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Usher, the Narrator informs us, was always excessively reserved and was
somewhat mysterious. He belongs to an ancient family that has never put
forth "an enduring branch." There are hints of incest over the years, but
more important is the fact that Usher is now the only male descendant of
the line. Tellingly, he lives not with a wife but with his sister, Madeline.
Musing on the Ushers' "peculiar sensibility of temperament"--this is, after
all, a family which has over the ages served as patron to the arts, charity
to the poor, and lover of music--the Narrator surveys the house. He notes
how old it appears. He sees that individual stones seem on the verge of
crumbling while the edifice as a whole appears remarkably stable (despite
the fissure). He rides down a causeway to the entrance, over a "tarn" (a
small mountain lake) that borders the construction. A servant takes his
horse, and a valet escorts him into the house.
The causes for this affliction are mysterious. One possible factor Usher
mentions is the failing health of his beloved sister. The Narrator himself
catches a glimpse of Madeline passing through a hall. She is bound to die,
we learn, and the notion of being "the last of the ancient race of the
Ushers" fills Roderick with dread and sorrow.
Still, the two boyhood friends do try to make the days pass decently. The
primary reason the Narrator is even at the House is to provide some
company if not also some cheer. He watches while Roderick paints. One of
the paintings depicts the interior of a long vault or tunnel, clearly well
below the earth, with no source of artificial light, yet bathed in "a flood of
intense rays." Another pastime of Usher's is playing guitar. Due to his
excitement and nervousness, he seems to excel at playing it. He revels in
strange improvisations, and he often sings along.
In the process of this "temporary entombment," the Narrator gets his first
good look at the face of the deceased. He is struck by how similar in
appearance she and Roderick are. He learns that they were twins and that
there had always existed some kind of intangible bond between them.
In the days that follow, the Narrator notes the increasing madness of
Usher: his skin grows whiter, his ordinary occupations are forgotten, and
he roams through the house or stares into space for hours and hours.
What frightens the Narrator even more is that he too is beginning to feel
"infected" by Usher's condition. The Narrator fears that he too may be
going mad.
One night, when a storm rages outside and the Narrator is too terrified to
sleep, he and Usher sit together in a bedroom and read from the "Mad
Trist" by Sir Launcelot Canning. It is a ridiculous old romance about a
knight's battle with a dragon. In it, Ethelred, the hero, breaks down the
door of a hermit's abode, making quite a noise. But when the Narrator
reads aloud the account of this act, he thinks he hears the same kind of
noise described in the book--"the very cracking and ripping sound Sir
Launcelot had so particularly described."
Trying to calm himself down, the Narrator continues reading to his friend,
arriving at the spot in the story when Ethelred finds a dragon inside
instead of the hermit and then promptly slays it. The dragon lets out a
horrible shriek, and as the Narrator reads the description he hears a "most
unusual screaming" sound. Terrified, he looks to Usher, who has now
positioned his chair to face the door of the room and rocks from side to
side while murmuring to himself.
The Narrator returns to the book, in which Ethelred removes the dragon's
corpse and tries to grasp the shield on the wall (apparently the object he
has been seeking). The shield, however, falls at his feet, making a
"terrible ringing sound." Yet again, the Narrator hears with his own ears
the same kind of noise. Finally Usher addresses him: "We have put her
living in the tomb!"
Horrified about receiving retribution for "his haste" in the burial, leaping
from his chair, Usher shrieks: "Madman! I tell you that she now stands
without the door!" As if on command, the doors to the chamber spring
open--due to the storm, the Narrator explains--and there stands Madeline,
her white robes stained with blood. With a "low, moaning cry" she attacks
her brother, instantly killing him, while the Narrator flees into the storm.
The last image the Narrator describes seeing is that of the House of Usher
splitting apart along the previously noted zig-zag fissure. The walls are
bursting and the fragments are swiftly disappearing into the "deep and
dank tarn."
Analysis
As he does with so many of his short stories, Poe prefaces "The Fall of
the House of Usher" with a relevant quoted passage: "Son coeur est un
luth suspendu; Sitot qu'on le touche il resonne." From a poem by French
lyric poet Pierre Jean de Beranger, the verse translates roughly as: "His
heart is a hanging lute [an ancient stringed instrument]; Whenever one
touches it, it resounds." Aside from the importance of stringed
instruments in the tale--Roderick Usher can stand the sound of no other
noises--the passage touches on one of the story's most important themes,
mortality.
That the heart in the poem is related to a musical instrument, which
requires the touch of a hand to function, underlines its very fragility.
Suspended in air, it cannot operate on its own, but it instead demands to
be "played." The very definition of animate objects is that they move on
their own initiative; indeed, movement is one of the features most
commonly associated with animal life. The ability to produce sound is a
feature of more advanced animals.
Then Madeline dies, and everything changes. Even when the Narrator and
Usher bury her in the vault, the Narrator notes "the mockery of a faint
blush upon the bosom and the face, and that suspiciously lingering smile
upon the lip which is so terrible in death." It is almost as if Madeline were
already mocking death (or is in some way still alive), and as though she is
already mocking her brother and his friend. It would be possible to say
that she does have the last laugh, breaking free from the vault and killing
the raving Roderick--if this irony were not so harrowing and tragic.
Tracing the progress of Madeline through the story, one quickly notes that
in life she is akin to a floating waif, already a kind of apparition, while once
escaped from the grave she lets out "a low, moaning cry" and falls
"heavily inward" upon her brother, killing him instantly. Death gives her a
strength that life did not. Likewise, the noises that continually accompany
the Narrator's reading of the "Mad Trist" are essentially the first sounds
Madeline ever makes in the narrative--suggesting that she has had to
struggle mightily to get out of the vault. It is as if, imbued with the force of
motion and the ability to produce sound, Madeline becomes "alive" only
after she was buried in the vault.
The concepts of the vault and of premature burial are crucial to Poe's
oeuvre. "The Cask of Amontillado" tells the story of a man who wreaks
revenge on another by locking him in a cellar and building a wall over him.
In "The Tell-Tale Heart," the Narrator discovers (or madly believes) that
the heart of the old man he murdered and buried under his floorboards is
still beating. "The Pit and the Pendulum" culminates inside a windowless
chamber, the walls of which slowly contract before nearly crushing the
protagonist. Other tales involving corpses in vaults and walls or the fear of
being buried alive include "The Black Cat" and the aptly titled "The
Premature Burial." It was perhaps less a case of claustrophobia than a
fascination with the fine line between life and death that inspired these
flights of fancy. Roderick Usher, then, may serve as Poe's alter ego, a
surrogate for the author's own morbid obsession with "sentience" and "the
grim phantasm."
Other interpretations of "The Fall of the House of Usher" have focused on
the Narrator himself, who seems slowly to slip into madness, perhaps
through the very process of narrating Usher's own mental breakdown. Key
moments include the opening passage, in which the Narrator seems
terrified of the sight of the house itself; the inability to sleep toward the
end of the story; and the last, final, nearly apocalyptic but certainly
symbolic image of the house breaking apart. Rarely has Poe's writing
veered into fantasy more explicitly than in the closing lines of his most
famous tale: "While I gazed, this fissure rapidly widened--there came a
fierce breath of the whirlwind--the entire orb of the satellite burst at once
upon my sight--my brain reeled as I saw the mighty walls rushing
asunder--there was a long and tumultuous shouting sound like the voice
of a thousand waters--and the deep and dank tarn at my feet closed
sullenly and silently over the fragments of 'The House of Usher.'"
Similarly, and just as Poe dwells on the blurred boundary between the
living and the dead, the line between sanity and madness figures
prominently. Shortly after Madeline's entombment, the Narrator writes of
the "contagious nature" (Burduck, 74) of fear and madness: "It was no
wonder that his condition terrified--that it infected me. I felt creeping upon
me, by slow yet certain degrees, the wild influences of his own fantastic
yet impressive superstitions." "Infected" and "impressive" present a
somewhat rhymed pair that makes of this passage a sort of poem. While
Usher's malady may be a contagious disease, the Narrator seems almost
willfully to succumb to it, impressed as he is by its nature. Just as the
house's scale and stability inspire him with awe as well as fear, so does
Usher's madness inspire as well as terrify him.
That give-and-take, the dialectic between the beautiful and the horrifying,
between amazement and dread, informs not just "The Fall of the House of
Usher" but Poe's work in general. There is indeed a poetic quality to his
writing, whether it be the use of the "Haunted Palace" as a metaphor for
the mind--invaded by "evil things, in robes of sorrow"--or the description
of the House of Usher as if it were a human face, with its "vacant eye-like
windows." The Narrator describes, early in the story, "an unredeemed
dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture
into aught of the sublime." Yet, that is precisely what Poe's imagination
did: it took the dreary, the dark, the dreadful--and found within it the
sublime.