We all know those unhappy souls who work hard to be thought of as comedians. Every family, every workplace, has one. They exert themselves to be funny. It becomes a tic. They memorize jokes and foment puns. They have been told they are funny because the people in their lives don’t wish to be honest and cruel. Worst of all, when no one laughs at their efforts, they do. Their attempts at humor are desperate and straining. They tend to be sad cases and make those around them uncomfortable and sad.
In his 1977 biography, W.
Jackson Bate identifies four qualities in Dr. Johnson that combine to form his “gift
for humor.” First, his “ready and fertile wit,” followed by a gift for mimicry,
the “refreshing and contagious gusto with which he could throw himself into
things” and “his own gift for laughter.” That final point is particularly
interesting. Some of us enjoy making others laugh because we enjoy laughing
ourselves. Many have pigeonholed Johnson as a conservative, a grim moralist and
a depressive fearful of his sanity. All of these descriptions are true and all are
ideal goads to humor.
Sir John Hawkins, Johnson’s
first biographer and a man notably unburdened with humor, wrote that “in the
talent of humour there hardly ever was
his equal, except perhaps among the old comedians.” Mrs. Thrale
remembered Johnson saying that “the size of a man’s understanding might always
be justly measured by his mirth.” Boswell reports: “Johnson’s laugh was as
remarkable as any circumstance in his manner. It was a kind of good humoured
growl. Tom Davies described it drolly enough: ‘He laughs like a rhinoceros.’” Max
Beerbohm writes in “Laughter”: “Echoes of that huge laughter come ringing down
the ages.”
1 comment:
I am the man your first paragraph describes. Sad, indeed. Alas, at age 72,fundamental changes that would soften this trait. Things could be worse.
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