I have finally finished reading Don Quixote. I got through the first half whilst I was on holiday in the Basque Country, but it took me a while to finish off the second half , because I got distracted by reading other things. It is, for what is often claimed to be the first modern novel, a very impressive literary creation, with all kinds of self-referential cleverness. Though you do need to have a decent idea of how chivalric romances are supposed to work to really get why Cervantes’s work is such a good parody of the genre. I will, however, say that the second part was perhaps the sequel that didn’t really need to be written. It doesn’t do anything fundamentally new, though it does neatly tie everything up. The only real difference is that Don Quixote and Sancho Panza, rather than wandering around doing stupid things, are being deliberately hoaxed for their own amusement by a succession of hosts who have read the first part, know who they are, and therefore intend to see how far Don Quixote’s chivalric madness really runs[1]. But the jokes are basically the same and it felt as if the original idea didn’t quite have enough steam to sustain two novel-length books. Certainly, by the three-quarters mark, I was a bit bored and quite ready for the book to end. I know many literary critics prefer Part II, but I’m in it for the lolz, not the depth of characterisation, so we can agree to disagree there.
But that’s by the by. What is worrying is how applicable the book is to the current political situation in America. Don Quixote is a man who, against all the evidence of his own eyes and despite what everyone else is telling him, persists in deluding himself into believing his own fantastical claims and keeps believing them in the face of everything the world throws at him. Sound familiar? Though then, to sustain the metaphor, we’d probably have to conclude that Rudy Giuliani is Sancho, which I feel is unforgivably traducing the brave squire[2]. Mitch McConnell and the entire Republican leadership then take the place of the Duke and Duchess, and the other hoaxing hosts of Part II, in enabling Don Trumpote[3] to continue his mad fantasies. Though somehow I don’t think they’re doing it for what is ultimately some fairly harmless, if cruel, amusement. Cervantes was writing what he knew to be a surreal and ridiculous parody; the modern Republican party seems to be trying to write the updated, serious, dystopian remake. The difference is that, in Don Quixote, everyone else in Spain except Sancho can see that his master is utterly insane; in today’s America, we seem to have the Spartacus crossover, where a large chunk of the population is also, in fact, Don Quixote, and just as unable to recognise reality. They are all mightily impressed by the Emperor’s New Clothes. What we’re also missing is any equivalent to the priest; Master Nicolas, the barber; and Sanson Carrasco, the graduate, who seek to heal the ingenious hidalgo and persuade him to return home. Possibly because Don Trumpote doesn’t actually have any friends, just minions.
Don Quixote’s antics were, in the end, pretty victimless. He and Sancho took most of the beatings and damage, even if there were a few incidental characters along the way that suffered personal injury or destruction of property. However, they were usually recompensed and ultimately dealt with fairly. And, finally, Don Quixote recovers his wits and dies as the respectable Alonso Quixano the Good that his friends and neighbours know him to be. I wish I could believe that Don Trumpote’s utter rejection of reality was going to end so benignly or cause so little lasting damage along the way.
There’s no real point here – other people who actually know about American politics have already written reams of better analysis of the situation than I could ever be bothered to. But it really does seem to me that a 400-year-old parody about a madman written to be deliberately ridiculous is one of the closest parallels to the behaviour of a sizable proportion of the populace of the most powerful country in the world. Which is a tad concerning.
[1] The answer is all the way.
[2] I can see Sancho getting the complete wrong end of the stick and doing a press conference at some random garden centre, but I don’t think he’d be vain enough to dye his hair.
[3] The Knight Of The Orange Face. If I’m honest, I came up with this and then wrote the rest to justify using it. If you’re surprised by this, you clearly have not been paying enough attention to literally anything I write. If you don’t get it, go and read all 200,000 words of Don Quixote and then appreciate how good a joke it is.