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Visions of Waste
Peter Brooks
The American Scene asks if “the hotel- spirit may not just
by Henry James, be the American spirit most seeking
edited by Peter Collister. and most finding itself.” He wanders
Cambridge University Press, through the “immense promiscuity”
664 pp., $110.00 of the Waldorf-Astoria, finding in it
the notably American “supremely gre-
A few days before his sixtieth birth- garious state.” It’s an institution de-
day, in 1903, Henry James wrote to his voted to “the greatest happiness of the
brother William of his desire to return greatest number,” a kind of utilitarian
to his native land after twenty-some luxury available to all who can pay the
years of self- exile. William quickly re- price.
sponded that the trip was a bad idea; He returns to “hotel- civilization”
he could imagine “the sort of physi- when he stays at the Breakers in Palm
cal loathing with which many features Beach. Finding that this grand estab-
of our national life will inspire you,” lishment doesn’t really pay attention to
including “the vocalization of our the individual’s wants, James reflects in
countrymen. . . . It is simply incredibly more and more inflated terms on the
loathsome.” Henry was undeterred: tyranny of the hotel spirit and its will-
ing victims. The hotel comes to stand
Simply and supinely to shrink—on for the lack of understanding of what
mere grounds of general fear and is being passed off as civilization to the
encouraged shockability has to me American populace: “Beguiled and
all the air of giving up, chucking caged, positively thankful, in its vast
away without a struggle, the one vacancy, for the sense and the definite
chance that remains to me in life horizon of a cage.” So it is that the com-
of anything that can be called a promise demanded of the individual by
movement: my one little ewe-lamb the “jealous cultivation of the common
of possible exotic experience, such mean, the common mean only, the re-
experience as may convert itself, duction of everything to an average of
through the senses, through ob- decent suitability” becomes a kind of
servation, imagination and reflec- betrayal of the original democratic idea.
tion now at their maturity, into Henry James; illustration by James McMullan
vivid and solid material, into a
general renovation of one’s too only in Philadelphia and Chicago but a grim social price paid by American James’s strictures on the simulated
monotonised grab-bag. also St. Louis and Indianapolis. The “progress”; finding in the city streets a civilization of the hotel don’t quite pre-
American Scene ends following the trip “new style of poverty” compared with pare us for his appreciation of a differ-
A slightly campy challenge to his to Florida; a projected second volume what he had observed in European cit- ent American innovation, the country
older brother this was, joined to the on the trail west never was written. ies, James notes: “There is such a thing, club. But he recognizes in it the inven-
claim that he would gain material for in the United States, it is hence to be tion of a new form of sociability proper
his writing from a return to his be- inferred, as freedom to grow up to be to a democracy, anchored in the fam-
ginnings. He wanted the shocks that It’s his birthplace, New York, that blighted, and it may be the only free- ily. The country club, he claims, “is ev-
William mentioned, wanted also the especially engages James’s restless at- dom in store for the smaller fry of fu- erywhere a clear American felicity; a
“exotic experience” of traveling beyond tention. At times his four chapters on ture generations.” complete product of the social soil and
New York and New England to see the the city make for very unpleasant read- The “restless renewal” of the city, the air which alone have made it possible.”
entire country: the South and the Mid- ing, especially his visits to the Jewish constant destruction and rebuilding of James, who belonged to the Athenaeum
west and the Far West all the way to “Ghetto” on the Lower East Side and the New York skyline, obsesses him. and the Reform Club in London, per-
California. to the “visible act of ingurgitation” He could not appreciate the skyscraper, ceives that the country club “wouldn’t
Henry did, of course, experience the of immigrants on Ellis Island. James and he abhorred the “religion” of the do in Europe”; it belongs to the new so-
horrors predicted by William, includ- is a snob, nostalgic for the traditional elevator, “the packed and hoisted bas- ciety: “It becomes, for the restless ana-
ing the “slovenly” use of “vocal sound, cityscape of Washington Square that ket” that made tall buildings possible, lyst, one of the garden-lamps in which
in men and women alike . . . a mere he knew as a boy, and for a more ho- which he turns into “an almost intoler- the flame of Democracy burns whitest
helpless slobber of disconnected vowel mogeneous upper class. He speaks able symbol of the herded and driven and steadiest and most floods the sub-
noises,” as he put it in “The Question the unreflective anti- Semitism of his state” of New Yorkers. In contrast to ject.” To see the country club as a pre-
of Our Speech,” a commencement ad- time and caste—yet he also spends an European cities, New York never pro- eminently democratic institution has
dress he gave at Bryn Mawr. But his evening in the Yiddish theater. He is poses to have the dignity of the old. struck some of James’s commentators,
essay-travelogue about the trip, The shaken by the flood of immigration (a Buildings and entire blocks are always including W. H. Auden and F. O. Mat-
American Scene, which features as record 1,004,756 arrivals were recorded coming down, and new ones going up. thiessen, as obtuse. To be sure, from
narrator-protagonist a self that James in 1907, the year The American Scene He hears the “powers above”—those most perspectives it represents hierar-
calls “the restless analyst,” is com- was published). Yet all this leads him who crack the whip—speak to the city: chy, selection, and exclusion. No Jews,
plex, nuanced, and brilliant as well as not to rejection but rather to the reflec- no Blacks, no working class, no lower-
exasperating, one of the great works tion that old New Yorkers held the land There’s no step at which you shall middle class: the country club was for
of American sociology, and an endur- in “unsettled possession,” and it is they, rest, no form, as I’m constantly the aspiring American elite, those who
ing indictment of what Americans had not “the aliens,” who must adjust, must showing you, to which, consistently had made enough money and estab-
made of their land. go more than halfway toward meet- with my interests, you can. I build lished themselves as sufficiently genteel
Between August 1904 and July 1905 ing the new arrivals. Who in America you up but to tear you down, for if to raise barriers and close gates against
James traveled: south to Philadelphia, is not an alien? he asks. New York is I were to let sentiment and sincer- others.
Washington, Richmond, Charleston, for James a lesson in “dispossession,” ity once take root, were to let any Yet I think James is on to something
Palm Beach, and St. Augustine— a theme that haunts the whole of The tenderness of association once ac- here. He doesn’t see American de-
despite frequent returns to Boston for American Scene, suggesting that Amer- cumulate, or any “love of the old” mocracy as dedicated to equality—it
bouts of dentistry—then west to St. ican civilization is a kind of temporary once pass unsnubbed, what would never has been—but rather to what he
Louis, Chicago, Indianapolis, and Mil- encampment in a land grabbed but not become of us, who have our hands calls “eligibility,” which can be made
waukee, then on to Los Angeles and truly possessed. on the whipstock, please? good only through acquired wealth.
San Diego and up to San Francisco, James summarizes the moral that He isn’t naive about qualifications for
Portland, and Seattle. It was all done by America emerging from the Gilded New York, in sum, gives James the “in- this eligibility; they simply strike him
train: even Chocorua, New Hampshire, Age seems to offer: “To make so much teresting, appealing, touching vision of as definitional of American democracy
where William had a summer house, money that you won’t, that you don’t waste.” in a way he often and loudly deplores
could be reached by train—it then was ‘mind,’ don’t mind anything—that is What America offers in lieu of a throughout The American Scene. If
close to the apogee of the American absolutely, I think, the main American settled social order is the artificial so- the country club plays a redemptive
rail network. The trip also turned out formula.” It follows that if you don’t ciety of the hotel, a place of apparent part in American culture, it’s be-
to be profitable, since James soon was make money you will “mind” the pub- free enjoyment for an army of pup- cause it takes what is most character-
commanding $500 to present a lecture, lic thinness and waste of American life, pets under the control of the “master- istic of New World society and makes
on the French novelist Balzac of all and be reduced to “the knowledge that spirits of management.” The hotel is “a it pleasant. Country clubs represent
improbable subjects, to audiences not America is no place for you.” There is synonym for civilization,” and James American manners as “the apotheosis
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J. Paul Getty Museum, 179 pp., $50.00 trators of the sixteenth century.”
Keen to make his name, he defied
Franny Moyle begins The King’s the guild rules for journeymen by in-
Painter, her substantial and copiously scribing his initials on his portraits of
illustrated biography of Hans Holbein, Froben, Erasmus, and Basel’s wealthy
with the story of Henry VIII’s hunt for mayor, Jacob Meyer, taking refuge in
a fourth wife. In 1539, two years after the fact that “HH” could also stand
the death of Jane Seymour, he was for his master, Hans Herbst. As Moyle
looking for a bride from the German notes, “Holbein’s determination to dis-
principalities, hoping for allies who play his signature showed his resolve to
would deter invasion threats from Fran- have his name linked with great men
cis I of France and the Holy Roman for all to see.” Erasmus, Froben, and
emperor Charles V. After a couple of Meyer all became significant patrons
other forays he dispatched Holbein, his of his.
court painter, to Brussels to paint him Holbein’s dogged desire to prove
a portrait of a likely prospect, Anne of himself showed still more clearly in
Cleves. The image pleased; the woman 1517 when he moved to Lucerne, an-
herself did not. A few weeks after Anne other city of grand merchants that was,
arrived, on New Year’s Day 1540, a dis- like Basel, “awash with mercenaries.”
mayed Henry declared himself unable Hans Holbein: Erasmus of Rotterdam, circa 1532 Here his designs for stained glass led
to consummate the marriage. Within a to commissions from the mayor, Jakob
few months it was annulled. his work as a designer, it traces the de- up among the wealthy, erudite men and von Hertenstein, a powerful leader of
The debacle brought about the velopment of his unnervingly percep- women who were placing Bavaria at the Swiss mercenary forces in the Italian
downfall of Thomas Cromwell, the tive style through a series of striking forefront of the Northern Renaissance. wars. Holbein’s portrait of von Her-
king’s chief minister, who had negoti- paintings, including the famous por- The region’s patrons and collectors tenstein’s son Benedikt, a forceful
ated the match, but Holbein, though in traits of Erasmus, Thomas More, and were obsessed with classical culture: likeness, employed a clever illusion of
peril, survived. In Moyle’s intriguing Thomas Cromwell. These illustrate the emperor Maximilian, for example, perspective that became typical of his
account, Holbein, a genius of multi- how he varied his designs to suit his was keen to trace his ancestry back to work: as the viewer moves from left to
ple talents, is a canny pragmatist and sitters, and how his use of emblematic Hector of Troy. right, at an angle of forty-five degrees
a master of ambiguities. Alert to both backgrounds and references, ranging Moyle argues persuasively that in one from the painting’s surface, “the sitter
possibilities and dangers, he negotiates from books and inscriptions to luxu- panel of a tripartite memorial to the projects out from the canvas in a hyper-
the complexities of guilds, the shifting rious ornaments and badges, ampli- Walther family in Augsburg’s St. Cath- real three- dimensional manner.”
sands of religion, the whims of royalty, fied their impact. For his patrons, his erine’s Convent, Holbein the Elder The portrait contains a German in-
and the traps of politics with impecca- portrait studies, “visually seductive, included a portrait of his cherished scription on one wall, testifying to the
ble skill. As an artist, his detailed ob- materially complex, and confidently ex- son Hans, a five-year- old with a snub painting’s accuracy. This is matched in
servation and brilliant technique are ecuted,” as Austơja Mackelaitơ puts it nose and pudding-bowl haircut. By his the portrait of Holbein’s friend Bon-
combined with a shrewd sense of what in her essay, defined a likeness, but be- teens, Hans was employed in the Hol- ifacius Amerbach, painted two years
his patrons want. Yet while Holbein set yond that they constructed an identity. bein workshop with his older brother later, by a Latin inscription written on
out to please, Moyle persuades us that Holbein’s verisimilitude was not Ambrosius, and Moyle suggests that he a board nailed to a tree, which can be
his own judgments can nonetheless be entirely self-taught. In Woollett’s may have contributed figures and ar- translated as “I am not inferior to the
read in the subtleties of his drawings words, he “appropriated the Flemish chitectural details to some altarpieces. living face; I am indeed the counter-
and paintings. In the case of Anne of trait of vivid realism,” learning from This “is entirely feasible” within a fam- part of my master, and distinguished
Cleves, for example, the full-face com- older contemporaries like Albrecht ily workshop, she writes, and “there by accurate lines.” (Both portraits are
position and bland expression hint at a Dürer and Lucas Cranach the Elder. is no doubt” such work “would have” in the catalog of “Holbein: Capturing
two- dimensional quality, a certain vac- As Moyle points out, Holbein learned served as a training ground. Character.”)
uousness. The portrait offered a warn- this realistic approach from his father, Speculation of this kind is found By the time he was twenty, when he
ing that the king did not heed. Hans Holbein (or Hanns Holbain) the throughout the book, but although the painted Benedikt von Hertenstein’s
No one, however, questioned the Elder. Other artistic traits they shared use of “must have,” “possibly,” and “is portrait, Holbein’s flagrant success was
accuracy of the likeness. Above all, it were the use of geometric patterns— likely” usually engenders distrust, in already rousing animosity from local
was Holbein’s verisimilitude that made as in the famous “Holbein carpets”— this case it is inevitable. The known artists, even leading to a serious knife
his contemporaries hold their breath. brilliant fabrics, and a favorite palette facts of Holbein’s life are sparse, and fight. But his rise continued, with a
Truth to life, the uncanny evocation of of soft pinks and reds, vivid blues and Moyle carefully bolsters her intriguing dramatic scheme for the external dec-
physical likeness, was admired in fash- greens. suggestions with evidence. She writes oration of Jakob von Hertenstein’s new
ionable humanist circles enthralled by In 1497, when Holbein was born, his particularly well about Holbein’s early house. It was demolished in 1825, but
Pliny the Elder’s account of the illu- father ran a workshop with his brother career in Europe, where he acquired pencil sketches reveal the boldness of
sions of reality produced by the ancient Sigmund in Augsburg, a hub of the tim- the varied skills that would propel his the conception, which incorporated
Greek painters Zeuxis and Apelles. ber, paper, and textile industries, and rapid rise in the Tudor court. fantastical elements and intricate
a center for metalworkers, armorers, trompe l’oeil arches, balconies, stair-
artists, and printers. Holbein the Elder, cases, and niches, and was dominated
In the first of six illuminating and a fine painter and sculptor specializing T he Augsburg years ended in 1516 by a frieze based on Mantegna’s fa-
scholarly essays by contributors to in devotional works, belonged, Moyle when Holbein the Elder fell into debt mous Triumphs of Caesar.
the sumptuous catalog for the exhibi- writes, to “the last generation of art- and fled to Alsace. A year earlier his Holbein was equally daring on an in-
tion “Holbein: Capturing Character,” ists for whom the traditional Catholic two sons had moved to Basel, and timate scale. In his extraordinary paint-
which moved from the Getty in Los Church was the patron sans pareil,” and Holbein was living there when Luther ing Dead Christ in the Tomb, painted
Angeles to the Morgan in New York in although he painted in the angular late is believed to have pinned his protest around 1519 for the Amerbach family
early 2022, Anne T. Woollett defines Gothic style, he enriched his religious against indulgences to the door of All of printers and lawyers, he depicted
the essence of Holbein’s “pictorial elo- subjects with a new humanist fidelity Saints’ Church in Wittenberg in Octo- Christ seen from the side, lying in a long
quence” as a blend of observation and to the “real,” seen in the characterful ber 1517. The most potent influence on rectangular stone niche, as in a Roman
allusion. The catalog bears this out. faces of the saints, virgins, and kneel- his life, however, was not Lutheranism catacomb. His jaw hangs open, his
Examining Holbein’s portraits through ing paupers. In Augsburg Holbein grew but the humanism of Erasmus, another bony, bruised ribs and knees protrude,
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April/May Fraenkel Gallery San Francisco
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tember 11, 2001, attacks have killed litical science professor Carson Hollo-
more than 900,000 people, displaced way, who published an essay on thumos
at least 38 million, and cost the United in which he described Trump as “a pre-
States an estimated $8 trillion.1 During eminently thumotic being.”
these two decades of intense fighting Colby acknowledges that war with
and killing, the US has been respon- China over Taiwan could lead to the
sible for a quantity of suffering that “limited” use of nuclear weapons and
would have been unthinkable when that as a last resort, “selective nuclear
President George W. Bush, with the proliferation”—which is to say, provid-
near-unanimous backing of Congress, ing nuclear weapons to allies—might
launched his assault on Afghanistan. be necessary. He adds:
It is clear now that America’s leaders
deluded themselves and failed to ask Selective nuclear proliferation to
basic questions about the ultimate goal such states as Japan, South Korea,
of the war before invading: its human Australia, and even Taiwan might
and financial costs, its benefits, or how help bridge the gap between re-
it would end. gional conventional defeat and US
One might assume that such disas- willingness to employ its nuclear
trous results, and the ignominious end forces, especially at scale.
of the war in Afghanistan last year,
would lead to a period of reflection Colby tries to assure us that China
and soul-searching. Yet no such in- would be deterred from escalating to
quiry has occurred—at least not one a broader nuclear exchange because of
that fully grapples with the shocking America’s retaliatory power.
self- deception, pervasive misreading Confident about his strategy and
of events, and powerful groupthink markedly unconcerned about its cat-
that drove the longest war in American astrophic implications, Colby seems
history. cavalier about the fog of war and the
Instead, without missing a beat, Then defense secretary Jim Mattis speaking with marines possibility of errant intelligence. He
Washington power brokers and pundits, at the US embassy in Beijing, June 2018 blithely ignores how much can go
in and out of government, have fixed wrong. For evidence, consider the re-
their gaze on a new foe: China. Think cently declassified video footage of a
tank specialists and defense insiders US drone strike during the final days
are churning out books and articles on BOOKS DISCUSSED IN THIS ARTICLE of our withdrawal from Afghanistan
how to contain China and engage in that mistakenly killed ten innocent ci-
what they have called a “great power The Strategy of Denial: The Avoidable War: vilians, including seven children. In its
conflict,” a vague description encom- American Defense in an The Dangers of a Catastrophic subsequent review of more than 1,300
passing all manner of hostile interac- Age of Great Power Conflict Conflict Between the US documents from a hidden Pentagon
tions—ideological, economic, political, by Elbridge A. Colby. and Xi Jinping’s China archive, The New York Times found
and military. Last year, Admiral Philip Yale University Press, by Kevin Rudd. that this wayward bombing was no ab-
Davidson, head of the US Indo-Pacific 356 pp., $32.50 PublicAffairs, 420 pp., $32.00 erration, but rather part of a pattern of
Command, told a Senate Armed Ser- airstrikes in Iraq, Syria, and Afghani-
vices Committee hearing that China is The Long Game: Limit, Leverage, and Compete: stan over the past eight years that were
accelerating its ambitions to supplant China’s Grand Strategy to A New Strategy on China “plagued by deeply flawed intelligence,
America’s leadership in the world, and Displace American Order a report by Melanie Hart rushed and imprecise targeting and the
that it could invade Taiwan within “the by Rush Doshi. and Kelly Magsamen. deaths of thousands of civilians, many
next six years.” Oxford University Press, 46 pp., April 2019, available at of them children.”
The Strategy of Denial by Elbridge 419 pp., $27.95 americanprogress.org These are just the latest examples of
Colby well exemplifies this new con- shocking intelligence failures stretching
frontational and Manichean zeal. China Unbound: The United States vs. China: back to the Korean War, Vietnam, and
Colby’s book clearly, but perhaps un- A New World Disorder The Quest for Global the Cuban Missile Crisis, when the US
wittingly, exposes the extreme peril by Joanna Chiu. Economic Leadership totally missed the fact that Russian mis-
we face, as he and others like him lay House of Anansi, 369 pp., by C. Fred Bergsten. siles in Cuba were already loaded with
the intellectual foundations for yet an- $19.99 (paper) Polity, 362 pp., $29.95 nuclear weapons and would have been
other war thousands of miles from our launched before any disabling US strike.
shores, and one that is more treacher-
ous than those we fought in the Middle from dominating Asia—and ultimately lia, South Korea, the Philippines, and
East. the entire world. He emphasizes re- Taiwan. This, he believes, would force T he danger here is not this specific
Colby worked under Defense Secre- lentless military competition among China, if it invaded Taiwan, to attack book, but that Colby is not an outlier
tary Jim Mattis and helped write the states, while omitting any discussion of these countries as well—resulting in in Washington. In The Long Game:
2018 US National Defense Strategy, how we might compete economically a much wider war. The US position China’s Grand Strategy to Displace
which proclaimed that “inter-state stra- with China or what part international would thus be stronger because more American Order, Rush Doshi, cur-
tegic competition, not terrorism, is now institutions could play. He considers countries would be fighting alongside rently Biden’s director for China at the
the primary concern.” His book re- Asia the most important region in the us in an “anti-hegemonic coalition” National Security Council, writes from
flects a growing perception throughout world because it produces 40 percent against China. a similar zero-sum perspective but fo-
the country that China poses a mortal of global GDP. There are, in his view, He also looks to what he calls “thu- cuses more broadly on what he sees as
threat to America and its Asian allies. stable balances of power in Europe and motic impulses”—spiritedness or pas- China’s decades-long determination
A Gallup poll in March 2021 found that the Persian Gulf, leaving the Pacific as sion—to spur on the coalition to fight to become the world’s new hegemon.
the share of Americans who see China the primary theater of conflict between with greater resolve. Colby takes the Citing voluminous Communist Party
as our greatest enemy doubled in just America and China. concept from Homer’s Iliad, in which documents, he carefully traces the
one year, from 22 percent to 45 percent. Colby believes that if China were Achilles, driven mad by his anger emergence of what he believes is Chi-
Colby’s focus is not on human rights ever to achieve what he calls “hege- (șȣμȩȢ, thumos) at the killing of his na’s grand strategy to drive America
or democratic values, ours or anyone mony” in Asia, it would have substan- friend Patroclus, slays Hector. In recent out of Asia and displace its paramount
else’s, but rather on how to deter China tial incentives to use such power to years this theme has been articulated influence in the world.
and “wage war” against it to prevent it exclude the US from the region and by a number of conservative scholars, Writing in scholarly, sometimes
“compromise Americans’ freedom, such as Harvey Mansfield in his book jargon-laden prose, Doshi presents the
1
These figures are drawn from Brown prosperity, and even physical security.” Manliness (2006); Michael Anton, who US– China contest as “a competition
University’s Costs of War Project, a To contain China, he proposes a “bind- served on President Trump’s National over regional and global order, as well
scholarly effort to catalog the human ing strategy” that would enmesh the Security Council, in his essay “The as the various ‘forms of control’ that sus-
and budgetary costs of the US-led war military of the US with those of our Flight 93 Election” (2016); Robert tain it.” According to him, the US can-
on terror during the past two decades. Pacific allies, such as Japan, Austra- Kagan in The Return of History and not maintain its preeminent position
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Here it comes now, at the last, the woodpecker. wasting nothing but making it feel
It’s come from afar. as if there were plenty, overmuch, endless—oh way more than enough to be
It’s put its beak in above my heart. wildly wasted. I lift up my palm
Lie still it says. and stare at it
Very still. as per usual,
Listen. as I have done for a thousand years,
You loved the light, it says, of day. & this nightgown believe me it is not satin
You let it touch yr face all yr life & u never apologized, never felt although it too makes its little music.
the distance in it—its howling—its gigantic February 2022 I’m singing you out,
memory. You did not bury yr face in yr hands, if nothing else let me finish my song.
in the soil, in the grass with I’m not enough but I
gratitude. Something warbled. could have been less.
Something flew past When it is done it cranes up and stares.
in the air—a ravine quietly opened—water Its crest is stupendous.
deep in the earth narrowly Its stare is righteous.
darted between rocks to You must have come from somewhere far away I think
reach you. It was as I’ve never seen the likes of you
wild. Your blood around me
took violent turns anywhere.
left and right inside you—it gave you What do you think your strength is for, it asks—
time— what do u think yr intelligence is.
Now it drops Surgical clips blink.
its needle in deeper. They imitate day.
You are dying it says. Maybe today, Was it my strength which was my mistake, I ask,
maybe another. Rain is starting somewhere, yr back is golden and red,
it’s coming down fast it says, yr feathers stretch into every direction, they point,
I’m busy it says, u could be mosaic, yr gold seems chipped from
I’m attending to shorelines I’d like to save, what used to be Venice,
its body like a small golden trombone, Torcello specifically, in the old world,
its crest like a fretboard day cld be thrumming—as they are yr legs are rolled tight
friends—we’re from the same into their sacred scrolls—
district, it explains, we share hometowns, oh you’re done with something—I’m not sure what,
we don’t want to ruin your day but we’re you’re done with the warnings & the
busy. The needle is turning in me again. proclamations,
It wants to play music I imagine. yr notebook is overflowing with second
It too wants to live its brief glorious moment, chances. Now it is
right to the end please, silent. It has moved up. It pecks at the bone
as a civilization might also like if possible, at the back of my neck.
right to the end, I lift my arm up
the very end. to try to
Is there a right end I ask the bird touch.
as it bows from the waist over me, as if starting No pity anywhere.
to dance while It’s then I hear it, the first call breaking
digging in deeper, what used to be dawn.
widening and opening the hole Will you let me hear it?
in my heart, What will you hear this time it asks.
dust all over the floor from its work. What will you make of the chorus
What would have given you enough, it asks, when it comes.
working furiously, What will you make.
I think its face is puffed from the effort, You had a lifetime
is daylight coming back again to get this story,
for me I to write its long and bitter poem.
ask, as someone adjusts the pillow under my head, You had thousands of hearts, one for each day
is this the end of the second which let you into its cool new body,
movement or the third for free,
it says to the air— unstopped.
do you still have another round of day in you?— What will you make.
as they pull a wet cloth I saw you turn away.
over my eyes, I watched you arrange and rearrange your minutes.
to clean them out I hope to myself, Lie back down now.
that I might see once more Be very still.
a bit of the something that blues-in softly I do not know
after furious night. if you will be entertained again.
Is that a nurse now pulling at my neck, And it left then.
is that a window coming clear or is it blank wall, There was no weeping, just feathers passing.
are those letters in the air spelling something firm even And I am here now listening for day
possibly urgent with all I’ve got.
or are they just the bits & pieces of shadow What have I got.
the pre-dawn world tosses
flagrantly around, —Jorie Graham
Romanian Masquerades
J. Hoberman
Magnolia Pictures
Bad Luck Banging, Christina Stojanova suggests
or Loony Porn that, with Ceau܈escu’s overthrow
a film written and and execution in late 1989, Ro-
directed by Radu Jude mania experienced a more vi-
olent political rupture than did
The New Romanian Cinema the other Communist states.
edited by Christina Stojanova, Like the neorealist movement
with the participation that emerged from the rubble of
of Dana Duma. Mussolini’s Italy, the NRC was a
Edinburgh University Press, response to a traumatic upheaval
323 pp., $110.00; $29.95 (paper) that demanded a break with ex-
isting aesthetic norms.
The Romanian Cinema of Puiu’s and Mungiu’s early
Nationalism: Historical Films films did have a number of neo-
as Propaganda and Spectacle realist elements. Characterized
by Onoriu Colăcel. by location shooting, ordinary
McFarland, 212 pp., protagonists, strict chronologies,
$65.00 (paper) contemporary settings, and the
absence of musical soundtracks,
Bad Luck Banging, or Loony they were further distinguished
Porn, the Romanian director by long, choreographed shots
Radu Jude’s exuberantly rude and a level of ensemble acting
and bawdy new film, is a movie that clearly required hours of
about us. Or rather, it’s a com- rehearsal. With virtually every
edy about our world: how we scene shot in a single setup, their
live under surveillance, with di- Nicodim Ungureanu (center) in Radu Jude’s Bad Luck Banging, or Loony Porn, 2021 movies felt as though they were
minished boundaries, plagued unfolding in real time. This un-
by conspiratorial thinking and multiple not terminating, the career of the vid- the twenty-first century’s least antici- derlying documentary aspect (what
pandemics—virtual as well as actual. eo’s female participant, Emi Cilibiu pated developments. Romania’s sub- Irina Trocan, one of the essayists in
As if tossed in a bottle, Jude’s message (Katia Pascariu), an award-winning sidized film industry, unlike those of The New Romanian Cinema, calls the
arrives from an obscure corner of Eu- history teacher at an elite Bucharest other nations of the former Soviet bloc, “mystique of the diegetic world”) re-
rope, albeit one that as of last Novem- primary school. Despite more or less never produced a “new wave.” The na- flected a desire to show the world as
ber was suffering the world’s highest beginning by filling the screen with an tion’s most distinguished filmmaker, it actually is. Indeed, Puiu’s and Mun-
per capita death rate from Covid-19. engorged male member and ending, Lucian Pintilie, spent much of his ca- giu’s first films involved ordeals in the
Romania is another land where vaccine after a prolonged parent-teacher meet- reer self- exiled in Paris. Particularly face of oppressive institutions. Rather
hesitancy has mutated into a political ing that’s more like a show trial, with a after Nicolae Ceau܈escu came to power than expressions of new freedom, they
movement. The leader of the country’s Romanian version of Wonder Woman in the mid-1960s, Romania was known were suffused with existential dread.
vaccination effort told The New York ramming a dildo down a priest’s throat, mainly for kitschy, hypernationalist
Times that this is a result of widespread Bad Luck Banging is nothing if not di- historical spectacles. The advent of the
disinformation: “Fake news has a dactic. It also intends to add to the his- NRC was all the more surprising in that, Jude is a decade younger than Puiu and
huge influence on our population.” In torical record. with the fall of communism, the film in- Mungiu, who were in their early twen-
the same article, Alina Bargaoanu, a Bad Luck Banging is to some de- dustries of other Warsaw Pact nations ties when Ceau܈escu was overthrown.
Bucharest communications professor gree a documentary of its own making. had tended toward artistic decline. After making two contemporary do-
who studies Internet- driven conspiracy The movie was conceived well before Cannes was the stage on which the mestic dramas, The Happiest Girl in
theories, explained that many of them the onset of Covid-19. Preproduction NRC first received international atten- the World (2009) and Everybody in
originate in the United States and are happened under lockdown, so casting tion. In 2005 Cristi Puiu’s tour de force Our Family (2012), he created an alter-
given particular credence because and rehearsals were done on Zoom. The Death of Mr. L ăzărescu, a series of native version of the nationalist epic or
“Romania is a very pro-American Lockdown in Bucharest ended in late intricately choreographed scenes track- “heritage movie” that was the central
country.”* May 2020; sensing the imminence of ing a stricken elderly man’s odyssey Romanian genre of the Ceau܈escu era.
The title itself is a provocation. The Covid’s second wave, Jude and his through several Bucharest emergency This provided his breakthrough. The
graceless English translation sanitizes producer, Ada Solomon, rushed the rooms, won the festival’s venturesome jaunty title of his folkloric period piece
the original Romanian Babardeală cu film into production before it was fully Un Certain Regard section. The fol- Aferim! (2015) might be translated as
bucluc sau porno balamuc, which in its funded, shooting on the city’s streets lowing year Corneliu Porumboiu’s “good job” or “mission accomplished,”
offensive combination of Romani slang with masks mandatory for the crew droll 12: 08 East of Bucharest, satiriz- and describes the movie itself.
and tabloid vulgarity ensured that Ro- and cast, off camera as well as on. Peo- ing Romania’s self- deceiving memories Set in early-nineteenth-century Wala-
manian media would have difficulty ple on-screen are forever telling one of the 1989 revolution, won the Caméra chia, an area in southern Romania dom-
mentioning the film by name, while another to mask up or “sanitize,” with d’Or for best first film. The year after inated at different times by the Russian
others would be angered by it sight varying degrees of civility and success. that, Christian Nemescu’s posthumous and Ottoman Empires, Aferim! con-
unseen. (In English, it would more ac- Appropriately, Bad Luck Banging had California Dreamin’, a comedy about a cerns a local constable and his son who
curately be titled something like Trou- a virtual world premiere at the 2021 NATO train stalled in rural Romania, are engaged by a nobleman to track
blesome Fucking, or Madhouse Porn.) Berlin Film Festival, where the Zoom- took the Un Certain Regard award, down a fugitive Romani slave; based on
According to Jude, Bad Luck Bang- linked jury gave it the Golden Bear— and Cristian Mungiu’s gripping thriller a true story, it was the first Romanian
ing was inspired by a local news story. making it the third Romanian film in 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days, about movie since 1923 to address the issue of
The movie concerns a conjugal sex the past decade to win the top prize, a the travails of obtaining an illegal slavery. Bearing out the observation that
video that goes viral, jeopardizing, if better record than any other country. abortion in Ceau܈escu’s Romania, was introduces Onoriu Colăcel’s The Roma-
crowned with the Palme d’Or. nian Cinema of Nationalism—“The
However welcome, the efflorescence Romanians love to watch their fictional
*Andrew Higgins, “In Romania, Hard- E merging on the international film of Romanian cinema is something of a ancestors on screen”—Aferim! was a
hit by Covid, Doctors Fight Vaccine scene some fifteen years ago, the New mystery. In the introduction to her an- modest hit at home, selling a bit more
Refusal,” November 8, 2021. Romanian Cinema (NRC) was one of thology The New Romanian Cinema, than a tenth of the tickets purchased
—William Logan
hup.harvard.edu
N W
Sometimes funny but more often up Emi’s other offenses. The trolling is
discomfiting, this barrage of images relentless. (In one notable irony, an on-
N O
can be read as a taxonomy of the ob- line discussion includes a commenter
scene or a series of one-liners. Begin- calling Emi’s attackers “leftist, politi-
ning with “23rd of August” (the day cally correct, shit-eating scum.”) The
T D
naked African women), “Military” (a effect, teaching a Romanian (or “Jew-
parade of tanks), and “The Romanian ish”) version of critical race theory.
S
Orthodox Church” (nuns serenad- Although Jude makes light of the
I ing an Orthodox patriarch with a fas-
cist hymn), the segment is devoted to
culture wars, he is not a satiric populist
like Norman Lear. Rather, he belongs
G
Ceau܈escu’s monstrous palace, known taken as their subject the nature of the
as the “House of the People,” and cell- media and the circulation of images.
phone footage of a bus driver fighting These include the Soviet montage the-
CONNECTING WORLDS with an elderly Romani woman—are orists Dziga Vertov and Sergei Eisen-
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gust continues, references to atrocities precursor), the Andrzej Wajda of Man
“intellectually stimulating, horizon-expanding, fun week !” proliferate. “Montage” is the juxtapo-
sition of clowning soldiers and piled-up
of Marble (1977), and, most recently,
the Ukrainian documentarian Sergei
corpses. “Christmas” provides a pretext Loznitsa. All subscribe to the faith that
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20 The New York Review
Bike Lane to the Élysée
Madeleine Schwartz
Une femme française to find suitable housing solutions for
Chestnot/Getty Images
by Anne Hidalgo. families,” said François Dagnaud, the
Paris: Éditions de l’Observatoire, Socialist mayor of the nineteenth ar-
208 pp., 18.00 (paper) rondissement. He was followed by Ian
Brossat, Hidalgo’s deputy mayor for
On a Wednesday evening in December, housing and a Communist Party mem-
I took a tour of a parking garage that ber who is the campaign director for its
had been transformed into housing. It presidential candidate, Fabien Roussel.
was located in the northeast of Paris, (Hidalgo governs Paris at the head of
in the nineteenth arrondissement, a a coalition made up of the Socialist,
working- class quarter that has been Green, and Communist parties.) “We
growing more expensive for over a de- have a great example here of what we
cade. The building had an imposing are able to do when we work well with
entrance and was surrounded by thin the state services,” he said. “This is a
shrubs and anemic grass. People stood building that belonged to the state.”
by space heaters while waiting for the The city of Paris had bought and repur-
ribbon- cutting ceremony to celebrate posed the garage. The architects noted
149 new apartments, the rents for 74 of with pride that they had reused seven
them capped at between 14 and 18.5 thousand tons of its materials in the
per square meter—far less than the av- construction. “That’s seven hundred
erage cost in the neighborhood. dumpsters that didn’t cross Paris!” one
The project combined several pol- said. A few minutes later, a colleague
icies that Paris mayor Anne Hidalgo came onstage and raised the amount to
has fought for since she was elected ten thousand tons.
to the first of two terms in 2014: more The ribbon cut, I went inside behind
housing for low- and middle-income Stéphane Dauphin, the head of Paris
families, less space for cars, and the Habitat, the public housing agency
use of recycled and sustainable mate- that had overseen the construction
rials in construction. In the past eight of the rent-regulated half of the new
years she has transformed the French building. (The other half, affordable
capital, making it more modern, envi- rent-to-buy housing, was overseen by
ronmentally friendly, and bikeable, and a for-profit developer.) By the elevator,
has done much to “give back space to a woman stopped to say that she had
Parisians,” according to Dominique just moved in and was thrilled—espe-
Alba, the managing director of APUR, cially because the building was heated.
the city agency for urban planning. A teacher, she had waited seven years
Hidalgo has made these changes ag- to get public housing. Dauphin told me
gressively, often testing the limits of that he had recently been contacted by
her powers as mayor. She prohibited the New York State Affordable Hous-
cars from the roads along the Seine ing Corporation, which wanted to learn
only to have the ban contested by the more about the practice of repurposing
French Ministry of Justice. (Hidalgo real estate.
prevailed: the roads are now filled with On my tour, I was accompanied by
runners, not taxis.) She has built more an Italian journalist writing his own ar-
than 43,000 units of public housing for ticle on Paris. He took out his phone to
people with lower- and middle- class show us pictures of apartments he had
incomes, including in wealthy neigh- visited that day. One was six square
borhoods. The redevelopment of the meters (sixty-four square feet), which
long- empty Samaritaine building near Anne Hidalgo inaugurating a new bicycle path on rue de Rivoli, Paris, September 2018 left little room for more than a bed and
the Pont Neuf into a new department some storage. The landlord, he said,
store and hotel—which opened in by controversies over crime, immigra- rare woman in a male- dominated field, knew it was illegal. But why should he
June with rooms starting at $1,250 a tion, and identity politics driven by two after which, in 1997, she became an care? It could still be rented out.
night—included ninety-six affordable far-right candidates, Marine Le Pen adviser to the Socialist labor minister Unlike her predecessors, Hidalgo is
apartments with rents averaging $504 and Éric Zemmour.1 Hidalgo has been Martine Aubry, who is now the mayor trying to alleviate the housing shortage
a month. nearly absent from debates on these is- of the northern city of Lille. Starting while also pursuing green initiatives.
In recognition of her efforts to build sues, which are far removed from the in 2001 Hidalgo worked her way up Construction is the largest source of
a city of the future, she has been in- urban planning and environmentalism in Paris politics under the mentorship nonrecyclable waste in France; new
cluded in rankings such as Politico’s she has built her career on. of her predecessor as mayor, Bertrand buildings alone create some 42 mil-
“Most Influential People in Europe” Delanoë, whose policies of urban re- lion tons of waste a year, according to
(number 1 in the “Dreamers” category) newal, such as finding new uses for the Clara Simay, a Paris-based architect
and Time magazine’s “100 Most Influ- H idalgo appears to have the perfect city’s industrial areas, she has contin- who works with sustainable materials.
ential People of 2020.” She talks about credentials for a center-left presiden- ued. She has three children, two from She notes that the city government has
rubbing shoulders with San Francisco tial candidate. She was born “Ana her first marriage; her second husband, tried to approach the problem from
mayor London Breed and former New Hidalgo” in Spain in 1959, and her Jean-Marc Germain, is also a Socialist all angles, most recently launching a
York mayor Michael Bloomberg. She is family immigrated to France when she Party politician. training course to teach people to re-
admired by urban planners around the was two. She grew up in Lyon, where Paris, like many large cities, is under- store buildings and encouraging the
world, especially in the United States. her father, Antonio (“later on, he will going a housing crisis that has pushed use of biosourced materials like straw
A recent article in French Elle notes, also like to be called Antoine,” she many residents out. The average rent and hemp. Hidalgo has vowed to make
“It’s no secret, Americans ‘loooove’ says), worked as an electrician and increased by 19 percent between 2011 Paris carbon neutral by 2050. “We won
Paris. But if there’s one thing many her mother as a seamstress. In her and 2020, according to Geneviève a cultural battle in Paris,” says Em-
of them love even more than but- book Une femme française, she cred- Prandi of the Rent Observatory of manuel Grégoire, Hidalgo’s deputy
tery croissants and Montmartre, it’s its her love of France to her time in the Paris Metropolitan Area. Officials mayor, who oversees urban planning
Anne Hidalgo.” school, which “gave all the children in have calculated that the larger urban projects. “It’s the idea that our great
And yet none of this has helped her my situation a common feeling of be- region needs to build 70,000 homes a cities of the world . . . are facing a major
in this year’s presidential election, longing,” and describes her feelings of year to meet demand. sustainability issue.” (Hidalgo did not
in which she is the Socialist Party’s elation when she gained French citi- Hidalgo’s commitment to address- answer questions for this article.)
candidate. French president Emman- zenship at fourteen. She studied labor ing the problem was evident at the Hidalgo’s environmentalism has
uel Macron, who in 2016 founded a law and worked as a labor inspector, a ribbon- cutting ceremony in December. meant a careful repurposing of space
new centrist party, La République en Politicians spoke in praise of the proj- in Paris, which has more than twice as
Marche, is planning to run for reelec- 1
See James McAuley, “Who Does Éric ect. “It’s good for a city to look toward many inhabitants per square mile as
tion. But the campaign has been dom- Zemmour Speak For?,” The New York the future and reinvent itself by trying New York City and far fewer skyscrap-
inated less by his record in office than Review, January 13, 2022. to rethink the place of cars, by trying ers. Each square meter must be useful,
Da Capo Press
a ghostly actor. As for Barnett New- brought together a group of poet-critics
man, another one of Rosenberg’s en- and encouraged them to emphasize their
thusiasms, his “art must remain partly immediate impression of a work of art.
inaccessible. It belongs to a one-man It was their writing that Greenberg dis-
culture, which as it becomes more in- missed—along with Rosenberg’s—as
tegrated becomes more estranged from “pseudo-description,” “pseudo-poetry,”
As a trainee doctor, A.J. Lees was shared ideas.” and “perversions and abortions of dis-
enthralled by his mentors: esteemed I can forgive Rosenberg his conun- course” in “How Art Writing Earns Its
neurologists who combined the preci- drums. What I can’t forgive is his pride Bad Name.” But what Greenberg re-
sion of mathematicians, the scrupulos- in his conundrums. He’s so caught garded as fuzzy thinking reflected—at
ity of entomologists, and the solemnity up in his own speculative pyrotech- least at its best, often in the critical prose
of undertakers in their diagnoses and nics that he can’t or won’t let himself of Fairfield Porter and John Ashbery,
treatments. For them, there was no believe that a work of art has a free- another friend of Schloss’s—a convic-
such thing as an unexplained symp- standing value. He thinks more than tion that artistic experience was idiosyn-
tom or psychosomatic problem—no he feels. His intellectuality overwhelms cratic and intuitive, the celebration of an
difficult cases, just interesting ones— his avidity—and that’s disastrous for a ineradicable inner necessity. Most of the
and it was only a matter of time critic. While he waxes enthusiastic and critics Hess gathered around ARTnews
before all disorders of the brain would even lyrical about particular artists, felt no need to fit the artist into some
be understood in terms of anatomical, from his beloved Abstract Expression- grand scheme or interpret artistic in-
electrical, and chemical connections. ists to the work of his good friend Saul dependence as a criticism of the wider
Today, this kind of “holistic neurology” Steinberg, what’s missing is some sense society, as was Rosenberg’s habit.
is on the brink of extinction as an ad- of what he really wants or demands There was always something mes-
herence to protocols and algorithms— from the work of art itself. A reader sianic about Rosenberg’s enterprise.
plus a worship of machines—runs the can disagree with practically every- Although he had worried about the
thing that Greenberg ever wrote about The cover of The Tradition of the New, 1959, popularization of the avant-garde in
risk of destroying the key foundational featuring a drawing by Willem de Kooning
clinical skills of listening, observation, art but still come away from his writing “The American Action Painters,” writ-
and imagination that have been at the with an exhilarating feeling for his sen- ing mockingly about “the expanding
heart of the discipline for more than sibility—for what Greenberg wanted or of him, evoking with affection the caste of professional enlighteners of the
150 years. even needed from art. With Rosenberg “slim, elegant man” who lived in a loft masses,” he embraced the much larger
that fever, those hot likes and chilly that was “a long, white, softly shining audience that he could reach at The
In this series of brilliant, insightful, and dislikes, aren’t there. He was a great place.” And she’s obviously sympa- New Yorker. I wouldn’t put it past him
autobiographical essays, Lees takes personality—Bellow turned that per- thetic with the apolitical orientation of to have sometimes imagined that he
us on a kind of Sherlock Holmes tour sonality into Wulpy, an unforgettable this writer who, after embracing mod- was leading a revolution in taste among
of neurology, giving the reader insight character—but in Rosenberg’s own ern dance in Germany, “found Bill [de the democratic public that subscribed
into—and a defense of—the deep writing his personality doesn’t emerge, Kooning] and Balanchine in America. to the magazine. Balken has relatively
analytical tools that the best neurolo- at least not fully enough. One was about power, the other about little to say about Rosenberg’s work
gists still rely on to diagnose patients: grace.” But Schloss can’t forgive Denby at the American Ad Council, a public
to heal minds and to fix brains. for using his platonic intimacy with her service organization that over the years
Rosenberg’s overintellectualization husband to unhinge her marriage. It has promoted the American Red Cross,
BRAINSPOTTING has led his biographer astray. Balken was the ambiguities of Denby’s person- the Peace Corps, and other honorable
A.J. Lees is so busy nailing down this or that ality that must have led Anne Porter, efforts. Rosenberg worked there from
Linen bound hardcover with a red argument or alliance that she misses the poet who was married to Fairfield 1946 to 1973; the job helped pay the
ribbon marker • $19.95 the lust for debate that consumed New Porter, to observe that “Edwin will bills in the decades before he found his
Also available as an e-book York’s artists and intellectuals, even make you see the justice in injustice.” way to the University of Chicago and
On sale April 5th when they weren’t sure where the argu- The bohemian celebration of personal The New Yorker. But I have a sneak-
ment was going or how it could ever be freedom could lead to a free-for-all ing suspicion that he fit in pretty well.
ALSO BY A.J. LEES resolved. You feel that wild hunger in that left some as trapped as anybody Wasn’t Rosenberg always, at heart, a
McCarthy’s memoir of the 1930s, the ever had been by the old morality. kind of advertiser—an expert in a very
brilliant Intellectual Memoirs, where De Kooning comes to life in Schloss’s lofty form of what we would now call
at some point the disagreements about flashing sentences: “Small, dapper Bill branding? The phrases we associate
Stalinism and formalism get so tangled was always attractive to women. His with him—“the de- definition of art,”
that it’s not clear to her where anybody curtness, his no-nonsense comebacks, “the anxious object,” “art on the edge,”
stands. Denby, one of the central fig- the humor lurking in his eye, his quick, and the rest—are explosive rather than
ures in Schloss’s memoir, wrote that in precise, small movements, his work deep.
the 1930s he and his downtown New clothes—all were irresistible.” Her Bill- In Bellow’s “What Kind of Day Did
York friends were relatively uninter- isms ring true. In what must have been You Have?” there’s a suggestion that
ested in Marx’s ideas but could not a riposte to Rosenberg’s action painting, the Rosenberg character is “nothing but
help but feel “the peremptoriness and de Kooning declared, “Life, the moment a promoter.” That wasn’t Bellow’s view
BRAZIL THAT NEVER WAS the paranoia of Marxism as a ferment it is made into art, is only art.” Schloss of his friend. He praised Rosenberg for
MENTORED BY A MADMAN: THE or method of rhetoric.” The energy of remembers, as others have, how de taking up “the challenge of the new
WILLIAM BURROUGHS EXPERIMENT dispute sometimes seemed more im- Kooning’s Dutch accent turned words world, its cultural wildness.” But it was
portant than the nature of the dispute. into other words—and created new a view Bellow invited his readers to con-
New York Review Books Without understanding that, you can’t meanings. His friends were confused sider. As a writer and thinker Rosen-
represents selected Notting understand Rosenberg. when he boasted that he now had “a job berg dazzles but fails to ever quite come
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Schloss’s memoir catches some of the teaching at jail!,” not immediately un- into focus. What is beyond question is
and Canada
heat of those times. She’s very good on derstanding that he was headed for the that he stands out in the herd of inde-
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Tabak “had a big air about her.” With her sense of humor. “I danced the tango ined. It takes one to know one. Q
26 The New York Review
Knife Skills
Anahid Nersessian
Winter Recipes from the Collective you hide your head so as not
by Louise Glück. to see the end—
Farrar, Straus and Giroux,
42 pp., $25.00 Glück opens with mock solemnity and
perhaps a dash of self- criticism. For all
The website of the Nobel Prize Com- its hard edges and emotional inclem-
mittee describes Louise Glück’s po- ency, her poetry has always been loaded
etry as “free of poetic formalities” with symbols of bourgeois comfort: big
and notable, by contrast, for its use of houses, soft beds, nice plates, a garden
“daily spoken language.” This has the of one’s own. Her 1980 volume, De-
distinction and utility of being almost scending Figure, contains a poem actu-
exactly wrong. Rather, Glück subjects ally called “Porcelain Bowl,” in which a
conventional poetic tropes to a rigor- woman “in a lawn chair” is compared to
ous process of abstraction until they flatware so precious it “rules out use.”
become close to indistinguishable from In “Poem,” however, the painted dish
everyday speech. Behind each modest belongs to the realm of bygone plea-
“you” looms a ceremonial “thou”; the sures, along with the fairy-tale two-
oracular glows inside the ordinary. some—the boy and girl—who haven’t
A good analogue might be Robert yet discovered any limits to their move-
Rauschenberg’s Erased de Kooning ments or needs. This in contrast to the
Drawing, which, if you’ve never seen it, speaker and her addressee, the “you”
is exactly what it sounds like. In 1953 Glück invokes using the distinguished
Rauschenberg asked Willem de Koo- poetic figure of apostrophe, a remark
ning, an artist he greatly admired, for to some second-person presence who
a piece of work he could subject to an cannot or will not respond. Apostrophe
ambiguous process of effacement and is one of the most recognizable features
defacement. To his credit de Kooning of lyric poetry, a device for enhancing
agreed. The final product, mounted its sense of intimate urgency. Here,
inside a golden frame, looks from one however, it is used to tug the poem
angle like no more than a smudged and earthward. Glück’s “you and I” don’t
dirty piece of paper. From another, it march to the portentous beat of those
looks like the Veil of Veronica, a relic opening lines and they are no longer
Louise Glück; illustration by Arinda Crăciun
of incalculable price. Although it in- children. They tire easily, they need to
vites allegations of nihilism or trolling, be sung to “as mother sang” to them
Rauschenberg was emphatic that his you; if she is soft, it’s not for long. She ting divorced are long in the rearview and not to hear—much less compose—
de Kooning was meant in good faith. never quite gives us what Sylvia Plath mirror and even the world’s most enor- the song of poetic artifice or effusion.
“It’s not a negation,” he insisted, “it’s a called (with no little self- contempt) “the mous problems seem diminished, not This kind of thing happens so often
celebration.” big strip tease” of traumatic revelation because they’re not real but because in the book as to suggest a pattern. A
In Winter Recipes from the Collec- and seems mortified by the idea of play- one can do no more about them? For poem opens with intimations of some-
tive, Glück’s first volume of poems ing to the crowd. Not surprisingly, this starters, she wastes no breath. Winter thing familiar—day and night, boy and
since winning the Nobel Prize in Lit- apparent indifference to being liked Recipes from the Collective is a short girl, berries and birds—only to turn
erature in 2020, her own instincts for has been met with both admiration and book, fifteen poems on forty pages. briskly on its heels toward the offbeat,
erasure are in full swing. This is an disdain. Vendler has said that she “ex- Most of those poems have short lines— unsettling, or else weirdly mundane.
intensely technical book and a work erts a clear sovereignty that attracts our five words, ten, rarely more—and use The fourth section of the title poem
of extreme concision, in which compli- assent rather than inquiry”; even at her words of one or two syllables: “Halfway begins, “It was as dark as it would ever
cated feelings have been pared down most dejected she, like Shakespeare’s through the sentence/she fell asleep”; be,” a line of perfect iambic pentame-
to their minimum and a life’s worth of Cordelia, will never heave her heart all “Along the path, there were/things that ter that quickly goes to seed, the quin-
experience reduced to strange, some- the way into her mouth. By contrast, had died along the way—”; “How heavy tessential form of English verse falling
times tender and sometimes ominous critics without sympathy for this sort of my mind is,/filled with the past.” There away as the drama and romance of a
detail. What we have here are less the performance have accused Glück of a is a great deal of white space around the December morning vanish in the light
recipes of the title than a demonstra- standoffish self-obsession, a lack of in- poems and within them, as if to suggest of a kitchen where “sandwiches were
tion of Glück’s knife skills. These have terest in making the reader feel at home an absence of normal activity that is being wrapped for market.” “Night
been used to shave the poems tissue- in her private domain. both foreboding and a relief. Thoughts,” which borrows its name
thin and, behind each one, another, Glück is fond of describing herself It suggests, too, that aging bodies from Edward Young’s dense and loopy
more conventional poem is just barely as “private.” But if she is personally do not need aging forms, that conven- mid- eighteenth- century poem, kicks
visible. Familiar tropes are treated to shy (which is her own business) her tional means of poetic self- expression off in the romantic language of once
an experimental expunction, and in the poems make no such apologies for aren’t a match for the difficult con- upon a time—“Long ago I was born”—
process Glück finds a way to write and their tendency to retreat or withhold. dition of being close to death. We before segueing abruptly to a discus-
think that seems, or so she suggests, best Rather, they express their author’s non- get glimmers and glimpses of a lyric sion of colicky babies, finally rounding
suited to her subjects: old age, obsoles- negotiable desire to dictate the exact mode—emotionally intense, dreamy, a off as Glück describes her adult self as
cence, and how to live toward dying. terms on which she is seen, even when bit sentimental—as it fades out of view, “robust but sour, /like an alarm clock.”
Resistance to Glück is a real thing; she’s knee- deep in what she calls “our a souvenir of other days but no longer Old age, Glück suggests, goes hand in
her poems even seem to encourage it. important suffering.” The outrageous, of much use. In the first poem, impa- hand with the quotidian. It is plainspo-
They are frequently aloof and always unbearable indignities that follow from tiently called “Poem,” stock images ken and would even be dull, if it weren’t
unbiddable. As Helen Vendler puts it, living intimately with others, in small and graceful rhythms give way first to necessarily accompanied by the most
Glück likes to make “inflexible state- rooms and behind closed doors, are satire and then to a profound, restless extreme sorts of experience a person
ment[s]” in situations where other manageable to her just to the extent sadness: can have. Death is everywhere in this
poets would use the suppliant tones that they can be given a form that con- book but so is the threat of bodily and
of “protest, plea, confiding, interces- tains them. Writing seems to offer an Day and night come cognitive disintegration. Sometimes,
sion, and defense.” Her love poems are implicit redress to the wounds of first- hand in hand like a boy and a girl these inevitabilities are greeted with
brusque, her poems about children icy person life, sustained most grievously pausing only to eat wild berries waggish humor. This is especially true
and odd. Now, at nearly eighty years in childhood and then, later, in adult out of a dish when Glück summons a character re-
old, she is as indifferent to the demand relationships—marriage and infidel- painted with pictures of birds. ferred to only as “my sister,” who says
to make nice as she was in 1968, the ity are common themes in her poems. things like “Say goodbye to standing
year her first collection was published. “There is always something,” she ob- They climb the high ice- covered up” or, hilariously, that life
Adjectives typically assigned to serves in The House on Marshland mountain,
Glück’s work include terse, harsh, aus- (1975), “to be made of pain.” then they fly away. But you and I is like a torch passed now
tere, severe, unyielding, cold. They are don’t do such things— from the body to the mind.
sometimes appropriate and also hard Sadly . . . the mind is not
to separate from threadbare but none- So what happens when a poet of this We climb the same mountain; there to receive it.
theless durable ideas about how women sort arrives at an advanced age, when I say a prayer for the wind to lift
ought to write and how they ought to the domestic trials of growing up, fig- us Both Glück’s younger sister, Tereze,
be. If Glück is vulnerable, it’s not for uring out sex, raising children, and get- but it does no good; who died in 2018, and an elder sister,
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progress is made. But success is always There is one audacious approach,
qualified. Berwald puts the experience however, that may be able to make a
to good purpose, astutely weaving to- large-scale difference. After consider-
Have you read this gether the story about uncertainty that ing a number of approaches to protect-
NYRB Classics bestseller? surrounds both OCD and reef science, ing the Great Barrier Reef from heat,
as well as the slow and uncertain nature including pumping cool water from the
“Beneath its apparently affectless
of recovery. Other tangents are less deep ocean onto the reef and spreading
façade, All for Nothing seethes with
fruitful—for example, Berwald dis- a chalk film on the water’s surface to
human drama, contradiction and
cusses Black Lives Matter at length, on act as a sunshade, the Australian scien-
complexity. No one is blameless; no
one wholly unsympathetic. The result is
the basis that “the work of academics . . . tist Daniel Harrison decided that the
an astonishing literary achievement.” is steeped in and has a very old legacy only feasible method was to brighten
—Toby Lichtig, The Telegraph of racism” and because of the colonial the clouds that protect the reef from
histories of many countries where coral the sun. Bright clouds reflect more
reefs can be found. This is indisputably light, thus preventing light from being
true, but a book about everything risks transformed into heat at the Earth’s
being a book about nothing. surface. Cloud brightening, Harri-
Bleaching is not the only threat fac- son hypothesized, could be achieved
ing coral reefs. In Florida and the Ca- by spraying tiny droplets of seawater
ribbean, a disease known as stony coral into the air, provided they could drift
tissue loss is devastating reefs. It kills up until they reached the surface of
swiftly and progresses through a com- clouds.
munity in the same pattern, first killing To test the idea, the Australian fed-
the maze corals, then the elliptical and eral government funded the conversion
Pillar coral near Cayman Brac,
star corals, then the brain coral, leaving Cayman Islands, 2019
of an old ferry into a platform for spray-
behind a nightmare landscape. It was ing droplets of seawater, and by March
first seen near Miami, but at the time 2021 the experiment was underway.
of Berwald’s writing it had reached waters off Sulawesi, Indonesia, an ini- While the effort was too small to af-
beyond the Dominican Republic and tiative funded by Frank Mars (a board fect the brightness of any clouds, early
as far as St. Maarten, where it had member of Mars Inc.) is restoring coral results did demonstrate that droplets
killed 70 percent of corals near a ma- reefs that were devastated by blasting. formed at the sea surface can ascend
“I encountered one masterpiece this rine protected area. No cause has been The technique involves planting frag- to the cloud layer. Whether a greater
year—Walter Kempowski’s epic novel identified. ments of coral onto star-shaped struc- number of droplets would indeed
All for Nothing. . . . What’s remarkable Then there are poisons and bombs. tures made of rebar (steel reinforcing brighten clouds, and what effect that
is that Kempowski recounts this grave In the islands of the southwest Pacific, bars), then attaching them to what’s left would have on the Great Barrier Reef,
story almost in a spirit of lightness, fishermen craft homemade bombs from of the reef. Even after just two years, remains unknown. Ominously, how-
with a slightly ironic distance and a fertilizer and kerosene. By 2009, 70 the results are spectacular, the rebar ever, the reef is increasingly falling vic-
quiet, steady humor. . . the result is percent of fish being sold in Philippine being so overgrown with coral that it tim to marine heat waves tens of yards
a book at once searing and utterly fish markets bore the telltale scars of il- had disappeared from view. Berwald’s deep, which roll in from the Pacific
unsentimental, a historical epic that legal blast fishing. The practice is dan- reverie at the sight of one reviving reef Ocean and hover against the reef front.
doesn’t attempt to hide the fact that gerous to fishermen as well as to reefs, is, sadly, interrupted by an abrupt and No amount of local cloud-brightening
it is being written in the twenty-first but it continues because it is rewarding loud explosion. Somewhere within ear- effects is likely to prevent these heat
century, decades after the events.” in the short term—even when fines are shot of the restoration, another reef waves, which have their origins many
—James Wood, The New Yorker taken into account, a blast fisherman was being reduced to rubble. thousands of miles away.
“A crystalline translation by Anthea can earn ten to fifteen times as much One heartening initiative Berwald ex- Can coral reefs survive long enough
Bell. . . All for Nothing isn’t easily as someone using other methods. Yet plores is a debt-swap system pioneered for our children or grandchildren to
appropriated by any ideology. Kem- thirty years after the blast, an affected by the Nature Conservancy, a complex wonder at them? We began to take the
powski’s sympathy for the suffering reef remains rubble, since the loose financial arrangement whereby coun- threat to reefs seriously only in the very
of his characters and his acknowledg- rock created by the explosion prevents tries indebted to the US have some of late stages of their decline, and huge
ment of the attendant destruction of new coral from taking hold. their obligation discounted in exchange commitments are required to scale
their civilization are diffused by a fine- What the bombs spare often sops for allowing an environmental orga- up potential solutions. Berwald finds
grained ambivalence. . . As a literary up cyanide, which local fishers squirt nization to help manage the nation’s hope in two major philanthropies, the
response to a long-buried collective into the nooks and crannies of reefs biodiversity. The program has had a Paul G. Allen Family Foundation and
trauma, All for Nothing is well worth to stun small fish and sell them in the positive effect in the Seychelles, where the Prince Albert II of Monaco Foun-
reading.” —Corinna da Fonseca- aquarium trade. “In 2016,” Berwald enormous marine protected areas have dation,2 which together established the
Wollheim, The New York Times writes, “more than half the fish in been established, creating local em- Global Fund for Coral Reefs. In launch-
aquarium shops tested positive for cy- ployment through tourism and manage- ing the $500 million investment, Prince
ALL FOR NOTHING anide poisoning.” In light of this, you ment. But it’s not clear whether these Albert II said, “In order to have a
Walter Kempowski might expect her to be critical of aquar- protected areas can survive bleaching chance to save corals, we would need
Translated from the German by ists. But instead she finds a bright side in a world where temperatures have in- to take action within the next decade.”
Anthea Bell to their hobby, visiting a commercial creased by 1.5 degrees Celsius. And he was in no doubt about the kind
coral farm off Bali and meeting hobby- Line Bay, a geneticist working with of action required: “It is by reducing
Introduction by Jenny Erpenbeck
ists who breed corals; Berwald argues the Great Barrier Reef Marine Park the damage of a carbon economy that
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One threat to corals that has perhaps involves developing coral husbandry
been overhyped concerns the effect programs, testing the hybrid corals for
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The ball went off without a single drawback. The most fastidious
young men avowed they had been “well done;” the most critical
chaperones could detect no shortcomings in manners, partners, or
refreshments. People enjoyed themselves; there was no after-
supper exodus; the men and maidens found that they were not
bored, and changed their minds about “going on.”
Yes, distinguished guests remained unusually late. The supper,
floor, and arrangements were faultless; and Mr. West was informed
by one or two important folk “that such an entertainment reminded
them of the Arabian Nights for its magnificence. It was a ball of
balls.”
The little speculator was almost beside himself with pride and self-
satisfaction. Truly those many cheques that had to be drawn were
already redeemed. He must, of course, pay for his whistle; but it was
a pretty whistle, and worth its price.
He unfolded his feelings to his daughter as they stood alone in the
big ballroom, after the last guest had taken leave and the carriages
were rapidly rolling from the door. His sharp little eyes shone, his
mouth twitched, his hand actually shook, not with champagne, but
triumph.
“You did it splendidly, Maddie. If you were a duchess you could not
have hit it off better! I often wonder where you get your manners and
air and way of saying things. Your mother was something of the
same style, too. She had real blue blood in her veins; but she was
not so sparkling as you are, though very vivacious. I must say those
Miss Harpers did their duty by you. Well,” looking round, “it’s all over.
They are putting out the candles, and there’s broad daylight outside.
It’s been a success—a triumph! I wish some of my old chums had
seen it. Bless me, how they would stare! A trifle better than Colonial
dances. And wouldn’t they like to get hold of this in the Sydney
Bulletin. There’s a personal paper for you! I feel a bit giddy. I expect I
shall be knocked up to-morrow—I mean to-day. Don’t you rise before
dinner-time. There’s the sun streaming in. Get away to your bed!”
Madeline had listened to this pæan of triumphant complacency
without any re-remark, merely opening her mouth to yawn, and
yawn, and yawn. She was very tired; and now that the stir and whirl
and excitement was over, felt ready to collapse from sheer fatigue.
She, therefore, readily obeyed her parent’s behest, and, kissing him
on his wrinkled cheek, walked off to her own room.
Josephine, half asleep, was sitting up for her, the wax candles
were guttering in their sockets, the electric light was struggling at the
shutters with the sun.
“Oh, mademoiselle!” said the maid, rubbing her eyes, “I’ve been
asleep, I do believe. I’ve waited to unlace your dress, though you
said I need not; but I know you could never do it yourself,” beginning
her task at once, whilst her equally sleepy mistress stood before the
mirror and slowly removed her gloves, bangles, and diamonds, and
yawned at her own reflection.
“It was splendid, mademoiselle. Jamais—pas même à Paris—did I
see such a fête! I saw it well from a place behind the band. What
crowds, what toilettes! but mademoiselle was the most charmante of
all. Ah! there is nothing like a French dressmaker—and a good
figure, bien entendu. There were some costumes that were ravishing
in the ladies’ room. I helped. I saw them.”
“It went off well, I think, Josephine, and papa is pleased; but I am
glad that it is over,” said her mistress, wearily. “Mind you don’t let me
sleep later than twelve o’clock on any account.”
“Twelve o’clock! and it is now six!” cried Josephine in a tone of
horror. “Mademoiselle, you will be knocked up—you——”
“Oh! what is this?” interrupted her mistress in a strange voice,
snatching up a telegram that lay upon a table, its tan-coloured
envelope as yet intact, and which had hitherto been concealed by a
silver-backed hand-glass, as if it were of no importance.
“Oh, I forgot! I fell asleep, you see. It came for you at eleven
o’clock last night, just as the company were arriving, and I could not
disturb you. I hope it is of no consequence.”
But, evidently, it was of great consequence, for the young lady was
reading it with a drawn, ghastly countenance, and her hand holding
the message shook so much that the paper rattled as if in a breeze
of wind.
And this is what she was reading with strained eyes. “Mrs. Holt to
Miss West, 9.30.—Come immediately; there is a change.” And this
was sent eight hours ago.
“Josephine,” she said, with a look that appalled the little
Frenchwoman, “why did you not give me this? It is a matter of life
and death. If—if,” with a queer catch in her breath, “I am too late, I
shall never, never, never forgive you! Here”—with a gesture of
frenzy, tearing off her dress—“take away this rag and these hateful
things,” dragging the tiara out of her hair and flinging it passionately
on the floor, “for which I have sold myself. Get me a common gown,
woman. Quick, quick! and don’t stand looking like a fool!”
Josephine had indeed been looking on as if she was petrified, and
asking herself if her mistress had not suddenly gone stark-staring
mad? Mechanically she picked up the despised ball-dress and
brought out a morning cotton, which Madeline wrested from her
hands and flung over her head, saying—
“Send for a hansom—fly—fly!”
And thus exhorted and catching a spark of the other’s excitement,
she ran out of the room and hurriedly dispatched a heavy-eyed and
amazed footman for the cab, with many lively and impressive
gesticulations.
When she returned she found that Madeline had already fastened
her dress, flung on a cape and the first hat she could find, and, with
a purse in one hand and her gloves in another, was actually ready.
So was the hansom, for one had been found outside, still lingering
and hoping for a fare. Madeline did not delay a second. She ran
downstairs between the fading lights, the tropical palms, the
withering flowers, which had had their one little day, and it was over.
Down she fled along the red-cloth carpetings, under the gay
awnings, and sprang into the vehicle.
Josephine, who hurried after her, was just in time to see her dash
from the door.
“Grand ciel!” she ejaculated to two amazed men-servants, who
now stood beside her, looking very limp in the bright summer
morning. “Did any one ever see the like of that? She has gone away
in her white satin ball-slippers.”
“What’s up? What’s the matter?” demanded one of her
companions authoritatively. “What’s the meaning of Miss West
running out of the house as if she was going for a fire-engine or the
police? Is she mad?”
“I can’t tell you. It was something that she heard by telegram.
Some one is ill. She talked of life or death; she is mad with fear of
something. Oh, you should have seen her eyes! She looked, when
she opened the paper, awful! I thought she would have struck me
because I kept it back.”
“Anyhow, whatever it is, she could not have gone before,” said the
first footman, with solemn importance. “But what the devil can it be?”
he added, as he stroked his chin reflectively.
This was precisely the question upon which no one could throw
the least glimmer of light; and, leaving the three servants to their
speculations, we follow Madeline down to the Holt. She caught an
early train. She was equally lucky in getting a fly at the station (by
bribing heavily) and implored the driver to gallop the whole way. She
arrived at the farm at eight o’clock, and rushed up the garden and
burst into the kitchen white and breathless. But she was too late. The
truth came home to her with an agonizing pang. She felt as if a
dagger had been thrust into her heart, for there at the table sat Mrs.
Holt, her elbows resting on it, her apron thrown over her head. She
was sobbing long, long gasping sobs, and looked the picture of grief.
Madeline shook as if seized with a sudden palsy as she stood in
the doorway. Her lips refused to move or form a sound; her heart
was beating in her very throat, and would assuredly choke her. She
could not have asked a question if her life depended on it.
Mrs. Holt, hearing steps, threw down her apron and confronted
her.
“Ay, I thought it might be you!” she ejaculated in a husky voice.
“Well, it’s all over!... He died, poor darling, at daybreak, in these
arms!” holding out those two hard-working extremities to their fullest
extent, with a gesture that spoke volumes.
“I will not believe it; it is not true; it—it is impossible!” broke in the
wretched girl. “The doctor said that there was no danger. Oh, Mrs.
Holt, for God’s sake, I implore you to tell me that you are only
frightening me! You think I have not been a good mother, that I want
a lesson, that—that—I will see for myself,” hurrying across the
kitchen and opening a well-known door.
CHAPTER XXXVIII.
DEATH AND SICKNESS.
Alas! what was this that she beheld, and that turned every vein in
her body to ice? It was death for the first time. There before her, in
the small cot, lay a little still figure, with closed eyes and folded
hands, a lily between them; the bed around it—yes, it was now it—
already strewn with white flowers, on which the morning dew still
lingered. Who strews white flowers on the living? Yes, Harry was
dead! There was no look of suffering now on the little brow; he
seemed as if he was sleeping; his soft fair curls fell naturally over his
forehead; his long dark lashes swept his cheek. He might be asleep!
But why was he so still? No breath, no gentle rising and falling
disturb his tiny crossed hands, so lately full of life and mischief—and
now!
With a low cry Madeline fell upon her knees beside the child, and
laid her lips on his. How cold they were! But, no he could not be
dead! “Harry, Harry,” she whispered. “Harry, I have come. Open your
eyes, darling, for me, only one moment, and look at me, or I shall go
mad!”
“So you have come,” said a voice close to her, and starting round
she saw Laurence, pale and haggard from a long vigil, and stern as
an avenging angel. “It was hardly worthwhile now; there is nothing to
need your care any longer. Poor little child! he is gone. He wanted
you; he called as long as he could articulate for his ‘mummy’—his
‘pretty, pretty mummy.’” Here his faltering voice broke, and he
paused for a second, then continued in a sudden burst of
indignation. “And whilst he was dying, his mother was dancing!”
glancing as he spoke at her visible, and incriminating white satin
shoes.
“I only got the telegram this morning at six o’clock,” returned
Madeline with awful calmness. The full reality had not come home to
her yet.
“You were summoned when the child was first taken ill. Yes, I
know you had a great social part to play—that you dared not be
absent, that you dared not tell your father that another, the holiest,
nearest, dearest of claims, appealed to you,” pointing to the child.
“You have sacrificed us, you have sacrificed all, to your Moloch—
money. But it is not fitting that I should reproach you here; your
conscience—and surely you are not totally hardened—will tell you
far sadder, sterner truths than any human lips.” She stood gazing at
him vacantly, holding the brass bar at the head of the bed in both
hands. “It may be some poor consolation to you to know that,
although your presence would have been a comfort, nothing could
have saved him. From the time the change set in last evening, the
doctor pronounced the case hopeless.”
Madeline still stood and looked at the speaker as if she were in a
trance, and he, although he spoke with a certain sort of deliberation,
and as if he was addressing one whose mind found it difficult to
grasp a subject, surveyed her with a pale set face, and his eyes
shone like a flame.
“There is no occasion for you to remain; I will make all
arrangements. The tie between us is severed: you and I are as dead
to one another as the child is to us both. We have nothing now in
common but a grave.” His grief and indignation left no room for pity.
Incidents which take some time to describe, are occasionally
almost instantaneous in action. It was barely five minutes since
Madeline had entered the farmhouse, and become aware of her
loss, and now she was looking with stony eyes upon the destruction
of everything that in her inmost soul she valued. Her child had
wound himself into her heart. He was dead; he had died in a
stranger’s arms, neglected by his own mother. Laurence was also
lost to her for ever!
“Have you nothing to say?” he asked at last, as she still remained
silent and immovable.
She clutched the brass rail fiercely in her grasp; there was a
desperate expression in her face. She looked like some guilty,
undefended prisoner, standing at the bar of judgment.
“Have you no feeling, no words—nothing?”
Still she stared at him wildly—speechless. He scrutinized her
sharply. Her lips were parched and open. There was acute suffering
in her pallid face, and dazed, dilated eyes. And, before he had time
to realize what was about to happen, she had fallen in a dead faint.
Mrs. Holt was hastily summoned, and she was laid upon Mrs.
Holt’s spare bed, whilst burnt feathers were applied to her nostrils;
her hands were violently rubbed, and every old-fashioned remedy
was exhausted. The farmer’s wife could scarcely contain her
resentment against this young woman, who had not deserved to be
the mother of her dead darling, especially as she took notice of the
diamonds still glittering in her ears, and of her white silk stockings
and satin shoes. These latter items outraged her sense of propriety
even more than Madeline’s absence the previous night. She lifted up
one of these dainty slippers from where it had fallen on the floor, as
its owner was being carried to bed, and surveyed it indignantly.
“It’s danced a good lot, this ’ere shoe! Look at the sole. Look at the
satin, there; it’s frayed, and it was new last night, I’ll be bound! It’s a
pretty little foot, though; but you need not fear for her, Mr. Wynne. It’s
not grief as ails her as much as you think. She never was one as had
much feeling—it’s just dancing! She’s been on the floor the whole
night, and she is just about done.” And, tossing the miserable tell-tale
shoe indignantly to one side, she added, “It’s dancing—not grief!”
When Madeline recovered consciousness, she could not at first
remember where she was, but gradually the dreadful truth dawned
upon her mind; yet, strange to say, she never shed one single tear.
“No; not one tear, as I live by bread,” Mrs. Holt reported truthfully.
“Her face was as dry as a flint. Did ever any one know the like?” The
worthy woman, who had wept copiously herself, and whose eyes
and nose testified to the fact for days, did not know, had never yet
seen “the grief too deep for tears.”
Madeline went—her husband having returned to town—and
locked herself into the room, and sat alone with the little corpse. Her
sorrow was stony-eyed and hard; her grief the worst of grief—the
loss of a child. And it was edged with what gave it a searching and
agonizing point—remorse. Oh, that she might have him back—half
her life for half a day—to look in his eyes, to whisper in his ears! But
those pretty brown eyes were closed for ever; that little waxen ear
would never more listen to a human voice. Surely she was the most
unhappy woman who ever walked the earth, for to her was denied
the comfort of atonement! She had been weak, wicked, unnatural;
she had been a neglectful mother to her poor little son. And now, that
she was yearning to be all that a mother should, now that she would
verily give her life for his, it was too late!
So long did she remain still and silent, so long was there no
sound, not even of sobs, in that darkened room, that Mrs. Holt
became alarmed; and towards sundown came authoritatively to the
door with loud knocks and a cup of tea.
“A fly had arrived to take her back to the station. Mr. Wynne had
ordered it, and she must come out and have a cup of tea and go.
She would do no good to any one by making herself ill.”
And, by reason of her importunities, Mrs. Holt prevailed. The door
was thrown back, and Mrs. Wynne came out with a face that—the
farmer’s wife subsequently described—fairly frightened her. She had
to stand over her and make her drink the tea, and had all the work in
the world to prevail on her and coax her to go back to town. No, she
would remain; she was determined to remain.
However, Mrs. Holt had a still more robust will, and gradually
coaxed her guest into returning home for just that one night. Anyway,
she must go and fetch her clothes. She would be coming for the
funeral. Mr. Wynne had said something about Friday. She could
return. Best go now.
“Yes,” answered Madeline, leaning against the doorway from pure
physical weakness, and speaking in a curious, husky voice. “I am
going to tell my father all, and I shall return to-morrow.”
And then she went reluctantly down the walk, looking back over
and over again at a certain window with a drawn blind, still wearing
her white shoes—Mrs. Holt’s were three sizes too large for her—
and, still without one single tear, she got into the fly and was driven
away.
When she returned to Belgrave Square—haggard, distraught, and
ghastly in colour—she found that Mr. West had kept his room the
whole day; that the house had returned to its normal condition, the
palms and awnings were gone, and “dinner was laid in the library.”
Thus she was blandly informed by the butler as she passed upstairs,
the butler being far too gentlemanly a person to even hint his
amazement at her appearance by look or tone.
But Miss West did not dine in the library. She went to bed, which
she never left for six long weeks. Diphtheria developed itself. The
drains of 365, Belgrave Square, were unjustly blamed. Miss West
had got a chill the night of the dance, and it was known in society
that for many, many days the charming hostess lay between life and
death.
Josephine, a romantic and imaginative Gaul, had long believed
that her mistress had a secret love affair. She drew her own
inferences; she sympathized, and she commanded the household to
keep silence respecting Miss West’s mysterious errand. The morning
after the ball, when diphtheria developed, the house was rapidly
emptied. Even Josephine fled, and left her lady in the hands of
trained nurses. Mr. West and a few domestics stuck to their posts,
the infected quarter being rigorously isolated by means of sheets
dipped in disinfectant fluid.
Few of the gay guests ventured to leave cards at the house.
Diphtheria is an awful scourge, and this is the age of microbes. In old
times ignorance was bliss.
Many kind inquiries and anxious messages came by letter, and not
a few men questioned Mr. West at his club. His daughter was such a
lovely creature, so full of vitality, she enjoyed every moment of her
life. Oh, it would be a thousand pities if she were to die!
Strange as it seemed, there was no more regular inquirer than Mr.
Wynne. On the day when Madeline was at her worst, when three
grave doctors consulted together in her boudoir, Mr. Wynne actually
came to the house; and later he appeared to be continually in the
club—which was more or less empty. The season was past. People
were on the wing for the seaside or the moors; but Mr. Wynne still
lingered on in town. Mr. West was constantly knocking up against
him in the club hall or reading-room, and the more he saw of him the
better he liked him. He was always so sympathetic somehow about
Madeline, although he had scarcely known her, and took a sincere
interest in hearing what the doctors said, and how they could not
understand how or where she had caught the infection. There was
not a single case of diphtheria in their neighbourhood.
And his daughter’s dangerous illness was not the little man’s only
anxiety. Part of his great fortune was also in a very dangerous
condition. The panic in Australia was spreading, and though he bore
a stout heart and refused to sell—indeed, it was impossible to
dispose of much of his stock—yet he never knew the hour or day
when he might not find himself a comparatively poor man. As soon
as Madeline was better and fit to move he would go to Sydney, and
look after his own affairs. Meanwhile he began to retrench; he
withdrew his commission for the lease of a moor, for a diamond and
emerald parure; he put down all his horses but two; and he placed
the Belgrave mansion on the market. The house was too large to be
comfortable, and the sanitary arrangements were apparently unsafe.
As soon as the invalid was pronounced fit to move she was taken
to Brighton, where, there being no risk of infection, Mr. and Miss
West and suite were comfortably established in one of the best
hotels, and at first the invalid made tolerable progress towards
recovery. By the 1st of September she was permitted to go out in a
bath-chair, or even to take a short drive daily. All who saw her
agreed that her illness had told upon her most terribly. Her colour
had departed, her eyes and cheeks were hollow; her beauty was
indeed a faded flower—a thing of the past!
CHAPTER XXXIX.
WHITE FLOWERS.