Henry James, OM, son of theologian Henry James Sr., brother of the philosopher and psychologist William James and diarist Alice James, was an American-born author, one of the founders and leaders of a school of realism in fiction. He spent much of his life in England and became a British subject shortly before his death. And so I remember we sat a while and looked at each other, with the final effect of my finding that I absolutely believed him. "Had you any idea yourself?" It was strange, he at last mused, but the young man was still there. 4 0 obj<>endobj He (255) could put his other hand on it, he could unhook it, he was once more in possession. James is a publisher at Constable & Robinson, R.D. They saw the increasing rage of life and the recurrent need, and they wondered proportionately whether to return to the front when their hour should sharply strike would be the end of the dream. The real exquisite was to be without the complication of an identity, and the greatest boon of all, doubtless, the solid security, the clear confidence one could feel (251) in the keeping of the contract. ", "Well," said George Dane, "it was a young man I had never seen--a man at any rate much younger than myself--who had written to me and sent me some article, some book. Yet the feeling of dread is undeniable. His great themes were the relationship between innocence and experience and the attainment of self-knowledge. All it so securely did have overwhelmed him again, and he couldn't help breaking out: "WHAT is it? Dane sat down to his table and stared at his ragged phrase. " "Yet should you call it particularly dear?" Dane had lived into it, but he was still immensely aware. Other journals, other periodicals of every sort, folded and in wrappers, made a huddled mound that had been growing for several days and of which he had been wearily, helplessly aware. I read the stuff, was much struck with it, told him so and thanked him--on which of course I heard from him again. But the only flashes now were the good man's own. "I can't say. Henry James, renowned as one of the world’s great novelists, was also one of the most illuminating, audacious, and masterly critics of modern times. ", "There it is. Such memories worked in now--all familiar reference, all easy play of mind; and among them our friends, round and round, fraternised ever so softly till, suddenly stopping short, Dane, with a hand on his companion's arm, broke into the happiest laugh he had yet sounded. 24 0 obj<>endobj He should never forget, he knew, the throb of immediate (253) perception with which he first stood there, a single glance round sufficing so to show him that it would give him what for years he had desired. She had soothed him rather, the night before, in the small hours by the lamp. James wrote a series of novels about Americans encountering Europeans and their experiences in Europe. ", The good Brother took this gently up. ". Oh I'm not going to HER! What could a man want more?". ", "What he had yearned for was to BE you," said the (245) Brother. His fundamental theme was the innocence and exuberance of the New World in clash with the corruption and wisdom of the … MY dim blind was the first raised to him an inch; my reading of his book, my impression of it, my note and my invitation, formed literally the only response ever dropped into his dark alley. He came to my help again," Dane pursued, "when he saw I couldn't quite meet that, could at least only say that I wanted to think, wanted to cease, wanted to do the thing itself--the thing that mattered and that I was trying for, miserable me, and that thing only--and therefore wanted first of all really to SEE it again, planted out, crowded out, frozen out as it now so long had been. "I see well enough what that fact has done to YOU," his Brother declared. "There's too much. 12 0 R Tell me without delay where it is!' 1. THIS was a current so slow and so tepid that one floated practically without motion and without chill. Brown went off again to serve breakfast, leaving host and guest confronted. During times of frustration and disappointment, he would become depressed. Isn't that the blest moral?--that we live in beguiled suppositions. The good Brother sighed contentedly; after which he brought out again with kindly humour: "It's a sort of kindergarten! It was the rain of the night, yet when had he last heard it? One by one he touched, as it were, all the things it was such rapture to be without. ", Brown's master thought. He was in the bath yet, the broad deep bath of stillness. He was as glad as I--he was tremendously glad. That was only delightful--as positively delightful in the particular, the actual conditions as it might have been the reverse in the conditions abolished. Between respect and reproach he paused. He heard a brief exchange of words in the hall, but never afterwards recovered the time taken by Brown to reappear, to precede and announce another person--a person whose name somehow failed to reach Dane's ear. The thing's so perfect that it's open to as many interpretations as any other great work--a poem of Goethe, a dialogue of Plato, a symphony of Beethoven. It embodies a calculated effect, and to plunge into it, I find, even for a beguiled glance--a course I indeed recommend--is to have left all else outside. (238) It was too obvious, as Dane gazed before him, that one wouldn't; but after a moment he asked with the first articulation as yet of his most elementary wonder: "Where is it? It wasn't they who made the conditions, it was the conditions that made them. "It's because we're so well disposed," Dane said. 11 0 obj<>endobj "From ten to six. ", "And her bosom"--Dane completed the figure--"the noble eminence of our hill? 33 0 obj<>endobj His companion weighed it. There were new books, also in wrappers as well as disenveloped and dropped again--books from (226) publishers, books from authors, books from friends, books from enemies, books from his own bookseller, who took, it sometimes struck him, inconceivable things for granted. "Oh!" The only real need was to know it, to see it in silence. ", "Poor dear Lady Mullet? That's what's the matter with me. "How many will there be, sir?" Dane rose and looked about his room, which seemed disencumbered, different, twice as large. "How many does THAT make?" ", It was only on this that Brown showed an expression. He turned away in despair, using a pathetic quaver at absurd variance with his words: "If you insist, Brown, I'll kill you!" The only approach to a real analogy was in himself and his companions. 20 0 R]endobj ", George Dane thought. He saw moreover what I could take; in fact what he saw was wonderful.". "It's my certainty that overwhelms me, Brown. I just after a bit let you alone, and you were soon off." "No doubt, no doubt; and yet, thank goodness, there's love in it too." He began to fit it together: while he had been off the young man had been on. That's just the reason why what I put to him in joke--with a fantastic desperate irony--became, in his hands, with his vision of his chance, the blessed means and measure of my sitting on this spot in your company. It WAS to-day; I see." It wasn't after breakfast now; it was after--well, what? This Library of America volume is one of two volumes of the most extensive collection of his critical writings ever assembled, with many pieces never before available in book form. That was what had been most in the wise mind--the importance of the absolute sense, on the part of its beneficiaries, that what was offered was guaranteed. "In everything," Dane went on. “The Real Thing,” one of Henry James’s most delicate exercises in irony, is the story of a young artist’s encounter with an odd couple—a well-dressed, middle-aged, rather vacuous pair named the Monarchs, who come to his studio one day and offer themselves as … "I remember--I remember: seven francs a day without wine! There then my indications must wait." It could pass quite sufficiently without words that he and his mate were Brothers, and what that meant. Brown asked. He suddenly sprang up and went over to my study-table--sat straight down there as if to write me my prescription or my passport. (228) "And you told me to remind you, sir--", George Dane was at last angry. To this anomaly his eyes slowly opened; it was not his good Brother, it was verily Brown who possessed his hand. He found himself anew at the window, whence, looking down from his fourth floor, he could see the vast neighbourhood, under the trumpet-blare of the sky, beginning to rush about. The story portrays George Dane, a harried writer who dreams of escaping to a place where he can rest and recover before returning to the grind of his overloaded life. That came out in the whole manner of his reply to the appeal that broke from me: 'Where is it then in God's name? Discussion of themes and motifs in Henry James' The Great Good Place. That was the gossip and interchange that could pass to and fro. This recalled disposition of some great abode of an Order, some mild Monte Cassino, some Grande Chartreuse more accessible, was his main term of comparison; but he knew he had really never anywhere beheld anything at once so calculated and so generous. (242) I didn't know _ou donner de la tete_--I couldn't have gone a step further. His (237) friend at last turned to him a look different from the looks of friends in London clubs. The inner life woke up again, and it was the inner life, for people of his generation, victims of the modern madness, mere maniacal extension and motion, that was returning health. The author might remain in the obscure, for that was part of the perfection: personal service so hushed and regulated that you scarce caught it in the act and only knew it by its results. "We shall see." ", "No, I dare say not. "He asked me things--his questions were interesting; but to save time and writing I said to him: 'Come to see me--we can talk a little; but all I can give you is half an hour at breakfast.' Then how many were there before the young man at the table, who seemed intensely occupied, found a moment to look round at him and, on meeting his open eyes, get up and draw near? The (260) flower would have been gathered and the trick played--the sands would in short have run. (257) Into the closed and the stuffy they have to be driven. He felt afresh, in the light of his companion's face, what it might still be even when deeply satisfied, as well as what communication was established by the mere common knowledge of it. "I just dropped my burden--and he received it.". " The library was a benediction--high and clear and plain like everything else, but with something, in all its arched amplitude, unconfused and brave and gay. It was the paradise of his own room that was most indebted to them--a great square fair chamber, all beautified with omissions, from which, high up, he looked over a long valley to a far horizon, and in which he was vaguely and pleasantly reminded of some old Italian picture, some Carpaccio or some early Tuscan, the representation of a world without newspapers and letters, without telegrams and photographs, without the dreadful fatal too much. It came back, yes, came back; the appointment with the young man--he supposed him young--whose letter, the letter about--what was it?--had struck him. Philip Wingfield, son of the late R. D. Wingfield approves; he remarked, 'The author has captured my father's style superbly. 13 0 R "You'll feel better when you've had breakfast. It had been born somehow and somewhere--it had had to insist on being--the blest conception. It was the thing they never named--partly for want of the need and partly for lack of the word; for what indeed was the description that would cover it all? There was such a huge chance for it!". "The Great Good Place" in The Novels and Tales of Henry James 16 (New York: Scribner; London: Macmillan, 1907–1909): 225–263. There were newspapers on another table, ranged with the same rigour of custom, newspapers too many--what could any creature want of so much news?--and each with its hand on the neck of the other, so that the row of their bodiless heads was like a series of decapitations. It was something too merciless, the domestic perfection of Brown. How can I say what passed between us?--it was so strange, so swift, so much a matter, from one to the other, of instant perception and agreement. His master wondered, then saw he figured some personal curvature. The poor man dropped into the nearest (229) chair and stared a while at the carpet. Italicized foreign words and phrases are indicated thus: _ou donner de la tete_. "Well--because it's so charming. You were extraordinarily tired. 29 0 obj<>endobj 'The Great Want Met.' Then it was--at the mere sight of his back, which was turned to me--that I felt the spell work. There was no footing on which a man who had ever liked life--liked it at any rate as HE had--could now escape it. ", "Isn't it enough for us that it's a place carried on for our benefit so admirably that we strain our ears (239) in vain for a creak of the machinery? ", Brown's famous "thoroughness"--his great virtue--had never been so dreadful. Their bench was like a box at the opera. It was all queer, but all pleasant and all distinct, so distinct that the last words in his ear--the same from both quarters--appeared the effect of a single voice. Dane's next consciousness was that of the desire to make sure he WAS away, and this desire had somehow the result of dissipating the obscurity. "How do I know, after all? 14 0 R]endobj That answered Dane's question; the face was the face turned to him by the good Brother there in the portico while they listened together to the rustle of the shower. ", "No, thank God--that's enough," Dane contentedly smiled. 35 0 obj<>stream ", "I don't mean for bread, though he had none too much, I think, even of that. He could bring a book from the library--he could bring two, he could bring three. ", "And what do you call the essential fact? Everything--stranger still--was exactly in that position; everything at least but the light of the window, which came in from another quarter and showed a different hour. ", Brown's blankness spread like the desert. He gave this time his longest happiest sigh. the Brother amusedly asked. George Dane had opened his eyes to a bright new day, the face of nature well washed by last night's downpour and shining as with high spirits, good resolutions, lively intentions--the great glare of recommencement in short fixed in his patch of sky. Then as his friend listened with interest: "Just simply 'The Great Good Place.' "And who were YOU?" (This is James's entire comment.). Isn't that just why we're here? He might have been a week in the place--the scene of his new consciousness--before he spoke at all. We were sitting together on my sofa as we waited for breakfast. Then he added: "I see where you're coming out. The Great Good Place 1 washing the window in a steady flood, it had seemed the right thing, the retarding interrupting thing, the thing that, if it would only last, might clear the ground by floating out to a boundless sea the innumerable objects They seemed each, thus confronted, to close their eyes a moment for dizziness; then they were again at peace and the Brother's confidence rang out. (241) The Brother, as if it would do them both good, only desired to draw him out. It was one of the summer sprinkles that bring out sweet smells. And yet--quite literally--there were but two other differences. "He must be very remarkable!" ", His friend, quite unmystified, accepted it. "I couldn't have borne it longer. he went on. He was now to return to it after the pause of the night; but he could only look at it, for the time, over the bristling hedge of letters planted by the early postman an hour before and already, on the customary table by the chimney-piece, formally rounded and squared by his systematic servant. The very essence of the bliss of Dane's whole change had been precisely that there was nothing now to time. It's so exactly right. Harry Haag James (March 15, 1916 – July 5, 1983) was an American musician who is best known as a trumpet-playing band leader who led a big band from 1939 to 1946. What most prompted this reflexion was the degree in which Dane had after a while a consciousness of company. "But we shan't recognise or know," said Dane. sister projects: Wikidata item. There had been times when he had done full justice to the way it kept him up; now, however, it was almost the worst of the avalanche. 2 0 obj<>endobj The 'great want' comes home--that's the great thing it does! 21 0 obj[16 0 R "Ah wasn't it? Yet he could at last only turn back from the window; the world was everywhere, without and within, and the great staring egotism of its health and strength wasn't to be trusted for tact or delicacy. Its only fault was that, being in itself such an occupation, so fine an unrest in the heart of gratitude, the life of the day all went to it. "Don't trouble about me," he went on insincerely and looking askance through his window again at the bright and beautiful world. "WHY it's raining!" Dane echoed the sigh, and, as nobody talking with nobody, they sat there together still and watched the sweet wide picture darken into tepid night. "There remains 'The Great Good Place' (1900)--to the spirit of which, however, it strikes me, any gloss or comment would be a tactless challenge. "You'll go instead--". "You tell me first. "Not a bit--not the least little bit, you think? "How near? If there only WERE a pair!' But there were still some few confusions; Dane lay looking up. These conditions found themselves accepted, clearly, with an appreciation, with a rapture, it was rather to be called, that proceeded, as the very air that pervaded them and the force that sustained, from their quiet and noble assurance. The absence of everything was, in the aspect of the Brother who had thus informally joined him--a man of his own age, tired distinguished modest kind--really, as he could soon see, but the absence of what he didn't want. "It's only because, sir, you know, sir, you can't remember--", At this Dane did flash round; it was more than at such a moment he could bear. It was supreme--it was everywhere. Dane laid his hand on his companion's arm. He came to me with envy, envy extravagant--really passionate. ", "I see--I see." The wild waters would close over me and I should drop straight to the dark depths where the vanquished dead lie. ). That will do; anything will do that covers the essential fact. Brown imperturbably continued. The better it is the worse--the greater the deadlier. ", Brown looked at him with the advantage of eighteen years of consistency. But what even then was the harm? 5 0 obj<>endobj It was present to Dane each hour that he could never be overcharged. Published in 35 volumes between 1921 and 1923, it was by far the most complete collection of James… He, poor chap, had been for ten years serenading closed windows and had never yet caused a shutter to show that it stirred. I don't speak of the putting off of one's self; I speak only--if one has a self worth sixpence--of the getting it back. He did the place no outrage to liken it to an hotel; he permitted himself on occasion to feel it suggest a club. ", "Oh it's positively a part of our ease and our rest and our change, I think, that we don't at all know and that we may really call it, for that matter, anything in the world we like--the thing for instance we love it most for being. On which they sat in silence a little, seeming pleasantly to follow, in the view of the green garden, the vague movements of the monster--madness, surrender, collapse--they had escaped. ", "Of some great mild invisible mother who stretches away into space and whose lap's the whole valley--? ", "We couldn't keep it DOWN--that was all the matter! ", "Yes," Dane returned, "in a sense--on somebody or other's part--so exquisitely personal! 'Do hope you sweetly won't mind, to-day, 1.30, my bringing poor dear Lady Mullet, who's so awfully bent,' " he read to his companion. "Who is it? "No; she's only bent on coming!" Yes, there were hours, and this was one of them: he jerked himself up for another turn in his labyrinth, but still not touching, not even again meeting, his admonisher's eye. Dane comically sighed. Two things in the short interval that followed were present to Dane: his having utterly forgotten the connexion, the whence, whither and why of his guest; and his continued disposition not to touch--no, not with the finger. Washington Square (1881) - The story of Catherine Sloper, a resident of I may even have known you well. These others, the abolished, came back to Dane at last so easily that he could exactly measure each difference, but with what he had finally been hustled on to hate in them robbed of its terror in consequence of something that had happened. "Perhaps he'll do you good, sir," Brown suggested. There are hours--!" "To put them off? "Then where ARE you going?". "There are things to puzzle out--otherwise it would be dull. "The wild waters, you mean, of our horrible time. But alas it's more than seven francs here. the Brother admitted. 8 0 obj<>endobj "Do you mean there's too much, sir?" "It's charming how when we speak for ourselves we speak for each other. I was only, as the world goes, too 'beastly well'! ", The intelligence with which the Brother listened kept them as children feeding from the same bowl. "If the place really pays it will keep on. Directed by Mike Flanagan. 23 0 obj<>endobj He had been sunk that way before, sunk--when and (235) where?--in another flood; only a flood of rushing waters in which bumping and gasping were all. 9 0 R It had been up to his shoulders last night--it was up to his chin now. Follow the "All Files: HTTP" link in the "View the book" box to the left to find XML files that contain more metadata about the original images and the derived formats (OCR results, PDF etc. While he asked himself who else then the young man was, this benefactor, struck by his appealing stare, broke again into perfect cheer. 'I know what you want,' he repeated. "The conditions settle that--they determine us. Then he knew again as well as ever that leaving was difficult, leaving impossible--that the only remedy, the true soft effacing sponge, would be to BE left, to be forgotten. Was this a threshold perhaps, after all, that could only be crossed one way? They sat there as innocently as small boys confiding to each other the names of toy animals. " The comrade was possibly a novice or in a different stage from his own; there was at any rate a vague envy in the recognition that shone out of the fatigued yet freshened face. Posted July 4, 2000. "But if we couldn't keep it up--? There, for a blessing, he COULD read and write; there above all he could do nothing--he could live. How it was all managed he couldn't have told--he had been content moreover till now with his ignorance of cause and pretext; but whenever he chose to listen with a certain intentness he made out as from a distance the sound of slow sweet bells. What he had felt the first time recurred: the friend was always new and yet at the same time--it was amusing, not disturbing--suggested the possibility that he might be but an old one altered. he declared. Brown enquired, as if in this case she might make more. ", "I see--what can you say more? His father, Henry James Sr., was a brilliant and eccentric religious philosopher; his brother was one of the first great American psychologists and the author of the influential Pragmatism; his sister, Alice, though an invalid for most of her life, … He had come only to come, to take what he found. What underlay and overhung it all, better yet, Dane mused, was some original inspiration, but confirmed, unquenched, some happy thought of an individual breast. The good Brother looked placidly forth--Dane could identify his phase. "Oh yes," said Dane, "and it was just my idea that made me despair. 'Oh if I could just SHIFT it all--make it straight over for an hour to other shoulders! AT the end of three weeks--so far as time was distinct--Dane began to feel there was something he had recovered. He paid for everything but that--that wasn't one of the items. ", The Brother hesitated, smiling. It made me literally ill--made me feel as I had never felt that should I once really for an hour lose hold of the thing itself, the thing that did matter and that I was trying for, I should never recover it again. From behind the drawn curtain of his study the rain had been audible and in a manner merciful; washing the window in a steady flood, it had seemed the right thing, the retarding interrupting thing, the thing that, if it would only last, might clear the ground by floating out to a boundless sea the innumerable objects among which his feet stumbled and strayed. He saw in my littered room, my shattered day, my bored face and spoiled temper--it's embarrassing, but I must tell you--the very proof of my pudding, the very blaze of my glory. But the faithful fighters of this hour, or the beings that then and there will represent them, may then turn to the faint-hearted, who here decline to go on, with words like those with which Henry IV. ", "At my saying to him by the end of five minutes: 'My dear fellow, I wish you'd just try it--wish you'd for a while just BE me!' "Oh we shall meet!". "Why should we call it names? 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