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What Happens When Life Starts to Imitate Art?

What Happens When Life Starts to Imitate Art?
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Ten years ago, Oliver was one of seven young actors at Dellecher Classical Conservatory, a fiercely competitive school where the acting students only perform Shakespeare. Entering their fourth and final year, Oliver and his friends come to realize that they always seem to play the same roles on stage and off charming James, hero; cunning Alexander, villain; fiery Meredith, temptress; sweet Wren, ingénue; and Richard, true to his name, the tyrant. Oliver and Fillippa are always relegated to the roles of secondary characters in someone else’s story. But when the casting changes, good-natured rivalries take a sinister turn, and real violence invades the students’ world of make believe.

Part coming-of-age story, part confession, and shot through with Shakespearean verse, “If We Were Villains” explores the magical and dangerous boundary between art and life. In this tale of loyalty and betrayal, madness and ecstasy, the players must choose what roles to play before the curtain falls. Read on for an excerpt of this spellbinding new novel. 


“Fourth year. The year of the tragedy,” Frederick said, grandly, when the tea tray was empty and everyone had a cup and saucer. (Drinking tea from mugs, we were often reminded, was like drinking fine wine from a Solo cup.) “I will refrain from telling you to take the tragedies any more seriously than the comedies. In fact, one might argue that comedy must be deadly serious to the characters, or it is not funny for the audience. But that is a conversation for another time.” He took his own teacup off the tray, sipped delicately, and set it down again. Frederick had never had a desk or lectern, and instead paced slowly back and forth in front of the blackboard as he taught. “This year, we will devote our attention to Shakespeare’s tragic plays. What might that course of study encompass, do you think?”

I sneezed as if in response to his question, and there was a brief pause before we began suggesting topics.

Alexander: “Source material.”

Filippa: “Structure.”

Wren: “Imagery.”

Meredith: “Conflict, internal and external.”

Me: “Fate versus agency.”

James: “The tragic hero.”

Richard: “The tragic villain.”

Frederick held up a hand to stop us. “Good. Yes,” he said. “All of those things. We will, of course, touch on each of these plays—Troilus and Cressida and other problem plays included—but naturally we will begin with Julius Caesar. A question: Why is Caesar not a history play?”

James was first to answer, with characteristic academic eagerness. “The history plays are confined to English history.”

“Indeed,” Frederick said, and resumed his pacing. I sniffed, stirred my tea, and sat back in my chair to listen. “Most of the tragedies include some element of history, but what we choose to call ‘history’ plays, as James has said, are truly English history plays and are all named after English monarchs. Why else? What makes Caesar first and foremost a tragedy?”

My classmates exchanged curious glances, unwilling to offer the first hypothesis and risk being wrong.

“Well,” I ventured, when nobody else spoke, my voice thick with congestion, “by the end of the play most of the major characters are dead, but Rome is still standing.” I stopped, struggling to articulate the idea. “I think it’s more about the people and less about the politics. It’s definitely political but if you look at it next to, I don’t know, the Henry VI cycle, where every body’s just fighting over the throne, Caesar’s more personal. It’s about the characters and who they are, not just who’s in power.” I shrugged, unsure whether I’d managed to make any part of my point.

“Yes, I think Oliver is onto something,” Frederick said. “Permit me to pose another question: What is more important, that Caesar is assassinated or that he is assassinated by his intimate friends?”

It wasn’t the sort of question that needed an answer, so no one replied. Frederick was watching me, I realized, with the proud, fatherly affection he usually reserved for James— who gave me a faint but encouraging smile when I glanced across the table.

“That,” Frederick said, “is where the tragedy is.” He looked around at all of us, hands folded behind his back, the midday sunlight glinting on his glasses. “So. Shall we begin?” He turned to the blackboard, took a piece of chalk from the tray, and began to write. “Act I, Scene 1. A street. We open with the tribunes and the commoners. What do you suppose is significant about that? The cobbler has a battle of wits with Flavius and Murellus, and upon further questioning introduces our eponymous hero- tyrant...”

We rummaged around in our bags to find notebooks and pens, and as Frederick carried on, we scribbled down almost his every word. The sun warmed my back and the bittersweet scent of black tea drifted up into my face. I stole furtive glances at my classmates as they wrote and listened and occasionally posed questions, struck by how lucky I was to be among them.

From If We Were Villains by M. L. Rio. Copyright (c) 2017 by the author and reprinted by permission of Flatiron Books. 

M. L. Rio has worked in bookstores and theaters for years and received her MA in Shakespeare Studies from King’s College London. “If We Were Villains” is her debut novel.

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