What’s Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
That he should weep for her?
Hamlet, Act II sc ii Shakespeare
Why does the death of someone I did not know reduce me to tears?
I am writing this after the announcement of the death of Alan Rickman. This comes swiftly after David Bowie and Lemmy of Motörhead, who also both died of cancer.
I can’t say I mourned Lemmy a great deal. I only really knew of ‘The Ace of Spades’ – and his hell-raising reputation. So it was a delight to find he said he was ‘addicted to P.G. Wodehouse’. What an intriguing mix – which taught me not to be so dismissive.
People don’t read any more. It’s a sad state of affairs. Reading’s the only thing that allows you to use your imagination. When you watch films it’s someone else’s vision, isn’t it?Lemmy Kilmister – rocker & free thinker
David Bowie was, like anyone else of my generation, part of my life. Yet I’d never describe myself as a true fan – I admired him rather than loved. He was definitely a reader and so full of personalities and ideas he had to explore : if he had not been a musician, he would surely have been a writer. Still, any sadness on my part did not leak out like so many others. It stayed in the mind, not the heart.
It’s OK to grieve for a stranger, or for a fictional character, or for someone you’ve never met. These are the things that make us human.
Like Joanne Harris, I had to defend the right of anyone to cry for the loss of another being. I did not expect it to come so soon.
The news on Twitter about Alan Rickman halted me. Made me turn away from the screen. My blurry eyes could not see – and I did not want to credit it. I did not know him, I had never seen him live – but his talent meant there felt to be a connection. Who else could have made the Sheriff of Nottingham so monstrously engaging?
That’s it then! Cancel the kitchen scraps for lepers and orphans, no more merciful beheadings, and call off Christmas!
He brought such tenderness to the stiff Colonel Brandon in Sense & Sensibility – and utterly credible cynicism (alongside latent courage) to Alexander Dane in Galaxy Quest. The depth of these characterisations suggested the ability to hold contradictory aspects together at the same time.
Nowhere was this more evident than in Severus Snape. He contained so many facets – packed tight like crystals in a snowball. It led to one of the most powerful moments in children’s stories coming to life. Never to be forgotten.
The tears were not just for the possibilities now denied to us all. Nor even the powerful sense of our own mortality:
never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.
John Donne, Meditation 17, Devotions upon Emergent Occasions
It’s the sense of an ally gone, a kindred spirit lost.
You can’t say that and not be part of the creative up-welling this world so desperately needs. In memoriam, we should live life out-loud, revel in the all the different versions of ourselves we can be – and keep telling stories.
I’ll leave it to Joanne Harris again:
Reminder: The light from the stars carries on long after the stars themselves have burnt out.