Reviews for Pirandello's Henry IV

The average rating for Pirandello's Henry IV based on 2 reviews is 4 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2017-08-14 00:00:00 Kelvin Pullman A tema c'è il complesso e inestricabile rapporto tra finzione e verità, persona e personaggio, realtà e fuga da essa. Enrico IV è vittima non solo della pazzia (dapprima autentica e poi consapevolmente simulata), ma anche della propria incapacità/impossibilità di adeguarsi ad una realtà che non gli si confà più. Ma nel gioco tragicomico tra identità e finzione, in cui niente sembra vero, è implicato il desiderio di un possibile (impossibile?) istante di verità affermata e vissuta senza maschere. Ho "sentito" il testo pirandelliano impregnato di questo struggimento. "Tutta la vita è schiacciata così dal peso delle parole! Il peso dei morti! - Eccomi qua: potete credere sul serio che Enrico IV sia ancora vivo? Eppure, ecco, parlo e comando a voi vivi. Vi voglio così! - Vi sembra una burla anche questa, che seguitano a farla i morti la vita? - Sì, qua è una burla: ma uscite di qua, nel mondo vivo. Spunta il giorno. Il tempo è davanti a voi. Un'alba. Questo giorno che ci sta davanti - voi dite - lo faremo noi! - Sì? Voi? E salutatemi tutte le tradizioni! Salutatemi tutti i costumi! Mettetevi a parlare! Ripetete tutte le parole che si sono sempre dette! Credete di vivere? Rimasticate la vita dei morti!".

Review # 2 was written on 2011-03-24 00:00:00 Rob Cruzad Pirandello was a complex and bizarre man when it came to penning down personality narrations. His works on theatrical post-modern genres are not only mesmerizing but quite baffling at times. Henry IV is an engrossing masquerade about an actor/protagonist of a play who goes crazy after being knocked off his horse. The actor then wanders in a deluded world owing to the persona of Henry IV (a character he used to play before the ill-fated mishap) spanning over twelve years after the fall. Thus he then prefers to reside in his castle with his private counselors similar to the Henry IV of Germany. The entirety of the play consists of other characters trying to unmask the assumed persona to reveal the reality of a calamity. **Actors in session** Who are we? Why are we afraid of madmen? (To be noted that the term "madmen" restricts to exposing the genuineness of a character and not those preposterous junkies who play Nostradamus on street corners). When do authenticity of an individual halts and a façade is established which we perceive as reality? These questions are synonymous with Pirandello and his idea of existential artistry. Henry IV screams that he is not mad and argues as to why the world is afraid of "madmen"? Madness speaks the truth, exposes veracity that a conscious mind veils under the folds of obligatory societal façade; so asserts Pirandello. I do not know how legitimate the actor portraying Henry IV is in his actions, nevertheless I agree with Pirandello. As rational folks we premeditate our measures meticulously supervising our words and actions limiting inadvertent buffoonery. The slightest example would be people calling me a crazy bitch when my guttermouth precedes my mannerism. And that happens a lot. So am I a mad woman or is just that my courteous mask decides to shove up where it hurts the most. Am I reading way too much into this book? An interim story recounted by Henry about a priest justifies my quandary. An Irish priest who fell asleep in the sun one day on a park bench. He was dreaming, and when a young boy walked by and brushed his cheeks with a flower, the priest woke up, but still looked happy and forgetful around him. Suddenly he straightened up and the look of seriousness returned to his face. The priest who for couple of minutes had forgotten his "mask" dreamed blissfully until his conscious self took charge and resumed his duly disposition. At first, the book was pretty puzzling before I got the gist of the camouflaged dramatics, as his previous work Six Characters in Search of an Author and Other Plays relayed the same sentiments of illusionary realism of theatre but later contradicted on the notion of immutability of characters. Here, Pirandello tries to let the audience understand the fact that stage "reality" can be more authentic in real world. Whereas in 'Six Characters.... 'he talks about the illusion of emotive reality for its validity is corrupted by monotonous rehearsals. Nonetheless, both of them confront the essence of reality encumbered by metaphoric chimeras giving madness a therapeutic denotation.