Canonization also has the unfortunate tendency to narrow focus on an author's works to a scant handful of their creative expressions; we know that Melville is the Moby-Dick guy and that Mary Shelley wrote Frankenstein, even if we haven't read either--and the average reader will never even think of straying beyond those well-worn paths.
In this post I am going to draw your attention to some fantastic "lesser lights"--the novels, plays, and short fiction that have been overshadowed by their more famous counterparts and deserve a wider audience.

Faulkner's reputation largely rests on his novel The Sound and the Fury and the oft-anthologized short stories "Barn Burning" and "A Rose for Emily." (Oddly, Oprah helped boost his modern profile with her book club, so some of his other novels have maintained some rediscovered prominence.) The Sound and the Fury has always struck me as a bit of a dodge; it sometimes gets away with really obvious symbolism by cloaking it in a stream of consciousness form that bowls over educated rubes. In contrast, The Unvanquished, though little-read, is a profoundly powerful novel-in-short-stories that addresses the Southern family, the nature of vengeance, and the violence inexorably tied to American history. It's also beautifully written. Consider this prose from a scene in which a young man of the modern world is offered deadly tools of honor and revenge--and is expected to use them as his forefathers would:
I could see that too, who had had no presentiment; I could see her, in the formal brilliant room arranged formally for obsequy, not tall, nor slender as a woman is but as a youth, a boy, is, motionless, in yellow, the face calm, almost bemused, the head simple and severe, the balancing sprig of verbena above each ear, the two arms bent at the elbows, the two hands shoulder high, the two identical dueling pistols lying upon, not clutched in, one to each: the Greek amphora priestess of a succinct and formal violence.
I give them to you. Oh you will thank me, you will remember me who put into your hands what they say is an attribute only of God’s, who took what belongs to heaven and gave it to you. Do you feel them? the long true barrels true as justice, the triggers (you have fired them) quick as retribution, the two of them slender and invincible and fatal as the physical shape of love?
Oscar Wilde, Vera; or, The Nihilists
Wilde was a celebrated playwright in his own lifetime, but that miraculous career writing for the stage got off to a rocky start. Before he hit on the winning formula behind successful dramas such as Lady Windermere's Fan and The Importance of Being Earnest--critique of British society adorned with witticisms and bon mots--Wilde tried his hand at political theater...and failed spectacularly. Vera; or The Nihilists was withdrawn from the theater within a week of its debut, and has rarely been revived since. And yet, although it isn't the kind of play that Wilde became known for, Vera is a moving and insightful look at political and social extremism that is perhaps more relevant today than it was when Wilde wrote it; neither the extremism that defends the status quo nor the extremism of revolutionaries willing to sacrifice their humanity for retaliation are allowed moral ground. For example, look at the internal struggle that results from the "Nihilist's oath," a catechism meant to harden the heart against the very feelings that make human life worthwhile:
Ay, red with the blood of that false heart. I shall not forget it. To strangle whatever nature is in me, neither to love nor to be loved, neither to pity nor to be pitied. Ay! it is an oath, an oath. Methinks the spirit of Charlotte Corday has entered my soul now. I shall carve my name on the world, and be ranked among the great heroines. Ay! the spirit of Charlotte Corday beats in each petty vein, and nerves my woman's hand to strike, as I have nerved my woman's heart to hate. Though he laughs in his dreams, I shall not falter.
Isak Dinesen's "The Monkey"
Isak Dinesen, real name Karen Blixen, is most famous for her dream-like memoir Out of Africa and the story "Babette's Feast," but it is a shame that so many people miss out on her weirder and darker short fiction, which is a particularly strong vein of oddity. One of my favorites in her bibliography is "The Monkey," part of her collection Seven Gothic Tales. "The Monkey" ushers us in a strange world: we have a soldier wishing to marry to avoid censure for "inappropriate" sexual dalliances, his prioress aunt who is more than willing to engage in secular manipulation, a woman marked out as a potential love-match who towers over her intended with a Valkyrie-like form, uncanny transformations, and a crossing of the boundaries between rational man and irrational beast. Ultimately, we're adrift in a world to which we are poorly suited because we crave stability even amid the maelstrom:
The real difference between God and human beings, he thought, was that God cannot stand continuance. No sooner has he created a season of a year, or a time of the day, than he wishes for something quite different, and sweeps it all away. No sooner was one a young man, and happy at that, than the nature of things would rush one into marriage, martyrdom, or old age. And human beings cleave to the existing state of things. All their lives they are striving to hold the moment fast, and are up against a force majeure. Their art itself is nothing but the attempt to catch by all means the one particular moment, one mood, one light, the momentary beauty of one woman or one flower, and make it everlasting. It is all wrong, he thought, to imagine paradise as a never-changing state of bliss. It will probably, on the contrary, turn out to be, in the true spirit of God, an incessant up and down, a whirlpool of change.
Relevant to "Vera" perhaps, is the idea in "The Gone Away World" by Nick Harkaway that (a) people are constantly giving up bits of their humanity in order to act as agents for inhuman systems (adopting what Stanley Milgram, in one of his own "lesser light" works called "the agentic self") and that (b) it is possible to give up so much of one's humanity, especially in fashioning oneself into a weapon, that it becomes impossible to go back, and that this is a fate to be avoided, even in service of the noblest cause.
ReplyDeleteThe show "Person of Interest" also talked about the idea that one of its main characters had gone to far to make himself a soldier and a weapon and regretted that he would never be able to go back and have a "normal" life.
I like to imagine that "The Gone Away World" is a prequel to "The Half-Made World". It kind of works, actually.
I haven't read that, but it sounds like it's working on the same theme. It's interesting to compare older literature about revenge to more modern forms in this context. Most older revenge tales are cautionary tales at heart. Revenge is appealing, but ultimately dehumanizing.
DeleteIn many texts it's transgressive--"vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord" means that mere human agents aren't meant to pursue it. In the Age of Enlightenment it becomes an abdication of reason and order.
But in the modern day...it seems like it's most often played for catharsis. I wonder if we're now too comfortable with the idea of losing our humanity--or maybe have lost faith in a stable definition of what it means to be human.
Part of the reason I think cathartic-revenge is such a common modern theme is that we of the modern day are caught within all manner of exploitative systems that we can't really touch on our own. You can't go and hash out your feelings with the CEO of Google face-to-face. The revenge fantasy becomes the emotional release valve.
DeleteThe big danger is if you stop at step one without self-reflection (and most of these revenge fantasies do) the catharsis just festers and gets really nasty, really quick.
Dan,I think you're on to something heavy there. I wonder if revenge fantasies spike in times where the general sentiment is that that law, order, and authority don't function they way they should.
DeleteI'm now thinking about all those 70s flicks where the lone vengeance-seeking individual has no viable options to redress wrongs in the decaying urban center except through violence.
For a long while recently, zombies held the zeitgeist. It seems to have faded a little.
DeleteAgain in "Person of Interest", there are several points where one character or another points out the all-consuming and never-ending nature of revenge, and they advise just moving on with your life instead. (Not because the other person deserves forgiveness, but because YOU deserve to live, rather than giving up your life to seek vengeance.)
DeleteDan, Jack, I think you're both probably right. It's supremely frustrating to live in a world where every person you're actually able to talk to or interact with ISN'T responsible and DOESN'T deserve you yelling at them, because the person who IS responsible, the person who DOES deserve to face consequences, is entirely insulated from public contact. It makes something like "Kill Bill" or "Django" feel like a reasonable and desirable course of action.
Heinrich von Kleist's short story "Michael Kohlhaas" is a pretty good revenge story that grapples with the consequences of seeking revenge. For one thing, you're certain to inflict collateral damage on nearby innocents who will, in turn, deserve the opportunity to get revenge against you. The basic storyline, and even some of the names, got woven into the novel-turned-musical "Ragtime," and both the time it was written and the time its about certainly ARE times when Black Americans justly felt that the US government wasn't really serving them.
Anne,
DeleteFunny, Tarantino is my go-to example of the modern revenge tale when I'm talking about it in class.
I also think about Dorian Gray a lot in this context. It's easy, as a reader, to root for James Vayne's revenge against Dorian--but Wilde doesn't let us have that catharsis by showing that his desire for revenge is ultimately self-destructive. I am sure that was entirely intentional.