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An Image of Africa:Racism in Conrad's Heart of Darkness'. Part 1
Nevertheless, Conrad found much sympathetic readership, especially in the United States. Mencken was one of the earliest and most influential American readers to recognise how Conrad conjured up "the general out of the particular". Scott Fitzgerald , writing to Mencken, complained about having been omitted from a list of Conrad imitators. An October visitor to Oswalds, Conrad's home at the time—Cyril Clemens, a cousin of Mark Twain —quoted Conrad as saying: "In everything I have written there is always one invariable intention, and that is to capture the reader's attention.
Conrad the artist famously aspired, in the words of his preface to The Nigger of the 'Narcissus' , "by the power of the written word to make you hear, to make you feel That—and no more, and it is everything. If I succeed, you shall find there according to your deserts: encouragement, consolation, fear, charm—all you demand—and, perhaps, also that glimpse of truth for which you have forgotten to ask. Writing in what to the visual arts was the age of Impressionism , and what to music was the age of impressionist music , Conrad showed himself in many of his works a prose poet of the highest order: for instance, in the evocative Patna and courtroom scenes of Lord Jim ; in the scenes of the "melancholy-mad elephant" [note 26] and the "French gunboat firing into a continent", in Heart of Darkness ; in the doubled protagonists of The Secret Sharer ; and in the verbal and conceptual resonances of Nostromo and The Nigger of the 'Narcissus'.
Conrad used his own memories as literary material so often that readers are tempted to treat his life and work as a single whole. His " view of the world ", or elements of it, is often described by citing at once both his private and public statements, passages from his letters, and citations from his books. Najder warns that this approach produces an incoherent and misleading picture. Conrad used his own experiences as raw material, but the finished product should not be confused with the experiences themselves.
Many of Conrad's characters were inspired by actual persons he had met, including, in his first novel, Almayer's Folly completed , William Charles Olmeijer, the spelling of whose surname Conrad probably altered to "Almayer" inadvertently. Stewart , "appears to have attached some mysterious significance to such links with actuality. Apart from Conrad's own experiences, a number of episodes in his fiction were suggested by past or contemporary publicly known events or literary works.
The first half of the novel Lord Jim the Patna episode was inspired by the real-life story of the SS Jeddah ;  the second part, to some extent by the life of James Brooke , the first White Rajah of Sarawak. In Nostromo completed , the theft of a massive consignment of silver was suggested to Conrad by a story he had heard in the Gulf of Mexico and later read about in a "volume picked up outside a second-hand bookshop. While the [news]papers murmured about revolution in Colombia, Conrad opened a fresh section of Nostromo with hints of dissent in Costaguana", his fictional South American country. He plotted a revolution in the Costaguanan fictional port of Sulaco that mirrored the real-life secessionist movement brewing in Panama.
When Conrad finished the novel on 1 September , writes Jasanoff, "he left Sulaco in the condition of Panama. The Secret Agent completed was inspired by the French anarchist Martial Bourdin 's death while apparently attempting to blow up the Greenwich Observatory. For the natural surroundings of the high seas , the Malay Archipelago and South America, which Conrad described so vividly, he could rely on his own observations.
What his brief landfalls could not provide was a thorough understanding of exotic cultures. For this he resorted, like other writers, to literary sources. Stewart writes, Conrad's "need to work to some extent from second-hand" led to "a certain thinness in Jim's relations with the In keeping with his scepticism   and melancholy,  Conrad almost invariably gives lethal fates to the characters in his principal novels and stories.
Almayer Almayer's Folly , , abandoned by his beloved daughter, takes to opium, and dies. Kurtz Heart of Darkness , expires, uttering the words, "The horror! The horror! Verloc, The Secret Agent of divided loyalties, attempts a bombing, to be blamed on terrorists, that accidentally kills his mentally defective brother-in-law Stevie, and Verloc himself is killed by his distraught wife, who drowns herself by jumping overboard from a channel steamer. When a principal character of Conrad's does escape with his life, he sometimes does not fare much better. Petersburg student, the revolutionist Victor Haldin, who has assassinated a savagely repressive Russian government minister.
Haldin is tortured and hanged by the authorities. Later Razumov, sent as a government spy to Geneva , a centre of anti-tsarist intrigue, meets the mother and sister of Haldin, who share Haldin's liberal convictions. Razumov falls in love with the sister and confesses his betrayal of her brother; later, he makes the same avowal to assembled revolutionists, and their professional executioner bursts his eardrums, making him deaf for life. Razumov staggers away, is knocked down by a streetcar, and finally returns as a cripple to Russia.
Conrad was keenly conscious of tragedy in the world and in his works. In , at the start of his writing career, he had written to his Scottish writer-politician friend Cunninghame Graham : "What makes mankind tragic is not that they are the victims of nature, it is that they are conscious of it. I absolutely object to being called a tragedian. Conrad claimed that he "never kept a diary and never owned a notebook.
Unlike many authors who make it a point not to discuss work in progress, Conrad often did discuss his current work and even showed it to select friends and fellow authors, such as Edward Garnett , and sometimes modified it in the light of their critiques and suggestions. Edward Said was struck by the sheer quantity of Conrad's correspondence with friends and fellow writers; by , it "amount[ed] to eight published volumes". Said comments: "[I]t seemed to me that if Conrad wrote of himself, of the problem of self-definition, with such sustained urgency, some of what he wrote must have had meaning for his fiction.
He believed that his [own] life was like a series of short episodes Throughout almost his entire life Conrad was an outsider and felt himself to be one. Conrad called himself to Graham a "bloody foreigner. Conrad borrowed from other, Polish- and French-language authors, to an extent sometimes skirting plagiarism. Comparative-literature scholar Yves Hervouet has demonstrated in the text of Victory a whole mosaic of influences, borrowings, similarities and allusions.
He further lists hundreds of concrete borrowings from other, mostly French authors in nearly all of Conrad's works, from Almayer's Folly to his unfinished Suspense. Conrad seems to have used eminent writers' texts as raw material of the same kind as the content of his own memory. Materials borrowed from other authors often functioned as allusions. Moreover, he had a phenomenal memory for texts and remembered details, "but [writes Najder] it was not a memory strictly categorized according to sources, marshalled into homogeneous entities; it was, rather, an enormous receptacle of images and pieces from which he would draw.
Continues Najder: "[H]e can never be accused of outright plagiarism. Even when lifting sentences and scenes, Conrad changed their character, inserted them within novel structures. He did not imitate, but as Hervouet says 'continued' his masters. He was right in saying: 'I don't resemble anybody. Conrad, like other artists, faced constraints arising from the need to propitiate his audience and confirm their own favourable self-regard. This may account for his describing the admirable crew of the Judea in his story " Youth " as " Liverpool hard cases", whereas the crew of the Judea' s actual prototype, the Palestine , had included not a single Liverpudlian, and half the crew had been non-Britons;  and for Conrad's transforming the real-life criminally negligent British captain J.
Clark, of the SS Jeddah , in his novel Lord Jim , into the captain of the fictitious Patna —"a sort of renegade New South Wales German" so monstrous in physical appearance as to suggest "a trained baby elephant". The singularity of the universe depicted in Conrad's novels, especially compared to those of near-contemporaries like his friend and frequent benefactor John Galsworthy , is such as to open him to criticism similar to that later applied to Graham Greene. In the view of Evelyn Waugh and Kingsley Amis , it was not until the first volumes of Anthony Powell 's sequence, A Dance to the Music of Time , were published in the s, that an English novelist achieved the same command of atmosphere and precision of language with consistency, a view supported by later critics like A.
Wilson ; Powell acknowledged his debt to Conrad. Leo Gurko, too, remarks, as "one of Conrad's special qualities, his abnormal awareness of place, an awareness magnified to almost a new dimension in art, an ecological dimension defining the relationship between earth and man. Lawrence , one of many writers whom Conrad befriended, offered some perceptive observations about Conrad's writing:.
He's absolutely the most haunting thing in prose that ever was: I wish I knew how every paragraph he writes It's not built in the rhythm of ordinary prose, but on something existing only in his head, and as he can never say what it is he wants to say, all his things end in a kind of hunger, a suggestion of something he can't say or do or think. So his books always look bigger than they are. He's as much a giant of the subjective as Kipling is of the objective. Do they hate one another? Joseph Conrad's heroes were often alone, and close to hostility and danger. Sometimes, when Conrad's imagination was at its most fertile and his command of English at its most precise, the danger came darkly from within the self.
At other times, however, it came from what could not be named. Conrad sought then to evoke rather than delineate, using something close to the language of prayer. While his imagination was content at times with the tiny, vivid, perfectly observed detail, it was also nourished by the need to suggest and symbolize. Like a poet, he often left the space in between strangely, alluringly vacant. His own vague terms—words like "ineffable", "infinite", "mysterious", "unknowable"—were as close as he could come to a sense of our fate in the world or the essence of the universe, a sense that reached beyond the time he described and beyond his characters' circumstances.
This idea of "beyond" satisfied something in his imagination. He worked as though between the intricate systems of a ship and the vague horizon of a vast sea. This irreconcilable distance between what was precise and what was shimmering made him much more than a novelist of adventure, a chronicler of the issues that haunted his time, or a writer who dramatized moral questions. This left him open to interpretation—and indeed to attack [by critics such as the novelists V.
Naipaul and Chinua Achebe ]. In a letter of 14 December to his Scottish friend, Robert Bontine Cunninghame Graham , Conrad wrote that science tells us, "Understand that thou art nothing, less than a shadow, more insignificant than a drop of water in the ocean, more fleeting than the illusion of a dream. In a letter of 20 December to Cunninghame Graham , Conrad metaphorically described the universe as a huge machine:. It evolved itself I am severely scientific out of a chaos of scraps of iron and behold! I am horrified at the horrible work and stand appalled. I feel it ought to embroider—but it goes on knitting.
You come and say: "this is all right; it's only a question of the right kind of oil. Let us use this—for instance—celestial oil and the machine shall embroider a most beautiful design in purple and gold. Alas no. You cannot by any special lubrication make embroidery with a knitting machine. And the most withering thought is that the infamous thing has made itself; made itself without thought, without conscience, without foresight, without eyes, without heart. It is a tragic accident—and it has happened. You can't interfere with it.
The last drop of bitterness is in the suspicion that you can't even smash it. In virtue of that truth one and immortal which lurks in the force that made it spring into existence it is what it is—and it is indestructible! It knits us in and it knits us out. It has knitted time space, pain, death, corruption, despair and all the illusions—and nothing matters. Faith is a myth and beliefs shift like mists on the shore; thoughts vanish; words, once pronounced, die; and the memory of yesterday is as shadowy as the hope of to-morrow In this world—as I have known it—we are made to suffer without the shadow of a reason, of a cause or of guilt There is no morality, no knowledge and no hope; there is only the consciousness of ourselves which drives us about a world that A moment, a twinkling of an eye and nothing remains—but a clod of mud, of cold mud, of dead mud cast into black space, rolling around an extinguished sun.
Neither thought, nor sound, nor soul. What [Conrad] really learned as a sailor was not something empirical—an assembly of "places and events"—but the vindication of a perspective he had developed in childhood, an impartial, unillusioned view of the world as a place of mystery and contingency, horror and splendor, where, as he put it in a letter to the London Times , the only indisputable truth is "our ignorance. Even Henry James 's late period, that other harbinger of the modernist novel , had not yet begun when Conrad invented Marlow , and James's earlier experiments in perspective The Spoils of Poynton , What Maisie Knew don't go nearly as far as Lord Jim. Conrad spoke his native Polish and the French language fluently from childhood and only acquired English in his twenties.
He would probably have spoken some Ukrainian as a child if only to servants ; he certainly had to have some knowledge of German and Russian. Conrad chose, however, to write his fiction in English. He says in his preface to A Personal Record that writing in English was for him "natural", and that the idea of his having made a deliberate choice between English and French, as some had suggested, was in error. He explained that, though he had been familiar with French from childhood, "I would have been afraid to attempt expression in a language so perfectly 'crystallized'. English is so plastic—if you haven't got a word you need you can make it, but to write French you have to be an artist like Anatole France.
But for the English my gifts are sufficient and secure my daily bread. Conrad wrote in A Personal Record that English was "the speech of my secret choice, of my future, of long friendships, of the deepest affections, of hours of toil and hours of ease, and of solitary hours, too, of books read, of thoughts pursued, of remembered emotions—of my very dreams!
With the concurrence of his mentor-uncle Tadeusz Bobrowski , who had been summoned to Marseilles, Conrad decided to seek employment with the British merchant marine, which did not require Russia's permission. Had Conrad remained in the Francophone sphere or had he returned to Poland, the son of the Polish poet, playwright, and translator Apollo Korzeniowski —from childhood exposed to Polish and foreign literature, and ambitious to himself become a writer  —he might have ended writing in French or Polish instead of English.
Certainly his Uncle Tadeusz thought Conrad might write in Polish; in an letter he advised his year-old nephew:. As, thank God, you do not forget your Polish We have few travelers, and even fewer genuine correspondents: the words of an eyewitness would be of great interest and in time would bring you It would be an exercise in your native tongue—that thread which binds you to your country and countrymen—and finally a tribute to the memory of your father who always wanted to and did serve his country by his pen. In the opinion of some biographers, Conrad's third language, English, remained under the influence of his first two languages—Polish and French.
This makes his English seem unusual. Najder writes that:. Brought up in a Polish family and cultural environment At school he must have learned German, but French remained the language he spoke with greatest fluency and no foreign accent until the end of his life. He was well versed in French history and literature, and French novelists were his artistic models. But he wrote all his books in English—the tongue he started to learn at the age of twenty. He was thus an English writer who grew up in other linguistic and cultural environments. His work can be seen as located in the borderland of auto-translation. Inevitably for a trilingual Polish—French—English-speaker, Conrad's writings occasionally show linguistic spillover : " Franglais " or " Poglish "—the inadvertent use of French or Polish vocabulary, grammar, or syntax in his English writings.
In one instance, Najder uses "several slips in vocabulary, typical for Conrad Gallicisms and grammar usually Polonisms " as part of internal evidence against Conrad's sometime literary collaborator Ford Madox Ford 's claim to have written a certain instalment of Conrad's novel Nostromo , for publication in T. The impracticality of working with a language which has long ceased to be one's principal language of daily use is illustrated by Conrad's attempt at translating into English the Polish physicist, columnist, story-writer, and comedy-writer Bruno Winawer 's short play, The Book of Job.
Najder writes:. Particularly Herup and a snobbish Jew, "Bolo" Bendziner, have their characteristic ways of speaking. Conrad, who had had little contact with everyday spoken Polish, simplified the dialogue, left out Herup's scientific expressions, and missed many amusing nuances. The action in the original is quite clearly set in contemporary Warsaw, somewhere between elegant society and the demimonde; this specific cultural setting is lost in the translation. Conrad left out many accents of topical satire in the presentation of the dramatis personae and ignored not only the ungrammatical speech which might have escaped him of some characters but even the Jewishness of two of them, Bolo and Mosan. As a practical matter, by the time Conrad set about writing fiction, he had little choice but to write in English.
According to Conrad's close friend and literary assistant Richard Curle , the fact of Conrad writing in English was "obviously misleading" because Conrad "is no more completely English in his art than he is in his nationality". Conrad always retained a strong emotional attachment to his native language. Conrad bridled at being referred to as a Russian or "Slavonic" writer. The only Russian writer he admired was Ivan Turgenev. What I venture to say is that it would have been more just to charge me at most with Polonism. Achebe's view was that Heart of Darkness cannot be considered a great work of art because it is "a novel which celebrates Achebe's critics argue that he fails to distinguish Marlow's view from Conrad's, which results in very clumsy interpretations of the novella.
Morel , who led international opposition to King Leopold II 's rule in the Congo, saw Conrad's Heart of Darkness as a condemnation of colonial brutality and referred to the novella as "the most powerful thing written on the subject. Conrad scholar Peter Firchow writes that "nowhere in the novel does Conrad or any of his narrators, personified or otherwise, claim superiority on the part of Europeans on the grounds of alleged genetic or biological difference. Some younger scholars, such as Masood Ashraf Raja , have also suggested that if we read Conrad beyond Heart of Darkness , especially his Malay novels, racism can be further complicated by foregrounding Conrad's positive representation of Muslims.
In H. Conrad made English literature more mature and reflective because he called attention to the sheer horror of political realities overlooked by English citizens and politicians. The case of Poland, his oppressed homeland, was one such issue. The colonial exploitation of Africans was another. His condemnation of imperialism and colonialism , combined with sympathy for its persecuted and suffering victims, was drawn from his Polish background, his own personal sufferings, and the experience of a persecuted people living under foreign occupation.
Personal memories created in him a great sensitivity for human degradation and a sense of moral responsibility. Adam Hochschild makes a similar point:. What gave [Conrad] such a rare ability to see the arrogance and theft at the heart of imperialism? Much of it surely had to do with the fact that he himself, as a Pole, knew what it was like to live in conquered territory Conrad's poet father, Apollo Korzeniowski, was a Polish nationalist and an opponent of serfdom Conrad's experience in the Belgian-run Congo made him one of the fiercest critics of the "white man's mission.
By accepting the job in the trading company, he joined, for once in his life, an organized, large-scale group activity on land It is not accidental that the Congo expedition remained an isolated event in Conrad's life. Until his death he remained a recluse in the social sense and never became involved with any institution or clearly defined group of people. Conrad was a Russian subject, having been born in the Russian part of what had once been the Polish—Lithuanian Commonwealth.
After his father's death, Conrad's uncle Bobrowski had attempted to secure Austrian citizenship for him—to no avail, probably because Conrad had not received permission from Russian authorities to remain abroad permanently and had not been released from being a Russian subject. Conrad could not return to Ukraine, in the Russian Empire—he would have been liable to many years' military service and, as the son of political exiles, to harassment. In a letter of 9 August , Conrad's uncle Bobrowski broached two important subjects: [note 37] the desirability of Conrad's naturalisation abroad tantamount to release from being a Russian subject and Conrad's plans to join the British merchant marine.
I never wished you to become naturalized in France, mainly because of the compulsory military service I thought, however, of your getting naturalized in Switzerland Eventually Conrad would make his home in England. On 2 July he applied for British nationality, which was granted on 19 August To achieve his freedom from that subjection, he had to make many visits to the Russian Embassy in London and politely reiterate his request. In Circular Quay , Sydney, Australia, a plaque in a "writers walk" commemorates Conrad's visits to Australia between and The plaque notes that "Many of his works reflect his 'affection for that young continent.
The square's dedication was timed to coincide with release of Francis Ford Coppola 's Heart of Darkness -inspired film, Apocalypse Now. Conrad does not appear to have ever visited San Francisco. Notwithstanding the undoubted sufferings that Conrad endured on many of his voyages, sentimentality and canny marketing place him at the best lodgings in several of his destinations.
Hotels across the Far East still lay claim to him as an honoured guest, with, however, no evidence to back their claims: Singapore's Raffles Hotel continues to claim he stayed there though he lodged, in fact, at the Sailors' Home nearby. His visit to Bangkok also remains in that city's collective memory, and is recorded in the official history of The Oriental Hotel where he never, in fact, stayed, lodging aboard his ship, the Otago along with that of a less well-behaved guest, Somerset Maugham , who pilloried the hotel in a short story in revenge for attempts to eject him. Conrad is also reported to have stayed at Hong Kong's Peninsula Hotel —at a port that, in fact, he never visited.
Later literary admirers, notably Graham Greene , followed closely in his footsteps, sometimes requesting the same room and perpetuating myths that have no basis in fact. No Caribbean resort is yet known to have claimed Conrad's patronage, although he is believed to have stayed at a Fort-de-France pension upon arrival in Martinique on his first voyage, in , when he travelled as a passenger on the Mont Blanc. In April , a monument to Conrad was unveiled in the Russian town of Vologda , where he and his parents lived in exile in — The monument was removed, with unclear explanation, in June After the publication of Chance in , Conrad was the subject of more discussion and praise than any other English writer of the time. He had a genius for companionship, and his circle of friends, which he had begun assembling even prior to his first publications, included authors and other leading lights in the arts, such as Henry James , Robert Bontine Cunninghame Graham , John Galsworthy , Edward Garnett , Garnett's wife Constance Garnett translator of Russian literature , Stephen Crane , Hugh Walpole , George Bernard Shaw , H.
In the early s Conrad composed a short series of novels in collaboration with Ford Madox Ford. In and Conrad's growing renown and prestige among writers and critics in continental Europe fostered his hopes for a Nobel Prize in Literature. It was apparently the French and Swedes—not the English—who favoured Conrad's candidacy. Conrad's narrative style and anti-heroic characters  have influenced many authors, including T.
Coetzee ,  and Salman Rushdie. A striking portrait of Conrad, aged about 46, was drawn by the historian and poet Henry Newbolt , who met him about For the Thames too "has been one of the dark places of the earth. But if it were to visit its primordial relative, the Congo, it would run the terrible risk of hearing grotesque echoes of its own forgotten darkness, and falling victim to an avenging recrudescence of the mindless frenzy of the first beginnings. These suggestive echoes comprise Conrad's famed evocation of the African atmosphere in Heart of Darkness.
In the final consideration his method amounts to no more than a steady, ponderous, fake-ritualistic repetition of two antithetical sentences, one about silence and the other about frenzy. We can inspect samples of this on pages 36 and 37 of the present edition: a it was the stillness of an implacable force brooding over an inscrutable intention and b The steamer toiled along slowly on the edge of a black and incomprehensible frenzy. Of course there is a judicious change of adjective from time to time, so that instead of inscrutable, for example, you might have unspeakable, even plain mysterious, etc. The eagle-eyed English critic F.
Leavis drew attention long ago to Conrad's "adjectival insistence upon inexpressible and incomprehensible mystery. When a writer while pretending to record scenes, incidents and their impact is in reality engaged in inducing hypnotic stupor in his readers through a bombardment of emotive words and other forms of trickery much more has to be at stake than stylistic felicity. Generally normal readers are well armed to detect and resist such under-hand activity. But Conrad chose his subject well -- one which was guaranteed not to put him in conflict with the psychological predisposition of his readers or raise the need for him to contend with their resistance.
He chose the role of purveyor of comforting myths. The most interesting and revealing passages in Heart of Darkness are, however, about people. We were wanderers on a prehistoric earth, on an earth that wore the aspect of an unknown planet. We could have fancied ourselves the first of men taking possession of an accursed inheritance, to be subdued at the cost of profound anguish and of excessive toil. But suddenly as we struggled round a bend there would be a glimpse of rush walls, of peaked grass-roofs, a burst of yells, a whirl of black limbs, a mass of hands clapping, of feet stamping, of bodies swaying, of eyes rolling under the droop of heavy and motionless foliage.
The steamer toiled along slowly on the edge of a black and incomprehensible frenzy. The prehistoric man was cursing us, praying to us, welcoming us -- who could tell? We were cut off from the comprehension of our surroundings; we glided past like phantoms, wondering and secretly appalled, as sane men would be before an enthusiastic outbreak in a madhouse. We could not understand because we were too far and could not remember, because we were traveling in the night of first ages, of those ages that are gone, leaving hardly a sign -- and no memories.
The earth seemed unearthly. We are accustomed to look upon the shackled form of a conquered monster, but there -- there you could look at a thing monstrous and free. It was unearthly and the men were No they were not inhuman. Well, you know that was the worst of it -- this suspicion of their not being inhuman. It would come slowly to one. They howled and leaped and spun and made horrid faces, but what thrilled you, was just the thought of their humanity -- like yours -- the thought of your remote kinship with this wild and passionate uproar. Yes, it was ugly enough, but if you were man enough you would admit to yourself that there was in you just the faintest trace of a response to the terrible frankness of that noise, a dim suspicion of there being a meaning in it which you -- you so remote from the night of first ages -- could comprehend.
Herein lies the meaning of Heart of Darkness and the fascination it holds over the Western mind: "What thrilled you was just the thought of their humanity -- like yours Having shown us Africa in the mass, Conrad then zeros in, half a page later, on a specific example, giving us one of his rare descriptions of an African who is not just limbs or rolling eyes:. And between whiles I had to look after the savage who was fireman. He was an improved specimen; he could fire up a vertical boiler. He was there below me and, upon my word, to look at him was as edifying as seeing a dog in a parody of breeches and a feather hat walking on his hind legs.
A few months of training had done for that really fine chap. He squinted at the steam-gauge and at the water-gauge with an evident effort of intrepidity -- and he had filed his teeth too, the poor devil, and the wool of his pate shaved into queer patterns, and three ornamental scars on each of his cheeks. He ought to have been clapping his hands and stamping his feet on the bank, instead of which he was hard at work, a thrall to strange witchcraft, full of improving knowledge. As everybody knows, Conrad is a romantic on the side.
He might not exactly admire savages clapping their hands and stamping their feet but they have at least the merit of being in their place, unlike this dog in a parody of breeches. For Conrad things being in their place is of the utmost importance. Tragedy begins when things leave their accustomed place, like Europe leaving its safe stronghold between the policeman and the baker to like a peep into the heart of darkness. Before the story likes us into the Congo basin proper we are given this nice little vignette as an example of things in their place:. Now and then a boat from the shore gave one a momentary contact with reality.
It was paddled by black fellows. You could see from afar the white of their eyeballs glistening. They shouted, sang; their bodies streamed with perspiration; they had faces like grotesque masks -- these chaps; but they had bone, muscle, a wild vitality, an intense energy of movement that was as natural and hue as the surf along their coast. They wanted no excuse for being there. They were a great comfort to look at. Towards the end of the story Conrad lavishes a whole page quite unexpectedly on an African woman who has obviously been some kind of mistress to Mr. Kurtz and now presides if I may be permitted a little liberty like a formidable mystery over the inexorable imminence of his departure:. She was savage and superb, wild-eyed and magnificent She stood looking at us without a stir and like the wilderness itself, with an air of brooding over an inscrutable purpose.
This Amazon is drawn in considerable detail, albeit of a predictable nature, for two reasons. First, she is in her place and so can win Conrad's special brand of approval and second, she fulfills a structural requirement of the story: a savage counterpart to the refined, European woman who will step forth to end the story:. She came forward all in black with a pale head, floating toward me in the dusk. She was in mourning She took both my hands in hers and murmured, "I had heard you were coming. She had a mature capacity for fidelity, for belief, for suffering. The difference in the attitude of the novelist to these two women is conveyed in too many direct and subfile ways to need elaboration.
But perhaps the most significant difference is the one implied in the author's bestowal of human expression to the one and the withholding of it from the other. It is clearly not part of Conrad's purpose to confer language on the "rudimentary souls" of Africa. In place of speech they made "a violent babble of uncouth sounds. But most of the time they were too busy with their frenzy. There are two occasions in the book, however, when Conrad departs somewhat from his practice and confers speech, even English speech, on the savages. The first occurs when cannibalism gets the better of them:. Give 'im to us. At first sight these instances might be mistaken for unexpected acts of generosity from Conrad.
In reality they constitute some of his best assaults. In the case of the cannibals the incomprehensible grunts that had thus far served them for speech suddenly proved inadequate for Conrad's purpose of letting the European glimpse the unspeakable craving in their hearts. Weighing the necessity for consistency in the portrayal of the dumb brutes against the sensational advantages of securing their conviction by clear, unambiguous evidence issuing out of their own mouth Conrad chose the latter. As for the announcement of Mr. Kurtz's death by the "insolent black head in the doorway" what better or more appropriate finis could be written to the horror story of that wayward child of civilization who willfully had given his soul to the powers of darkness and "taken a high seat amongst the devils of the land" than the proclamation of his physical death by the forces he had joined?
It might be contended, of course, that the attitude to the African in Heart of Darkness is not Conrad's but that of his fictional narrator, Marlow, and that far from endorsing it Conrad might indeed be holding it up to irony and criticism. Certainly Conrad appears to go to considerable pains to set up layers of insulation between himself and the moral universe of his history. He has, for example, a narrator behind a narrator. The primary narrator is Marlow but his account is given to us through the filter of a second, shadowy person.
But if Conrad's intention is to draw a cordon sanitaire between himself and the moral and psychological malaise of his narrator his care seems to me totally wasted because he neglects to hint however subtly or tentatively at an alternative frame of reference by which we may judge the actions and opinions of his characters. It would not have been beyond Conrad's power to make that provision if he had thought it necessary. Marlow seems to me to enjoy Conrad's complete confidence -- a feeling reinforced by the close similarities between their two careers. Marlow comes through to us not only as a witness of truth, but one holding those advanced and humane views appropriate to the English liberal tradition which required all Englishmen of decency to be deeply shocked by atrocities in Bulgaria or the Congo of King Leopold of the Belgians or wherever.
They were dying slowly -- it was very clear. They were not enemies, they were not criminals, they were nothing earthly now, nothing but black shadows of disease and starvation lying confusedly in the greenish gloom. Brought from all the recesses of the coast in all the legality of time contracts, lost in uncongenial surroundings, fed on unfamiliar food, they sickened, became inefficient, and were then allowed to crawl away and rest. Work on a railway is going on. Marlow explores a narrow ravine, and is horrified to find himself in a place full of diseased Africans who worked on the railroad and are now dying. Marlow must wait for ten days in the company's Outer Station, which strikes Marlow as a scene of devastation. He meets the company's chief accountant, who tells him of a Mr.
Kurtz , who is in charge of a very important trading post, and a widely respected, first-class agent. The accountant predicts that Kurtz will go far. Marlow departs with sixty men to travel on foot about miles km to the Central Station, where the steamboat that he is to captain is based. After fifteen days, he arrives at the station only to learn that his steamboat has been wrecked in an accident. He meets the general manager, who informs him that he could not wait for Marlow to arrive because the up-river stations had to be relieved, and tells him of a rumour that Kurtz is ill.
Marlow fishes his boat out of the river and spends months repairing it. At one point Marlow is invited into the room of the station's brickmaker. Hanging on the wall is "a small sketch in oils, on a panel, representing a woman draped and blindfolded carrying a lighted torch". Marlow is fascinated with the sinister effect of the torchlight upon the woman's face, and is informed that Mr.
Kurtz made the painting a year earlier. The brickmaker predicts Kurtz will rise in the hierarchy, before telling Marlow that, "The same people who sent him specially also recommended you. Delayed by the lack of tools and replacement parts, Marlow is frustrated by the time it takes to perform the repairs. He learns that Kurtz is resented, not admired, by the manager. Once underway, the journey to Kurtz's station takes two months. The journey pauses for the night about 8 miles 13 km below the Inner Station. In the morning the boat is enveloped by a thick fog. The steamboat is later attacked by a barrage of arrows, and the helmsman is killed.
Marlow sounds the steam whistle repeatedly, frightening the attackers away. After landing at Kurtz's station, a man boards the steamboat: a Russian wanderer who strayed into Kurtz's camp. Marlow learns that the natives worship Kurtz, and that he has been very ill of late. The Russian tells of how Kurtz opened his mind and seems to admire Kurtz even for his power and his willingness to use it. Marlow suggests that Kurtz has gone mad. Marlow observes the station and sees a row of posts topped with the severed heads of natives. Around the corner of the house, the manager appears with the pilgrims, bearing a gaunt and ghost-like Kurtz.
The area fills with natives ready for battle, but Kurtz shouts something from the stretcher and the natives retreat. The pilgrims carry Kurtz to the steamer and lay him in one of the cabins. The manager tells Marlow that Kurtz has harmed the company's business in the region, that his methods are "unsound". The Russian reveals that Kurtz believes the company wants to kill him, and Marlow confirms that hangings were discussed.
After midnight, Marlow discovers that Kurtz has returned to shore. He finds Kurtz crawling back to the station house. Marlow threatens to harm Kurtz if he raises an alarm, but Kurtz only laments that he had not accomplished more. The next day they prepare to journey back down the river. Kurtz's health worsens during the trip and Marlow becomes increasingly ill. The steamboat breaks down, and while stopped for repairs, Kurtz gives Marlow a packet of papers, including his commissioned report and a photograph, telling him to keep them away from the manager.
When Marlow next speaks with him, Kurtz is near death; Marlow hears him weakly whisper, "The horror! The horror! The next day Marlow pays little attention to the pilgrims as they bury "something" in a muddy hole. He falls very ill, himself near death. Upon his return to Europe, Marlow is embittered and contemptuous of the "civilised" world. Several callers come to retrieve the papers Kurtz entrusted to him, but Marlow withholds them or offers papers he knows they have no interest in. He gives Kurtz's report to a journalist, for publication if he sees fit.
When Marlow visits her, she is deep in mourning although it has been more than a year since Kurtz's death. She presses Marlow for information, asking him to repeat Kurtz's final words. Marlow tells her that Kurtz's final word was her name. Literary critic Harold Bloom wrote that Heart of Darkness had been analysed more than any other work of literature that is studied in universities and colleges, which he attributed to Conrad's "unique propensity for ambiguity," but it was not a big success during Conrad's life.
Leavis referred to Heart of Darkness as a "minor work" and criticised its "adjectival insistence upon inexpressible and incomprehensible mystery". In King Leopold's Ghost , Adam Hochschild wrote that literary scholars have made too much of the psychological aspects of Heart of Darkness , while paying scant attention to Conrad's accurate recounting of the horror arising from the methods and effects of colonialism in the Congo Free State. Heart of Darkness is criticised in postcolonial studies, particularly by Nigerian novelist Chinua Achebe. He argued that the book promoted and continues to promote a prejudiced image of Africa that "depersonalises a portion of the human race" and concluded that it should not be considered a great work of art.
Achebe's critics argue that he fails to distinguish Marlow's view from Conrad's, which results in very clumsy interpretations of the novella. Morel , who led international opposition to King Leopold II 's rule in the Congo, saw Conrad's Heart of Darkness as a condemnation of colonial brutality and referred to the novella as "the most powerful thing written on the subject. Conrad scholar Peter Firchow writes that "nowhere in the novel does Conrad or any of his narrators, personified or otherwise, claim superiority on the part of Europeans on the grounds of alleged genetic or biological difference".
If Conrad or his novel is racist, it is only in a weak sense, since Heart of Darkness acknowledges racial distinctions "but does not suggest an essential superiority" of any group. Some younger scholars, such as Masood Ashraf Raja , have also suggested that if we read Conrad beyond Heart of Darkness , especially his Malay novels, racism can be further complicated by foregrounding Conrad's positive representation of Muslims. In , Botswanan scholar Peter Mwikisa concluded the book was "the great lost opportunity to depict dialogue between Africa and Europe". Those of us who are not from Africa may be prepared to pay this price, but this price is far too high for Achebe".
In his criticism, the British academic Cedric Watts criticizes the insinuation in Achebe's critique—the premise that only black people may accurately analyse and assess the novella, as well as mentioning that Achebe's critique falls into self-contradictory arguments regarding Conrad's writing style, both praising and denouncing it at times. The story was adapted to focus on the rise of a fascist dictator.
Welles even filmed a short presentation film illustrating his intent. It is reportedly lost. The film's prologue to be read by Welles said "You aren't going to see this picture - this picture is going to happen to you. Welles still hoped to produce the film when he presented another radio adaptation of the story as his first program as producer-star of the CBS radio series This Is My Best. Welles scholar Bret Wood called the broadcast of 13 March , "the closest representation of the film Welles might have made, crippled, of course, by the absence of the story's visual elements which were so meticulously designed and the half-hour length of the broadcast. The cast includes Inga Swenson and Eartha Kitt.
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