Operation Assist-A-Student: What IS John Proctor Preoccupied With?

Just lately, my WordPress stats page has been turning up quite a few visitors from search engines using the phrase “What is John Proctor Preoccupied With“…I just had to know, so I googled that phrase myself and what do you know, the second post I ever made on this blog came up first in the google listings!

I find it rather humorous. Almost every day for the past couple of weeks, some poor schmuck- a student studying for a quiz, or working on an essay about The Crucible, I’ve no doubt- has stumbled over here looking for inspiration and answers, only to find extensive fan-girling for Richard Armitage! =)

Sorry, kids! My bad.

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Proctor: I Really need to Get Some.

So! I thought I’d take a few minutes, here, and maybe help them out. We all know what I’m preoccupied with, but what IS John Proctor preoccupied with? Of course, the answer to this Google query depends on the context of the question, and which Act in Miller’s work we’re discussing. Since I don’t have it in me today to cover the deeper themes that Proctor must contemplate in the later Acts, I’ll stick with the surface-level preoccupations that I believe may be affecting John Proctor as the play opens. With helpful images for illustration…

Early on, one could argue that John, a virile man whose mistress has been ousted from his land and whose wife is yet cool toward him, might be preoccupied with those same thoughts that no doubt plague stallions, when breeding season is over. “The promise that a stallion gives a mare I gave that girl!”

 

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“For twenty week he preach nothin’ but golden candlesticks until he had them!”

Alternatively, when his mind rises above his sex drive, maybe John Proctor is preoccupied with indignation over the shoddy preaching on the part of his pastor.

“Can you speak one minute without we land in Hell again?”

Let’s not forget Reverend Paris and all that grasping for wealth.

Pewter candlesticks are good enough for John Proctor.

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Proctor was preoccupied with working the farm, and evidently locking horns with Putnam in land disputes. “I… I have once or twice plowed on Sunday.”

Or, how about his ongoing wrangling over property boundaries and acreage with nasty neighbors like Putnam?

“My lumber. From out my forest by the riverside!”

(And when he wasn’t plowing on Sunday, he was probably thinking of other kinds of plowing. I know I did, when he said that.)

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“I mean to please you, Elizabeth.” Here, have a cow!

At home, poor John Proctor’s mind works feverishly to think of ways to restore himself to his wife’s good graces… and after much deliberation, he’s had one stroke of manly creativity he thinks might please her.

“If the crop is good I’ll buy George Jacobs’ heifer.”

Men. Sigh.

 

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John Proctor, overwhelmed.

Once the ball gets rolling, our hero is about to have these base and arguably petty preoccupations swept away completely. With his wife now accused, her life and the life they’ve built together on the line, John Proctor finds himself suddenly faced with much weightier preoccupations… presenting a case that might restore reason to a court gone mad, facing his own demons, finding his honor again.

These weightier preoccupations I just don’t feel up to tackling today. Hint: Students, you will find other Richard Armitage bloggers that can, and do, tackle those deeper themes. Am I right, Servetus? =)

But if you’re looking for simplistic answers, I’m your gal. You ought to be able to take one or more thoughts here and run with it.

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Oh yes he did!

P.S. Students: if you get the chance, do watch for The Crucible staged by The Old Vic starring Richard Armitage (of Thorin Oakenshield fame). Might be coming to theatres near you (unless you happen to live in North America), and it’s an extraordinary performance from the entire ensemble. Will also be available for download at Digital Theatre in 2015!

Oh, and there’s this. —>

Bummed About The Crucible

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I know that there was once a time when it looked like we’d have no opportunity to re watch The Crucible, or see it at all, as the case may be, and believe me, I’m very grateful that is no longer the case. I’d certainly be far more bummed if there was no digital recording, or even if the option to download was unavailable in the U.S. but the theatre screenings were a go. I do love and appreciate the fact that I will be able to watch, re watch and study this marvelous piece of theatre from every angle, repeatedly.

That being said, I was really looking forward to the big screen version, and would have travelled if necessary to see it. In the case that it was available locally, I wanted to invite Hubby, family and friends, and encourage the far-flung loved ones to see it in their local theatres as well. I’m confident enough in it, after seeing its effect on Mom, who is not suffering Armitage Affliction, to be able to recommend it far and wide. Now, although it will be available to download, and I’m sure that technology savvy theatre aficionados and Armitage admirers will avail themselves of the opportunity, I don’t know that some of the people I’d hoped to lure out to the theatre will bother.

I’m also sad because I was looking forward to not only the advantage of the large screen, but the sound system available at the movie theatres. I’d be willing to bet that the haunting music, so important in the atmosphere experienced at The Old Vic, won’t translate nearly as well on my dinky computer speakers as it would in the theatres.

It’s really a shame that whoever holds the rights to screen the play in theatres in North America can’t be negotiated with. It would be one thing if it was a lackluster production, but it was so critically acclaimed, so beautifully done, and I felt, so true to Arthur Miller’s script, that I just can’t imagine why whoever it is putting up the roadblock wouldn’t be jumping at the chance to share it! It’s a masterpiece, and Yael Farber et al. have brought it to life in such a way that it’s almost a new facet of my identity! Anyway, I’ve been down about this, even knowing that eventually, I will get the chance to experience that awe, that foreboding and devastation again, with Hubby if nobody else.

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Proctor rips the warrant. Or the copyright notice, in my wishful thinking…

OK. Whinging over. I hope they will reconsider. If anyone knows of a petition, let me know!