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the hollywood dodo
2007-09-21 - 10:00 a.m.
© 2004 by elaine radford
dodo at the natural history museum, london
read The Hollywood Dodo by Geoff Nicholson.
Yes, a British farce, but still a story that sneaks in and touches your heart. The scenes set in the 1600s focus on a hero whose great dream is to breed the dodo and repopulate the world with them. Sad how life makes his dream slip away step by step, day by day, year by year.
I want to note here a particularly affecting scene, but if you haven't yet read the book, it's time to close this page because of
I was brought to tears by the scene when King Charles the Second restores the practice
of laying on the hands, as the king's touch is said to cure a disfiguring illness
known as the King's Evil. Of course, "the bent, the feeble, the mad" stand
in line in hopes of the miracle cure, even if their particular illness is
something other. Our hero has a disfiguring porphyria.
At last William's turn comes. He kneels, casts his eyes down, then
raises them upwards, towards the king's face and the heavens beyond. Charles's features
form a mask of serene sanctity. His hand moves toward William, who wriggles and
stirs beneath the cloak, and something else stirs there too. When
the royal hand is just an inch from his forehead, William ducks aside, twists his body,
and from the folds of the cloak produces his ailing dodo. He moves her up swiftly,
like an offering, like a surprise gift, though he has no intention of handing her
over, and the king's hand makes brief but firm contact with the dodo's thining
gray feathers. Immediately the contact has been made, William, more of the conjurer,
conceals the bird again.
The faces of the king and his courtiers, of his holy men and his mace carriers,
show an amazement that threatens to turn to anger. William imagines himself being
dragged from the hall, being beaten and boxed as he goes, taken and chained in some
dank basement cell. It is a risk he has always been prepared to run for the sake
of his poor dodo. Yet the act is both so audacious and so brief that all concerned
choose to ignore it. To make a fuss would only make them look foolish. William
moves on, walks out of the hall, a job well done.
But kingship has its limitations. The dodo does not improve. Her gray feathers
look grayer. Her sad eyes look sadder. There was always something mournful
in her voice, but now it sounds like a half-forgotten, melancholy hymn. William
wonders if it is a matter of faith. The king is the conduit for the Lord's
healing divinity, but this is surely not a thing to be dispensed
promiscuously. It is surely not, for instance, to be dispensed to nonbelievers.
A bird is incapable of belief, therefore incapable of saving itself. Perhaps
the dodo is simply beneath God's attention. Perhaps she is beneath contempt.
Two weeks later William Draper's dodo is dead.
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