Earlier this year, Kathe Koja released
Christopher Wild. Her literary love affair with Christopher Marlowe continues below, in this fictional interview....
Interviewing Mr. Marlowe
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| Interview by Kathe Koja |
Let’s meet him in a noisy pub, at a narrow scarred table
near the door, with friends or disputants rowdy on either side: because he likes
a drink, and enjoys a verbal brawl, he knows exactly how to argue, when to use
logic, when to use force. He’s young, he’s dressed to impress, his name is
Christopher but everyone calls him Kit: Kit Marlowe, who’s famous all over
London as a wit and a poet and a playmaker, whose words are declaimed by actors
and quoted by citizens and even scrawled on walls to incite civil insurrections.
He’s admired and emulated (hello, Will Shakespeare), he’s envied and maybe
hated, and now he sits there waiting for us to stand the next round.
It can be chancy, to let a writer’s oeuvre do all the
talking, but if we’re going to have answers to our interview questions, that’s
the way it has to be. So let’s start with the hardest question first:
Q: Is it true that, beyond being a superstar playwright, you’re
also a spy for Queen Elizabeth’s secret service?
Christopher Marlowe: Might first made kings.
Q: Is that a yes?
CM: Matters of import, aimed at by many, but understood by
none.
Q: Classified, OK, we’ll read between the lines . . . And
you’ve written some agelessly beautiful, indelible lines—“Is this the face that
launched a thousand ships? Infinite riches in a little room. Make me immortal
with a kiss”— starting with your
first play, Tamburlaine. Tamburlaine was
a game-changer for the whole of London theatre, wasn’t it.
CM: From jigging veins of rhyming mother wits, and such
conceits as clownage keeps in pay, we’ll lead you to the stately tent of war—[pause as pint arrives] And then
applaud his fortune as you please.
Q: Hard to say which is more gorgeous and bloody, your blank
verse or the action onstage! Tamburlaine is a hardass –
CM: The scourge of God and terror of the world –
Q: And you brought him to life. What was it like, to be just
out of school, and score such a sudden, stunning success? Tamburlaine had an immediate sequel –
CM: The general welcomes Tamburlaine received hath made the poet
pen his second part –
Q: – and your other plays have been just as commercially
successful, even though your subject matter is extreme. In Doctor Faustus, a man sells his soul to the devil—though you’re not
a religious person yourself, are you?
CM: Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, resolve me
of all ambiguities? . . . These vain trifles of men’s souls! I count religion
but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance. If I were to write
a new religion—!
Q: Blasphemy’s kind of illegal here, isn’t it . . . You have
a master’s degree from a very prestigious university. What’s your take on
higher ed?
CM: To this day is every scholar poor –
Q: You were a scholarship student yourself.
CM: – gross gold from them runs headlong to the boor! I’ll
have them fill the public schools with silk, wherewith the students shall be
bravely clad. Fantastic liveries, a short Italian hooded cloak . . . Speak well
of scholars.
Q: Let’s talk about your translations of Ovid and Lucan,
both of them controversial poets like yourself. In fact, Ovid’s erotic verses
were suppressed –
CM: I mean not to defend the ‘scapes of any –
Q: They were pretty hot –
CM: – or justify my vices, being many. [Laughs]
Q: And your own “Hero and Leander” was pretty hot, too! Two
gorgeous young people, separated by a dangerous river, risking their virtue and
their lives to be together –
CM: Whoever loved that loved not at first sight?
Q: All your plays’ central characters—Tamburlaine, Faustus,
Barabas the Jew of Malta, King Edward—are men at odds with their societies.
Would you say you had an outsider’s view of the world?
CM: That like I best that flies beyond my reach. And peril
is the chiefest way to happiness . . . The hour ends the day, the author ends
his work –
And just like that the glass is empty and our interview’s
done, he’s off from the table, he’s leaving the pub—is he headed for his
lodgings in grimy Shoreditch? Or his wealthy patron’s estate in Kent? Someone
says something about a meeting in Deptford . . . We’ll hope to meet him again,
if not in this pub then always in his words.
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Bios:
Christopher Marlowe, poet and playwright, brought blank
verse to passionate heights, and blazed the trail that Shakespeare followed,
with his enormously successful plays for the London stage: Tamburlaine, Doctor Faustus, The Jew of Malta, Edward II, The Massacre
at Paris. But his clandestine career as a spy put his life in peril; he was
stabbed to death in what the government rushed to call a drunken argument in an
eating-house in Deptford. He was 29.
Kathe Koja’s novel
CHRISTOPHER WILD takes immortal badass Kit
Marlowe from his past into our future. She is currently adapting Marlowe’s
EDWARD II into an experiential performance event,
GLITTER KING, set in a Detroit
punk bar, for early 2018.
