{"id":5102,"date":"2017-10-27T14:13:49","date_gmt":"2017-10-27T14:13:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/2017\/10\/27\/reading-now-malcolm-lowry-under-the-volcano\/"},"modified":"2017-10-27T14:13:49","modified_gmt":"2017-10-27T14:13:49","slug":"reading-now-malcolm-lowry-under-the-volcano","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/2017\/10\/27\/reading-now-malcolm-lowry-under-the-volcano\/","title":{"rendered":"Reading Now: Malcolm Lowry, <i>Under the Volcano<\/i>"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><a class=\"asset-img-link\" href=\"http:\/\/maverickphilosopher.typepad.com\/.a\/6a010535ce1cf6970c01bb09d16d32970d-pi\" style=\"float: left;\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"Lowry  Malcolm\" class=\"asset  asset-image at-xid-6a010535ce1cf6970c01bb09d16d32970d img-responsive\" src=\"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.typepad.com\/.a\/6a010535ce1cf6970c01bb09d16d32970d-320wi\" style=\"margin: 0px 5px 5px 0px;\" title=\"Lowry  Malcolm\" \/><\/a><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: 11pt;\">Undoubtedly the most Joycean of the booze novels. This is not what one could call a &#39;page turner.&#39; Not suitable for beach or bed reading. But it looks to be a deep work that will repay the close attention it demands. <em>Under the Volcano<\/em> was originally published in 1947. Two other booze novels from the &#39;40s are rather more suited for entertainment: Charles Jackson&#39;s <a href=\"https:\/\/www.vanityfair.com\/culture\/2013\/03\/charles-jackson-lost-weekend-billy-wilder\"><em>The Lost Weekend<\/em><\/a>, 1944, and Patrick Hamilton&#39;s <a href=\"https:\/\/www.theguardian.com\/books\/2016\/aug\/06\/patrick-hamilton-hangover-square-world-slide-abyss-rereading\"><em>Hangover Square<\/em><\/a>, 1941.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: 11pt;\">And then there is the grandpappy of them all, Jack London&#39;s <em>John Barleycorn<\/em>. My analysis: <a href=\"http:\/\/maverickphilosopher.typepad.com\/maverick_philosopher\/2014\/06\/jack-london-john-barleycorn-and-the-noseless-one.html\">Jack London, John Barleycorn, and the Noseless One<\/a>. (Perhaps an astute literary type will point me to a booze novel in English temporally antecedent to London&#39;s.)<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: 11pt;\">It is interesting to note in these waning days of dear October, Kerouac month, that <a href=\"https:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/magazine\/2007\/12\/17\/day-of-the-dead\">Lowry<\/a> and Jack both died of drink and at the same age: 47. The difference seems to have have been that Lowry was deliberately out to off himself on the day of his death, his last binge fueled as it was with barbiturates, while Kerouac had not fixed upon 21 October 1969 as <em>Todestag<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: 11pt;\">The mystery of self-destruction! Is there a natural explanation? Or is the booze monkey a real demon?<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: 11pt;\">There follows an example of of a Lowry sentence that will slow down the serious reader, indeed bring him to a dead stop, as he tries to untangle the syntax. Lowry being a Cambridge man, we assume he knows how to write English. But then we come across this:<\/span><\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: 11pt;\">His love had brought a peace, for all too short a while, that was strangely like the enchantment, the spell, of Chartres itself, long ago, whose every sidestreet he had come to love and&#0160;caf\u00e9 where he could gaze at the Cathedral eternally sailing against the clouds, the spell not even the fact he was scandalously in debt there could break. (13)<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: 11pt;\">&#0160;As I said, this novel is not a &#39;page turner.&#39;&#0160;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: 11pt;\"><strong>Addendum<\/strong> (10\/28)<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: 11pt;\">London Ed writes,<\/span><\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p class=\"aolmail_MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: 11pt;\">If you mean a novel that is almost entirely&#0160;<em>about<\/em>&#0160;drunkenness, i.e. whose subject is just drunkenness, such as Lowry, then you won\u2019t find much in 19<sup>th<\/sup>century literature. I recommend Lamb\u2019s&#0160;<a href=\"https:\/\/ebooks.adelaide.edu.au\/l\/lamb\/charles\/confessions-of-a-drunkard\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" target=\"_blank\">Confessions of a Drunkard<\/a>, if you haven\u2019t come across it already, but that is an essay, not a novel. (It has been questioned whether Lamb actually was a drunkard, but the evidence suggests he was).<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"aolmail_MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: 11pt;\">In&#0160;<em>A Tale of Two Cities<\/em>&#0160;\u2013&#0160; as you surely know \u2013 a drunkard is the central character, and drunkenness is one of the themes, but the central theme is an unusual kind of redemption, not drink itself.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"aolmail_MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: 11pt;\">See also&#0160;<a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/The_Tenant_of_Wildfell_Hall\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" target=\"_blank\">The Tenant of Wildfell Hall<\/a>, where again drunkenness is a theme, but not central. Bronte may have modelled the drunken character on her alcoholic brother Bramwell, although she may have been influenced by&#0160;<a href=\"https:\/\/books.google.co.uk\/books?id=ec5RBwSU5-EC\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" target=\"_blank\">The Anatomy of Drinking<\/a>&#0160;(Robert Macnish, 1835), which is worth a visit (\u2018Men of genius are often unfortunately addicted to drinking\u2019).<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"aolmail_MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: 11pt;\">For an interesting conspectus of modern \u2018feminist\u2019 writers who were no enemies to the bottle, see&#0160;<a href=\"https:\/\/www.theguardian.com\/books\/2014\/jun\/13\/alcoholic-female-women-writers-marguerite-duras-jean-rhys\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" target=\"_blank\">this Guardian article<\/a>. \u2018Not many writers manage to get sober and&#0160;<em>those who do often suffer a decline in output<\/em>\u2019. Is there a relation between the bottle and the writing? Macnish argues that genius is accompanied by \u2018melancholy\u2019, i.e. depression. \u2018High talent has ever been distinguished for sadness and gloom\u2019. So they drink to relieve the gloom. So the bottle, on his account, is more a property in the Aristotelian sense: it accompanies the phenomenon of genius, but is not essential to it. Or by contrast is it essential? It is hard to imagine Burroughs without junk. (Or Kerouac without the drink?).<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"aolmail_MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: 11pt;\">&#0160;Enjoy the volcano book. I have it in the attic somewhere, but didn\u2019t get beyond the first chapter or two.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p class=\"aolmail_MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: 11pt;\">And let&#39;s not forget the role that benzedrine played in the composition of <em>On the Road<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"aolmail_MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: 11pt;\"><strong>Addendum 2<\/strong> (10\/28, 5:08 AM MST)<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"aolmail_MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: 11pt;\">Ed adds,<\/span><\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p class=\"aolmail_MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: 11pt;\">Sorry, some more.&#0160;Macnish rightly says the the most \u2018delightful\u2019 state is when sobriety and inebriation briefly become neighbours. That\u2019s right. There is a short episode, usually after the first glass, when the gods come down to the planet, and the world is blessed. Unfortunately the blessedness is so good you want to continue it, and have another, but this never works. For this reason, wise men (and women) never go beyond the third glass. Another alcoholic writer, (Chandler) cleverly said&#0160;\u201cAlcohol is like love. The first kiss is magic, the second is intimate, the third is routine. After that you take the girl&#39;s clothes off.\u201d Perhaps you meant the same when you spoke (somewhere) about having a couple of Buds but being none the&#0160;<em>weiser<\/em>).<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p class=\"aolmail_MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: 11pt;\">I agree entirely. The wise man stops at the third when returns diminish bigly.&#0160; But you and I are not alkies.&#0160; They achieve some crazy bliss from continuing.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"aolmail_MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: 11pt;\">Raymond Chandler?&#0160; Funny you should mention him. In the midst of his high-falutin&#39; Joycean prose, Lowry uncorked a Chandleresque line: &quot;Darkness had fallen like the House of Usher.&quot; (22-23) Here is my attempt at Chandler-style prose:<\/span><\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p class=\"aolmail_MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: 11pt;\">The stranger sat down and played his King&#39;s pawn to e4. I countered with the French Defense and in a few moves he was all over me like a cheap suit.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p class=\"aolmail_MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: 11pt;\">I wasn&#39;t thinking&#0160; about taking any girl&#39;s clothes off when I repeated the old redneck line, in a blog post circa 2004, &quot;Ah had me a coupla Buds, but I got none the wiser.&quot;&#0160; &#39;Wiser&#39; pronounced something like <em>waah-zr<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"aolmail_MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: 11pt;\"><strong>Addendum 3<\/strong> (10\/28, 11:04)<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"aolmail_MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: 11pt;\">Ed continues,<\/span><\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p class=\"aolmail_MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: 11pt;\">\u201cDarkness had fallen like the House of Usher.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"aolmail_MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: 11pt;\">\u201cin a few moves he was all over me like a cheap suit.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"aolmail_MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: 11pt;\">Love them both. I think the second is more Chandleresque. Hard to say why. The first contains a literary illusion. The second is just cheap suits. You have to remember that Chandler was brought up in London, quite near where I live, and he went to an English public school (Dulwich). So he carried an English snobbery with him to the US. When he says \u2018Los Angeles has the personality of a paper cup\u2019 you can hear that public school sneer under his voice. His work is almost entirely about the vulgar, but that is the point of it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"aolmail_MsoNormal\" style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: 11pt;\">I mentioned the London thing to a hard core <em>noir<\/em> fan, who was astonished. He thought, not without reason, that Chandler was a quintessentially American writer. 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This is not what one could call a &#39;page turner.&#39; Not suitable for beach or bed reading. But it looks to be a deep work that will repay the close attention it demands. Under the Volcano was originally published in 1947. 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