November 1, 2012 Comments Off on Bluebeard
Bluebeard, on the other hand, is a play about a different kind of misunderstanding: a younger person (Judith) nosing about the private record of an older one (her new husband’s past): what she discovers terrifies her. Rightly or wrongly? It is hard to say: some people really do have dark secrets; but often what is a secret only seems dark because the discoverer does not know all the facts, or does not have the personal experience which might allow him or her to be a good judge. In my personal life, I have always preferred not to open closed doors: on the theory that if what is behind is really important, my partners will eventually tell me about it, and if it is not important, then I don’t need/care to know. But this is a kind of wisdom which only comes with age — if at all. Perhaps also it comes more easily to the self-confident: fear scurries in search of hidden facts, but contentment is content to let things alone. A lesson in wisdom, perhaps, but one that cannot really be taught.