Monday, March 05, 2012

lights off, from beginning to end - heart of darkness and lord jim

Heart of Darkness
Lord Jim
by Joseph Conrad


1. Heart of Darkness.
It took me a while to get past the first few pages of Heart of Darkness. To me, the sentences seemed to be blunted. Read in isolation, they were fine, even elegant; yet one sentence did not lead to the next naturally, to the point that I would even notice such a issue might exist and feel the pulsating pain in how the words, images and meanings might have been threaded together.  At least twice, I flipped my kindle away utterly bored and annoyed. It came as a surprise, as I was expecting nothing less than the best possible English to flow through, like the deed and dark river. Most likely, I recognize, I am totally wrong about this writing of Conrad's; but truthful to my own subjective judgement.

Across the long "opening" water, the writing became more engaging and less irksomely meaningful. Still I could see what the author was leading to all too clearly, for he had been dropping foreboding hints and winks all over the places. way ahead of time.  It was so heavy-handed that I decided to stop reading one night, anticipating the overwhelming climax. It came in the morning reading. only so lamely. by the time, this reader had factored in all possible catastrophic scenarios to be even mildly shocked. Besides, it lacked absorbing stories and plots.  Characters are mostly qualitatively and vaguely described, but not enlivened by their actions.  the frame-in-frame story telling technique might be original but felt too polished and artificial - Marlow, an old sailor, just kept talking, talking and talking, talking beautifully, articulately and intellectually, to a deafening and invisible audience. "really?"

Having done with my complaints, I did find the book thought-provoking and insightful in depicting human psyche: as dark, as deep and as impenetrable as water (river, ocean...).  How Jungian. Yes he would have loved it. The morale of the story is a little dated but adequate, even a little advanced, to the times Conrad had lived. By the former, I mean that he considered the Jungles and whoever lived there the beginning, the primitive of life, only to be civilized to the (Western) light of the day.  on the other hand, he did question the brutality and effectiveness of such an endeavor and depicted the danger of one gave in to "darkness".  The book illuminates Conrad's complex mind: deep emotion, high intellect and intense creativity.

So I looked for another book of his to read.  I had to abandon Secret Agents after another few false starts: it sounded so artificial. But I was quite satisfied with Lord Jim.

2. Lord Jim.
It was Marlow again telling a long long story to an unresponsive and irrelevant audience; but this time there were stories to tell - the sad life of Jim, a romantic sailor who failed in the ocean and on the land. Writing was consistent with that of Heart of Darkness, but it was a far better novel with touchable characters and track-able story lines.  While the pace was rather slow, and occasionally tiring, an absorbing and intense narrative was able to hold the reader's attention and steer his sympathy to a startling question: could anyone redeem himself after one momentous but catastrophic loss of courage that breaks the unwritten code of conduct of humanity? This was Jim's journey of life, with Marlow as witness and half-minded supporter. Conrad's answer was a long convoluted NO, in the sense that a faulty mind has no means to right itself. What's missing in Jim, however, was hardly clear: the moral courage, intellect, practical judgement, or all of them. It seems easier to see what he does have: he wanted to be good despite himself.

Ultimately, his books illuminate Conrad's pessimism and disillusion towards human nature and civilization, his disheartening suspicion of imperialistic expansion and keen prophesy of the eventual breakdown of humanity: as with Lord Jim, the voyage started on the wrong foot, in the middle of chaos, and a jump off of it only led to a spiraling down into the abyss.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

bound to the earth

Of Human Bondage
W. Somerset Maugham

it was not as i had expected, a touching and polished drama by a hugely popular author. it is indeed touching, but only because it is full of real-life pain and joy, struggle and triumph, confusion and revelation, much as experienced by the author himself.  literally and figuratively. the writing is not particularly smooth and elegant; but the narrative is clear and absorbing enough to overcome the lack of style.

the opening chapter is unforgettable: a happy little boy, Phillip, suddenly lost his loving mom and had to move in with his uncle and auntie he did not know: the uncle was cold and detached; his auntie tender but timid. added to the ineffable suffering was his born-with club foot. Phillip Carey managed to grow up, travelled abroad, tried to learn art and then medicine, fell into a wrenching unrequited love, lost his (little) fortune, made and lost friends, and found happiness...eventually, he gained his foothold.

i have read two books by Maugham: this and the Moon and Sixpence.  much like how Phillip lived, he wrote with great effort, sincerity, thoughtfulness and passion. life was not a smooth sail, in particular because he was so sensitive and had to struggle more constantly with mental burdens: his stutter and his loss of parents at a very young age.  this afforded him a better understanding of and empathy for others, ordinary people with ordinary virtues and limitation.  it made his books earthy with humane warmth.

some "earthy" passages:

it is such as he, as little conscious of himself as the bee in a hive, who are the lucky in life, for they have the best chance of happiness: their activities are shared by all, and their pleasures are only pleasures because they are enjoyed in common; you will see them on Whit-Monday dancing on Hampstead Heath, shouting at a football match, or from club windows in Pall Mall cheering a royal procession. It is because of them thatman has been called a social animal. (kindle location 654)

there was no meaning in life, and man by living served no end. It was immaterial whether he was born or not born, whether he lived or ceased to live. life was insignificant and death without consequence. (location 8368).

the will to achieve could not help you and confidence in yourself meant nothing. (location 3645)

the illusion of free will is so strong in my mind that i can't get away from it, but i believe it is only an illusion. but it is an illusion which is one of the strongest motives of my actions. before i do anything i feel that i have choice, and that influences what i do; but afterwards, when the thing is done, i believe that it was inevitable from all eternity. (location 5131)

Thursday, January 05, 2012

Jane's ladies and Jane Eyre revisited

Pride and Prejudice 
Sense and Sensibility 
Emma
by Jane Austen

Jane Eyre
by Charlotte Bronte

Loved all three books by Austen, with Pride and Prejudice most satisfying.  Auntie Jane's ladies are beautiful, idealistic, independent, witty and worldly; her writing, with biting humor, displays a seemingly realistic picture of the old British society in the early 19 century: its foolishness, provincialism, and parties, lots of parties.  After all the intrigues and confusions, there is a happy ending for all who have fallen in love, thus guaranteeing the ultimate joy of reading.

It's harder to warm up to Jane Eyre than to sympathize with, but she won over this reader with her intelligence, courage and her capacity for love, despite a nightmarish childhood, a humble beginning of youth and the unbearable hardship she endured while running away from Mr. Rochester . Her friendship with Helen Burns was sad but beautiful; that with Diana and Mary was endearing and so ... womanly.

I did not re-read Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte because its dramatic impression on me decades ago has never been forgotten.

In real life, Austen was a tough lady and Bronte sisters no less so.  But what lively and eternally fresh books they have written.