reading his correspondence. This was just before the war, ’38 or ’39, and hisson, Pierre, was in New York where he was an art dealer. They corresponded
veryregularly—atleastonceaweek—andthensuddenly,there’sthisleerinwhichMassesaid,“I’vejustreadthisbook,thisnovel.IknowI’mnoth
-ing like the man in it. Have you read it? You must read this book,” and there
werethreeexclamaonmarks.Andattheendoftheleer,there’saP.S.
saying, “Have you read this book?” It was called in French,
L’ange combat-ant
,whichIhadneverheardof.AndtheextraordinarythingisthatnowhereelseinMasse’scorrespondenceisthereanythinglikethat.Hewasagreatreader.Hereadalotandheoenmenonedbookshewasreading.Youmightlikethis,orIdon’tthinkyou’dlikethatorwhatev
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er.Butalwaysinaperfectlycalmway.Noneofthisexcitement,theseexclamaonmarks,theseYoumustreadit,andsoforth.Andthenreadinghisparallelcorrespondence,intheleershe’dwrientohisdaughterinParisatthesamemeIfoundthesamething.Haveyoureadthis
book? I know I’m not like the man in it. You must read this book.So of course, I got the book and read it and it was your great-aunt’s novel called
The Fightng
Angel
.IthadjustbeentranslatedintoFrench,andthatishowMassereadit.Itisastudyof
her father in the form of a novel, but it’s actually a biography of her father who was, as youknow, was a missionary, and it’s a study of obsession. He was completely obsessed with the
ideathathehadbeencalledtoconvertthewholeChinesenaontoaveryCalvinistformof
Presbyterianism—which was not actually a possible thing to do, because they belonged to a
deeplyBuddhisttradion.Anyway,itdidn’tsucceedatall.Ittookhimtenyearstomaketen
converts, and when he died they all melted away anyway because they were really coming forthe free lunches. You cannot arrive, parachuted in like an alien from outer space, to theinterior of China and try to wean those people from everything they understand and every-
thingtheyknow.Buthewasobsessedbythatunlthedayhedied,andhealwaysthought
that was what made his life worthwhile. That was what he was living for. And it’s a brilliantbook, I think. It’s very funny. If it hadn’t been very funny it would’ve been absolutely ghastly—
anightmaretoreadbecausethisisamanwhosacricedhisownlifetowhathethoughtofasthecause,andhesacricedhiswife’slifeandthelivesofhischildren.Andtherefore,Pearl
grew up with this great burden of a father, obsessed, who couldn’t think anything was serious,
whopaidalmostnoaenontohisownchildrenandspentallthemoneyhehadandallthemoneytheyhadonthecause.Andtherefore,theygrewupingreatpenury,withgreatdicul
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ty,withakindofemoonallyblockedfatherwhodidn’treallyseethemashuman.Hecertainly
didn’t see their needs as important, because not only were they not heathens, but also theywere girls: Pearl and Grace, his two daughters.
TOM:SowhydidMassesaythatPearlhadexplainedhimtohimself?HILARY:BecauseMasse,too,wasamanobsessed.Hewasamanabsolutelyobsessedwith