The Man of Destiny — A Closer Reading

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Shaw, Bernard, 1856-1950 Project Gutenberg 2003 Not confirmed
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Shaw's 1898 play presents a young Napoleon Bonaparte in a single-act comedy of manipulation, where a mysterious Lady tests his cunning over a packet of letters. The opening stage directions establish a satirical tone, portraying the general as a self-aware opportunist rather than a heroic figure.
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The twelfth of May, 1796, in north Italy, at Tavazzano, on the road from Lodi to Milan. The afternoon sun is blazing serenely over the plains of Lombardy, treating the Alps with respect and the anthills with indulgence, not incommoded by the basking of the swine and oxen in the villages nor hurt by its cool reception in the churches, but fiercely disdainful of two hordes of mischievous insects which are the French and Austrian armies. Two days before, at Lodi, the Austrians tried to prevent the French from crossing the river by the narrow bridge there; but the French, commanded by a general aged 27, Napoleon Bonaparte, who does not understand the art of war, rushed the fireswept bridge, supported by a tremendous cannonade in which the young general assisted with his own hands. Cannonading is his technical specialty; he has been trained in the artillery under the old regime, and made perfect in the military arts of shirking his duties, swindling the paymaster over travelling expenses, and dignifying war with the noise and smoke of cannon, as depicted in all military portraits. He is, however, an original observer, and has perceived, for the first time since the invention of gunpowder, that a cannon ball, if it strikes a man, will kill him. To a thorough grasp of this remarkable discovery, he adds a highly evolved faculty for physical geography and for the calculation of times and distances. He has prodigious powers of work, and a clear, realistic knowledge of human nature in public affairs, having seen it exhaustively tested in that department during the French Revolution. He is imaginative without illusions, and creative without religion, loyalty, patriotism or any of the common ideals. Not that he is incapable of these ideals: on the contrary, he has swallowed them all in his boyhood, and now, having a keen dramatic faculty, is extremely clever at playing upon them by the arts of the actor and stage manager. Withal, he is no spoiled child. Poverty, ill-luck, the shifts of impecunious shabby-gentility, repeated failure as a would-be author, humiliation as a rebuffed time server, reproof and punishment as an incompetent and dishonest officer, an escape from dismissal from the service so narrow that if the emigration of the nobles had not raised the value of even the most rascally lieutenant to the famine price of a general he would have been swept contemptuously from the army: these trials have ground the conceit out of him, and forced him to be self-sufficient and to understand that to such men as he is the world will give nothing that he cannot take from it by force. In this the world is not free from cowardice and folly; for Napoleon, as a merciless cannonader of political rubbish, is making himself useful. indeed, it is even now impossible to live in England without sometimes feeling how much that country lost in not being conquered by him as well as by Julius Caesar.

Shaw's 1898 play opens not with a battle but with a blistering stage direction that reimagines Napoleon Bonaparte as a 27-year-old artillery specialist who 'does not understand the art of war' yet has grasped that cannonballs kill. The setting—the afternoon of May 12, 1796, on the road from Lodi to Milan—is sketched with ironic detachment: the sun treats Alps with respect and anthills with indulgence, while French and Austrian armies are mere 'mischievous insects.' This irreverent voice immediately signals that the play will dismantle heroic myth.

The excerpt then introduces Napoleon as a product of poverty, failed authorship, and near-dismissal from the army, ground 'conceit out of him.' Shaw's narrator claims Napoleon is 'imaginative without illusions' and skilled at playing on ideals through 'the arts of the actor and stage manager.' This framing prepares readers for a drama of psychological maneuver rather than military action.

The Stage as Psychological Battlefield

The play's single act unfolds in a room, not on a field. The opening stage direction establishes that the real conflict is verbal and tactical. Shaw's Napoleon is a man who has 'swallowed all the common ideals in his boyhood' and now deploys them as tools. The Lady, who appears later, matches him in cunning. Their exchange over a packet of letters becomes a duel of wits, with each trying to outmaneuver the other through lies, half-truths, and psychological pressure.

When the Lady claims the letters belong to a friend, Napoleon retorts: 'If I could lie like that, it would save me a great deal of trouble.' This line captures the play's dynamic: both characters are skilled performers, and the audience is invited to watch them test each other's limits. The setting—a room with a table and chairs—becomes a stage for a contest of manipulation, where every gesture and pause carries weight.

Napoleon as Anti-Hero

Shaw's Napoleon is deliberately unheroic. The narrator describes him as a former 'incompetent and dishonest officer' who escaped dismissal only because the emigration of nobles raised the value of even 'the most rascally lieutenant.' This portrait undercuts any romantic notion of the general. Napoleon's own behavior in the scene reinforces this: he sits on the table 'with his arms akimbo and his legs wide apart,' speaks with 'coarse familiarity,' and treats the Lady with a mix of admiration and condescension.

Yet Shaw also grants him sharp intelligence. Napoleon sees through the Lady's story immediately, noting that a husband would not read a compromising letter because 'a man wants to be compelled by public opinion to make a scene.' This cynical insight reveals a character who understands human weakness and uses it. The play thus presents a Napoleon who is both petty and perceptive, a figure whose greatness lies not in nobility but in relentless pragmatism.

The Lady's Counter-Strategy

The Lady is no passive adversary. She matches Napoleon's verbal agility, shifting from humility to indignation to calm superiority. When Napoleon forbids her to mention his wife, she ignores the rebuke and continues probing. Her claim that 'the truth is the one thing that nobody will believe' echoes the play's theme of performance and deception.

She also challenges Napoleon's assumptions about women. When he dismisses women as all the same, she retorts: 'We are not all the same, any more than you are.' She describes the letter's writer as a woman who 'governs men by cheating them' and notes that men 'like it, and let her govern them.' This critique targets both the correspondent and Napoleon himself, who is being drawn into a game of manipulation. The Lady's composure—sitting 'with tranquil indifference' while Napoleon grows agitated—suggests she may be the more controlled player.

The Unseen Letter and Its Weight

The packet of letters is the play's central prop, but its contents remain deliberately vague. The Lady claims it contains a letter that compromises Director Barras, Napoleon's 'attached personal friend.' Napoleon's reaction—'frowning, evidently startled'—reveals that Barras is a sensitive point. The Lady hints at a connection through Napoleon's wife, which provokes his anger: 'Have I not forbidden you to speak of my wife?'

This oblique reference to Josephine is the only personal detail about Napoleon's marriage in the excerpts. The play never confirms the letter's true contents or sender. Instead, the mystery drives the characters' maneuvers. Readers must watch how each character uses the unknown to gain leverage. The letter functions as a blank screen onto which each projects their suspicions and desires, making the drama about trust and control rather than revelation.

Because the excerpts cover only the opening and a middle scene, the play's resolution remains unknown. Readers should attend to how Shaw balances the two protagonists: neither is wholly sympathetic or villainous. The dialogue rewards close attention to shifts in tone and power. Notice when Napoleon drops his 'haughty manner' and when the Lady breaks her composure. The play's comedy lies in these small betrayals of emotion, not in broad jokes. Approach it as a chess match in which every move is a feint.

Years handling Shaw’s little Napoleon, I’ve noticed how he thrives on wit’s sharp edges, always watching for the turn. It reminds me of another longing, quieter yet — the young soldiers in "Lexington": A Pageant-Drama of the American Freedom — Background and Themes, who also learn that freedom is a story told with clever hands. Both linger over what courage costs when no one’s applauding.

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