Last week when our little book club finished Henry
James's next to-next to last novel (and the one he thought his best) we all
pretty much asked ourselves, "Why?"
Why did he think so? Why did at
least some of (but not all) the literary critics think so? Why does James rank so high in most literary
circles? "The Ambassadors" is
not, in my opinion, worth all the fuss.
In fact, none of the last three of his novels are even accessible to the
general reading public. One has to work
too hard to hack through his jungle of words and freakish syntax (a subject is
hardly ever in sight of a predicate in a typically obtuse and lengthy James
sentence) to make any sense at all of what he is saying, and even when one
does, it rarely seems worth the trouble.
So then why am I bothering to write this review? Because I think James is well worth reading,
but not the later James.
First, a few words about the author himself. A fussy, privileged New Englander, he spent
most of his life abroad in Europe, especially France and England, where he
eventually acquired a country home in Rye, Sussex, and entertained many men and
women of letters. He wrote and published
a great many novels, short stories and wrote hundreds of letters, but his
forays into the theatre were not successful, and no wonder--he had little or no
ear for the dramatic or theatrical, and action, or plot, the fundamental
element of a successful turn-of-the-20th century play, was of little or no
interest to him. What did absorb him was
the more subtle play of personality against personality, hardly ever in any
open conflict, but quietly sparring with each other beneath the surface of
events--hence his reputation for being one of the first "psychological"
novelists of the 20th century. What he
says is rarely as provocative as what he means, and what he means is often
uncertain and ambiguous.
The short story "The Turn of the Screw" is
probably his best short work, and certainly a good example of the ghost story
genre. Reading James's short stories has
merit in itself because it is the best way to escape his long windedness. Yet one of his finest works is a novel, "Portrait
of a Lady," which revolves around his favorite theme: the American
abroad. Of course the American in this
case is a privileged young lady, Isabel Archer, who becomes hopeless entangled
in a European social milieu. Another
Jamesian limitation here: like most good writers, he wrote about what he knew,
but what he knew was pretty much limited to the upper stratum of high,
cultivated society, especially in Europe.
Edith Wharton, his latter-day friend and American author/compatriot,
wrote more about the same world in America, and to my mind her work comes off
better, because it is more incisively critical of that society.
Should I say read old Henry at your own risk? That depends on who you are and what you want
in a good book! Mercifully, we are all
different, so James will continue to be read and taught, but in my estimation
not widely appreciated.