It Could Happen Here - CZM Book Club: "The Happy Prince" by Oscar Wilde

Episode Date: June 2, 2024

Margaret reads you a children's story written by one of the greatest queer icons of history.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information....

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Starting point is 00:00:00 Hey guys, I'm Kate Max. You might know me from my popular online series, The Running Interview Show, where I run with celebrities, athletes, entrepreneurs, and more. After those runs, the conversations keep going. That's what my podcast, Post Run High, is all about. It's a chance to sit down with my guests and dive even deeper into their stories, their journeys, and the thoughts that arise once we've hit the pavement together. Listen to Post Run High on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. Curious about queer sexuality, cruising, and
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Starting point is 00:01:47 Book Club! Book Club! Book Club! Book Club! Hello, and welcome to Cool Zone Media Book Club, the only book club where I do the reading for you. I'm your host, Margaret Kiljoy, and this week, I'm really excited about this week. I probably say that most weeks. I'm pretty excited about most weeks. I kind of love my job. So, today's story is by one of my all-time favorite people, Oscar Wilde. He's one of the most misquoted and misremembered people in history. Oscar Wilde was an Irish anarchist who lived at the end of the 19th century and became, for a while, the most famous Irishman in England. He's remembered for being clever and various quips,
Starting point is 00:02:28 like telling border guards, I have nothing to declare but my genius, or for how on his deathbed he kept telling visitors, me and that wallpaper are in a fight to the death. He's remembered as this basically apolitical clever fellow, not just as a dandy, but as the dandy. I remember him differently, after all that I've read about him. I did a two-parter on cool people who did cool stuff about him recently. Check it out if you haven't already. Oscar Wilde was a
Starting point is 00:02:58 flamboyant queer icon who beat up his bullies and talked openly and intelligently about anarchism, including paying the bail for about anarchism, including paying the bail for an anarchist and writing this essay, The Soul of Man Under Socialism, which became one of the most widely read tracts about socialism. And it was about anti-authoritarian socialism because he was cool. He was persecuted relentlessly for his sexuality and eventually the state essentially hounded him to death. After a spectacular show trial, he was convicted to hard labor for his sexual interest in men, which broke his health and led him to an early grave. It's how I learned that a treadmill
Starting point is 00:03:36 was originally called that because prisoners would walk on it to mill things like he had to do. walk on it to mill things like he had to do. He wrote introspectively about his time in prison, about how suffering is as much a part of life as the joy and reckless abandon that he'd also sought out in his life. On his deathbed, with his longtime lover and sometimes partner at his side, he converted to Catholicism. He was also, yes, woody as hell. So, queer Irish Catholic anarchist Oscar Wilde, I see you. This week's story is the title story of a book he published in 1888, at the peak of his career and as he was just discovering his politics. The book is called The Happy Prince and Other Stories, and the story is called The Happy Prince. You probably figured that out because
Starting point is 00:04:25 it's in the title of the episode you downloaded and also because I told you it was the title story of a book called The Happy Prince. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I do. The Happy Prince by Oscar Wilde, 1888. High above the city on a tall column stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold. For eyes he had two bright sapphires and a large red ruby glowed on his sword hilt. He was very much admired indeed. He is as beautiful as a weathercock, remarked one of the town councillors
Starting point is 00:05:01 who wished to gain a reputation for having artistic tastes. Only not quite so useful, he added, fearing lest people should think him unpractical, which he really was not. Why can't you be like the happy prince? asked a sensible mother of her little boy who was crying for the moon. The happy prince never dreams of crying for anything.
Starting point is 00:05:21 I am glad there is someone in the world who is quite happy, muttered a disappointed man as he gazed at the wonderful statue. He looks just like an angel, said the charity children as they came out of the cathedral in their bright scarlet cloaks and their clean white pinafores. How do you know, said the mathematical master. You have never seen one. Ah, but we have in our dreams, answered the children. And the mathematical master frowned and looked very severe, for he did not approve of children dreaming. One night there flew over the city a little swallow. His friends had gone away to
Starting point is 00:05:58 Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind, for he was in love with most beautiful Reed. He had met her early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big yellow moth and had been so attracted by her slender waist that he had stopped to talk to her shall I love you said the swallow who liked to come to the point at once
Starting point is 00:06:17 and the Reed made him a low bow so he flew round and round her touching the water with his wings making silver ripples this was his courtship and round her, touching the water with his wings, making silver ripples. This was his courtship, and it lasted all through the summer. It is a ridiculous attachment, twittered the other swallows. She has no money and far too many relations. And indeed, the river was quite full of reeds.
Starting point is 00:06:40 Then, when the autumn came, they all flew away. After they had gone, he felt lonely and began to tire of his lady love. She has no conversation, he said, and I'm afraid she's a coquette, for she is always flirting with the wind. And certainly, whenever the wind blew, the reed made the most graceful curtsies. I admit that she is domestic, he continued, but I love traveling and my wife consequently should love traveling also. Will you come away with me, he said finally to her, but the reed shook her head. She was so attached to her home. You have been trifling with me, he cried. I am off to the pyramids.
Starting point is 00:07:17 Goodbye, and he flew away. All day long he flew, and at nighttime he arrived at the city. All day long he flew, and at night time he arrived at the city. Where shall I put up, he said. I hope the town has made preparations. Then he saw the statue on the tall column. I will put up there, he cried. It is a fine position with plenty of fresh air. So he alighted just between the feet of the happy prince. I have a golden bedroom, he said softly to himself as he looked round, and he prepared to go to sleep. But just as he was putting his head under his wing, a large drop of water fell on him. What a curious thing, he cried. There is not a single cloud in
Starting point is 00:07:56 the sky. The stars are quite clear and bright, and yet it is raining. The climate in the north of Europe is really dreadful. The reed used to like the rain, but that was merely her selfishness. Then another drop fell. What is the use of a statue if it cannot keep the rain off, he said. I must look for a good chimney pot, and he determined to fly away. But before he had opened his wings, a third drop fell, and he looked up and saw, ah, what did he see? I'll tell you what he saw, but only after you listen to ads like a captive audience or press the forward 15 seconds button as many times as you want until you hear the bumper music and then I'll start reading again.
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Starting point is 00:11:48 and tears were running down his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in the moonlight that the little swallow was filled with pity. Who are you? he said. I am the happy prince. Why are you weeping then? asked the swallow. You have quite drenched me. When I was alive and had a human heart, answered the statue, I did not know what tears were,
Starting point is 00:12:10 for I lived in the palace of San Susi, where sorrow is not allowed to enter. In the daytime I played with my companions in the garden, and in the evening I led the dance in the great hall. Round the garden ran a very lofty wall, but I never cared to ask what lay beyond it. Everything around me was so beautiful. My courtiers called me the happy prince, and happy indeed I was, if pleasure be happiness. So I lived, and so I died. And now that I am dead, they have set me up here so high, that I can see all the ugliness and all the misery of my city. set me up here so high that I can see all the ugliness and all the misery of my city. And though my heart is made of lead, I cannot choose but weep.
Starting point is 00:12:52 What? Is he not solid gold? said the swallow to himself. He was too polite to make any personal remarks out loud. Far away, continued the statue in a low musical voice. Far away in a little street there is a poor house. One of the windows is open, and through it I can see a woman seated at a table. Her face is thin and worn, and she has coarse red hands all pricked by the needle, for she is a seamstress. She is embroidering passion flowers on a satin gown for the loveliest of the queen's maids of honor to wear at the next court ball. In a bed in the corner of the room,
Starting point is 00:13:28 her little boy is lying ill. He has a fever and is asking for oranges. His mother has nothing to give him but river water, so he is crying. Swallow, swallow, little swallow, will you not bring her the ruby out of my sword hilt? My feet are fastened to this pedestal, and I cannot move. I am waited for in Egypt, said the swallow.
Starting point is 00:13:55 My friends are flying up and down the Nile and talking to the large lotus flowers. Soon they will go to sleep in the tomb of the great king. The king is there himself in his painted coffin. He is wrapped in yellow linen and embalmed with spices. Round his neck is a chain of pale green jade, and his hands are like withered leaves. Swallow, swallow, little swallow, said the prince. Will you not stay with me for one night and be my messenger?
Starting point is 00:14:22 The boy is so thirsty, and the mother so sad. I don't think I like boys, answered the swallow. Last summer, when I was staying on the river, there were two rude boys, the Miller sons, who were always throwing stones at me. They never hit me, of course. We swallows fly far too well for that. And besides, I come of a family famous for its agility. But still, it was a mark of disrespect. famous for its agility, but still, it was a mark of disrespect. But the happy prince looked so sad that the little swallow was sorry. It is very cold here, he said, but I will stay with you for one night and be your messenger. Thank you, little swallow, said the prince. So the swallow picked out the great ruby from the prince's sword and flew away with it in his beak over the roofs of the town. He passed by the cathedral tower where the white marble angels were sculptured.
Starting point is 00:15:12 He passed by the palace and heard the sound of dancing. A beautiful girl came out on the balcony with her lover. How wonderful the stars are, he said to her, and how wonderful is the power of love. I hope my dress will be ready in time for the state ball, she answered. I have ordered passion flowers to be embroidered on it, but the seamstresses are so lazy. He passed over the river and saw the lanterns hanging to the masts of the ships. He passed over the ghetto and saw the old Jews bargaining with each other and weighing out money in copper scales. At last he came to the poorhouse and looked in. The boy was tossing feverishly on his bed, and the mother had fallen asleep. She was so tired. In he hopped and laid the great ruby on
Starting point is 00:15:57 the table beside the woman's thimble. Then he flew gently round the bed, fanning the boy's forehead with his wings. How cool I feel, said the boy. I must be getting better. And he sank into a delicious slumber. Then the swallow flew back to the happy prince and told him what he had done. It is curious, he remarked, but I feel quite warm now, although it is so cold. That is because you have done a good action, said the prince, and the little swallow began to
Starting point is 00:16:25 think, and then he fell asleep. Thinking always made him sleepy. When day broke, he flew down to the river and had a bath. What a remarkable phenomenon, said the professor of ornithology as he was passing over the bridge. A swallow in winter, and he wrote a long letter about him to the local newspaper. Everyone quoted it. It was so full of so many words that they could not understand. Tonight I shall go to Egypt, said the swallow, and he was in high spirits at the prospect. He visited all the public monuments and sat a long time on top of the church steeple. Wherever he went, the sparrows chirruped and said to each other,
Starting point is 00:17:04 What a distinguished stranger! So he enjoyed himself very much. When the moon rose, he flew back to the happy prince. Have you any commissions for Egypt? He cried. I am just starting. Swallow, swallow, little swallow, said the prince. Will you not stay with me one night longer? I am waited for in Egypt, answered the swallow. Tomorrow my friends will fly up to the second cataract. The river horse couches there among the bulrushes, and on a great granite throne sits the god Memnon. All night long he watches the stars, and when the morning star shines he utters one cry of joy, and then he is silent. At noon, the yellow lions come down to the water's edge to drink. They have eyes like green barrels, and their roar is louder than the roar of the cataract.
Starting point is 00:17:52 Swallow, swallow, little swallow, said the prince. Far away across the city I see a young man in a garret. He is leaning over a desk covered with papers, and in a tumbler by his side there is a bunch of withered violets. His hair is brown and crisp, and his lips are as red as pomegranate, and he has large and dreamy eyes. He is trying to finish a play for the director of the theater, but he is too cold to write anymore. There is no fire in the grate, and hunger has made him faint. I will wait with you one night longer, said the swallow, who really had a good heart. Shall I take him another ruby? Alas, I have no ruby now,
Starting point is 00:18:32 said the prince. My eyes are all that I have left. They are made of rare sapphires, which were brought out of India a thousand years ago. Pluck out one of them and take it to him. He will sell it to the jeweler and buy food and firewood and finish his play. Dear prince, said the swallow, I cannot do that. And he began to weep. Swallow, swallow, little swallow, said the prince. Do as I command you. So the swallow plucked out the prince's eye and flew away to the student's garret.
Starting point is 00:19:04 It was easy enough to get in as there was a hole in the roof. Through this he darted and came into the room. The young man had his head buried in his hands, so he did not hear the flutter of the bird's wings. And when he looked up, he found the beautiful sapphire lying on the withered violets. I'm beginning to be appreciated, he cried. This is from some great admirer. Now I can finish my play.
Starting point is 00:19:28 And he looked quite happy. The next day, the swallow flew down to the harbor. He sat on the mast of a large vessel and watched the sailors hauling big chests out of the hold with ropes. Heave ahoy, they shouted as each chest came up. I am going to Egypt, cried the swallow, but nobody minded. And when the moon rose, he flew back to the happy prince. I am come to bid you goodbye, he cried.
Starting point is 00:19:54 Swallow, swallow, little swallow, said the prince. Will you not stay with me one night longer? It is winter, answered the swallow, and the chill snow will soon be here. In Egypt, the sun is warm on the green palm trees, and the crocodiles lie in the mud and look lazily about them. My companions are building a nest in the temple of Baalbek, and the pink and white doves are watching them and cooing to each other. Dear prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you,
Starting point is 00:20:21 and next spring I will bring you back two beautiful jewels in place of those you have given away. The ruby shall be redder than a red rose, and the sapphire shall be as blue as the great sea. In the square below, said the happy prince, there stands a little match girl. She has let her matches fall in the gutter, and they are all spoiled. Her father will beat her if she does not bring home some money, and she is crying. She has no shoes or stockings, and her little head is bare. Pluck out my other eye and give it to her, and her father will not beat her. I will stay with you one night longer, said the swallow, but I cannot pluck out your eye. You would be quite blind then. Swallow, swallow, little swallow, said the prince.
Starting point is 00:21:07 Do as I command you. So he plucked out the prince's other eye and darted down with it. He swooped past the match girl and slipped the jewel into the palm of her hand. What a lovely bit of glass, cried the little girl. And she ran home, laughing. Then the swallow came back to the prince. You are blind now, he said, so I will stay with you always. No, little swallow, said the poor prince, you must go away to Egypt. I will stay with you always, said the swallow, and he slept at the prince's feet. And here's ads. run with celebrities, athletes, entrepreneurs, and more. After those runs, the conversations
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Starting point is 00:24:38 and what could be done to make things better. Listen to Better Offline on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, wherever else you get your podcasts. Check out betteroffline.com. And we're back. All the next day, he sat on the prince's shoulder and told him stories of what he had seen in strange lands. He told him of the red ibises, who stand in long rows on the banks of the Nile and catch goldfish in their beaks. Of the sphinx, who is as old as the world itself and lives in the desert and knows everything. Of the merchants, who walk slowly by the sides of their camels and carry amber beads in
Starting point is 00:25:25 their hands. Of the king of the mountains of the moon, who is as black as ebony and worships a large crystal. Of the great green snake that sleeps in the palm tree and has 20 priests to feed it with honey cakes. And of the pygmies who sail over a big lake on large flat leaves and are always at war with the butterflies. Dear little swallow, said the prince, you tell me of marvelous things, but more marvelous than anything is the suffering of men and of women. There is no mystery so great as misery. Fly over my city, little swallow, and tell me what you see there. So the swallow flew over the great city and saw the rich making merry in
Starting point is 00:26:06 their beautiful houses while the beggars were sitting at the gates. He flew into dark lanes and saw the white faces of starving children looking out listlessly at the black streets. Under the archway of a bridge, two little boys were lying in one another's arms and trying to keep themselves warm. How hungry we are, they said. You must not lie here, shouted the watchman, and they wandered out into the rain. Then he flew back and told the prince what he had seen. I am covered with fine gold, said the prince. You must take it off, leaf by leaf, and give it to my poor. The living always think that gold can make them happy. Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the swallow picked off till the happy prince looked quite
Starting point is 00:26:51 dull and gray. Leaf after leaf of the fine gold he brought to the poor, and the children's faces grew rosier, and they laughed and played games in the streets. We have bread now, they cried. in the streets. We have bread now, they cried. Then the snow came, and after the snow came the frost. The streets looked as if they were made of silver. They were so bright and glistening, long icicles like crystal daggers hung down from the eaves of the houses, and everybody went about in furs, and the little boys wore scarlet caps and skated on the ice. The poor little swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave the prince. He loved him too well. He picked up crumbs outside the baker's door when the baker was not looking
Starting point is 00:27:34 and tried to keep himself warm by flapping his wings. But at last he knew he was going to die. He had just enough strength to fly up to the prince's shoulder once more. Goodbye, dear prince, he murmured. Will you let me kiss your hand? I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last, little swallow, said the prince. You have stayed too long here.
Starting point is 00:27:58 But you must kiss me on the lips, for I love you. It is not to Egypt that I am going, said the swallow. I am going to the house of death. Death is the brother of sleep, is he not? And he kissed the happy prince on the lips and fell down dead at his feet. At that moment, a curious crack sounded inside the statue
Starting point is 00:28:19 as if something had broken. The fact is that the leaden heart had snapped right in two. It certainly was a dreadfully hard frost. Early next morning, the mayor was walking in the square below in company with the town councillors. As they passed the column, he looked up at the statue. Dear me, how shabby the happy prince looks, he said. How shabby indeed, cried the town councillors, who always agreed with the mayor, and they went up to look at it. The ruby has fallen out of his sword, his eyes are gone, and he is golden no longer, said the mayor. In fact, he is little better than a beggar.
Starting point is 00:28:56 Little better than a beggar, said the town councillors. And here is actually a dead bird at his feet, continued the mayor. We really must issue a proclamation that birds are not allowed to die there. And the town clerk made a note of the suggestion. So they pulled down the statue of the happy prince. As he is no longer beautiful, he is no longer useful, said the art professor at the university. Then they melted the statue in a furnace. And the mayor held a meeting of the corporation to decide what was to be done with the metal.
Starting point is 00:29:29 You must have another statue, of course, he said, and it shall be a statue of myself. Of myself, said each of the town councillors, and they quarreled. When I last heard of them, they were quarreling still. What a strange thing, said the overseer of the workmen at the foundry. This broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace.
Starting point is 00:29:49 We must throw it away. So they threw it on the dust heap where the dead swallow was also lying. Bring me the two most precious things in the city, said God to one of his angels. And the angel brought him the leaden heart and the dead bird. You have rightly chosen, said God to one of his angels and the angel brought him the leaden heart and the dead bird you have rightly chosen said God for in my garden of paradise this little bird shall sing forevermore and in my city of gold
Starting point is 00:30:14 the happy prince shall praise me and that's the story I got emotional when the bird died I like the bird I like this story so much. I do have to acknowledge, right, you can see a very Victorian Orientalism going on throughout here, right? But it's interesting to me for a couple reasons. The part that stands out to me, of course, the most is, you know, then the Jews in their ghetto counting money on scales, right? It's like
Starting point is 00:30:42 not exactly the best representation. It comes in the context, as I understand it, and I could be wrong about this. It's like kind of a description of how interesting and diverse the city is. The swallow is someone who clearly cares about the great many different and interesting and beautiful things that happen all over the world and also right at home where he lives. And so you can look at the Orientalism as part of that. But then another aspect of it that I think was probably conscious, you could get hanged for being gay at this time. Or maybe they had just passed the like, we no longer hang you, we just send you to hard labor and then kill you that way,
Starting point is 00:31:18 which is what happened to Oscar Wilde. He is the swallow very obviously in the story. And he dies, right? About 15 years after this came out. And gay men would go to the Ottoman Empire because being a gay man in the Ottoman Empire was not a death sentence. And instead it was like a place where being gay was a-okay, by and large. There were like certain laws against it that weren't really enforced. It was different at different times and places, but I've read a bunch of different times about European men with enough means getting themselves the fuck over to the Ottoman Empire. And so it seems like all of the other swallows have gone to Egypt. It feels to me like that's what he's talking about. Though, of course,
Starting point is 00:32:00 obviously swallows literally migrate, right? But that's my read on that part of it. Is there a word for when someone writes a parable about their own future and gets it kind of creepily right? Like, I don't know, because that's what's happening in this story. Oscar Wilde was a dandy and he, you know, kind of didn't care about anything. And he was, you know, he was Irish, he was a colonized subject, but he was a Protestant and from a good background and not doing particularly badly. Right. And he was part of high society in London. And so here's this thing about being like, oh, wait, no, fuck all of that. The thing that matters is to turn my attention to oppression and start trying
Starting point is 00:32:45 through whatever means to start dealing with that. And that's what he did. The most quotable man in history, but one of the quotes that people don't say as often is, I'm going to get it wrong, but misquoting Oscar Wilde's like part of the fun. But people ask, what is the best government for the artist to live under? And the answer is no government at all. The other thing, let's talk about more in the episode about him, but I just really want to reiterate, yes, there is a moral lesson to this story, right? And it's not surprising that this man ended up both an anarchist and Catholic after reading this story. But his whole thing was that art should not be in service of the revolution, that the revolution should be in service of art.
Starting point is 00:33:31 And you can see that even in the story, even though the story is like in service of the revolution and as much as like a moral tale, right? But it's like the playwright can't write because he's fucking starving. And so he is aware of the fact that he gets to write as a privilege. And he's like, how do we share the wealth so that these other people have a chance to write? You know, and it just happens to be the playwright's attractive. It doesn't necessarily bother him that the playwright's attractive. And then the other thing, for anyone who's not aware,
Starting point is 00:34:03 the match girl is a common and shitty job that poor children, especially girls, had during this era to stand on the street and sell matches to people, let alone the horrors of the people who made the matches. But that's a story for a different time. Probably not next week. Although maybe I'll find some story about a match girl. Oh, I actually know a story about a match girl. Maybe I'll do that. I'm not sure. You'll find out next week on Cool Zone Media Book Club. It Could Happen Here is a production of Cool Zone Media.
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