Gave a luncheon party at home for Hugh Gaitskell and his
wife, Sundrin Datta, the great Bengali writer, and his wife, and
Kay Cicellis, the Greek novelist.
I asked Hugh Gaitskell about our switchback economy in
England in which one quarter we are being told we are doing
extraordinarily well and, the next, given the impression that the
country is on the verge of bankruptcy and complete catastrophe.
He said he thought the ups and downs of the switchback were
exaggerated, but that it was impossible for us not to have ups and
downs unless there was a time in which all classes of society were
equally conscious of the whole situation and equally prepared to
act responsibly and in the same way. He did not think that our
bad periods were quite as bad as it was necessary?for the sake of
overcoming them?to make them out to be. On the whole, he
seemed optimistic.
His enemies?particularly in his own party?try to make out
that Gaitskell is a cold bureaucrat, uninterested in anything
except official figures and his own ambitions. I have always
found him much more interested in things outside politics than
most politicians, much more open-minded, amusing and warm.
The quality which he has to an astonishing degree is coolness?
imperturbability, and that is exactly what the Bevanites lack. He
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