Monday, June 16, 2014

Den Koopman

During my researches in the Leviathanic histories, I stumbled upon an ancient Dutch volume, which, by the musty whaling smell of it, I knew must be about whalers. The title was, “Dan Coopman,” wherefore I concluded that this must be the invaluable memoirs of some Amsterdam cooper in the fishery, as every whale ship must carry its cooper. I was reinforced in this opinion by seeing that it was the production of one “Fitz Swackhammer.” But my friend Dr. Snodhead, a very learned man, professor of Low Dutch and High German in the college of Santa Claus and St. Pott’s, to whom I handed the work for translation, giving him a box of sperm candles for his trouble—this same Dr. Snodhead, so soon as he spied the book, assured me that “Dan Coopman” did not mean “The Cooper,” but “The Merchant.” In short, this ancient and learned Low Dutch book treated of the commerce of Holland; and, among other subjects, contained a very interesting account of its whale fishery. 

-- Moby-Dick or The Whale Chapter 101 The Decanter 

William Scoresby, An Account of the Arctic Regions Volume 2

"I am only in a mood; buoyant and bitter; tameless as the Arab coursing his native desert; free as yonder soaring eagle! it's this wild mountain air! Let us have a fling at the world, — the poor dollar-dealing sinners, cooped up in their great dens — " 

--Scenes and Adventures in the Army

This view of "the world" as a collection of "dollar-dealing sinners, cooped up in their great dens" was added in revision of the August 1852 installment of Scenes Beyond the Western Border.

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Flings at the world

I would rather feel your spine than your skull, whoever you are. A thin joist of a spine never yet upheld a full and noble soul. I rejoice in my spine, as in the firm audacious staff of that flag which I fling half out to the world. --Moby-Dick, chapter 80 - The Nut 
Friend. — You are a monomaniac, by Jove! incapable of argument, or even conversation. 
" I detest argument! it is the favorite resort of fools, to convince — themselves."
"I am only in a mood; buoyant and bitter; tameless as the Arab coursing his native desert; free as yonder soaring eagle! it's this wild mountain air ! Let us have a fling at the world, — the poor dollar-dealing sinners, cooped up in their great dens — " 
Friend. — But you began by a fling at me

"Only a love tap, Friend; my way of argument. Let us with the desert's freedom joyously flout convention and opinion—upstart usurpers!—let us make mocking sport of the prosaic solemnity of ignorant prejudice;—let us shoot popguns, at least, against the solid bulwarks where folly and selfishness sit enthroned!"
Friend.—Then fire away—though hang me if I know what you would be at. "
-- Scenes and Adventures in the Army page 355.
The narrator's "fling at the world" was added in revision of the dialogue between C. and F. (for "Frank,"  the Captain's imaginary friend) that had been printed in the August 1852 installment of Scenes Beyond the Western Border:
F.  "When I have you committed, fairly pinned in contradiction, you fly off into a maze of extravagant fancies, where I should be lost as well if I followed." 
C. "And get the best of it! Ah! my good friend, let this wild mountain air have fair play; let us with the desert's freedom joyously flout convention and opinion—upstart usurpers—let us make mocking sport of the prosaic solemnity of ignorant prejudice;—let us shoot popguns at least, against the solid bulwarks where folly and selfishness sit enthroned!"
F. "Then fire away!—though hang me if I know what you mean."
-- Scenes Beyond the Western Border, August 1852

Saturday, June 7, 2014

Real and unreal

Here again we find not only the same language but also--and more amazingly--the same context: more writing about writing, a metafictional debate with an imaginary critic of the narrative in progress.
I read to him my day’s experiences.  He listened impatiently; and at last broke out—
“You are incorrigible!  Do you call that abstraction, the real?”   
--Scenes Beyond the Western Border, August 1853; and
Scenes and Adventures in the Army (1857)

... a reply must in civility be made to a certain voice which methinks I hear, that, in view of past chapters, and more particularly the last, where certain antics appear, exclaims: "How unreal all this is!"  --The Confidence-Man (1857)

Did I say "metafictional"? Maurice S. Lee's word "metacritical" is good, too--maybe better since we're talking about ongoing criticism and criticism of criticism in supposed non-fiction, a military memoir.


--Maurice S. Lee on Skepticism and The Confidence-Man, from The New Cambridge Companion to Herman Melville
"... The Confidence-Man with its metacritical asides purposefully punctures verisimilitude."
Scenes Beyond the Western Border
Southern Literary Messenger 19 (August 1853)

Saturday, May 31, 2014

Alleged coiners, meaning plagiarists: Charles Lever and Melville's Pierre Glendinning

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Lever
Besides designating a minter, a maker of money, coins, the term "coiner" may refer to an author as maker of words, and to a counterfeiter.

Each of the two usages quoted below occurs in a purely literary context, exploiting the double sense of "coiner" as author and counterfeiter:

"And D'Israeli, the younger, the sparkler! whose first book is his best and is immortal. I read an odd volume of Vivian Grey every year. 
"And Lever!—the bright coiner—so they say—of other men's ore! 
"And Cooper! the American Scott, who still more than his model, wrote his brain as dry as a broken ink stand!"  --Scenes Beyond the Western Border, September 1851 and Scenes and Adventures in the Army
http://www.coinweek.com/expert-columns/doug-winter-us-gold/a-neat-knick-knack-counterfeit-1842-dahlonega-5/
"SIR:—You are a swindler. Upon the pretense of writing a popular novel for us, you have been receiving cash advances from us, while passing through our press the sheets of a blasphemous rhapsody, filched from the vile Atheists, Lucian and Voltaire. Our great press of publication has hitherto prevented our slightest inspection of our reader's proofs of your book. Send not another sheet to us. Our bill for printing thus far, and also for our cash advances, swindled out of us by you, is now in the hands of our lawyer, who is instructed to proceed with instant rigor.
(Signed)           STEEL, FLINT & ASBESTOS."
...
" —Now, then, where is this swindler's, this coiner's book? Here, on this vile counter, over which the coiner thought to pass it to the world, here will I nail it fast, for a detected cheat! And thus nailed fast now, do I spit upon it, and so get the start of the wise world's worst abuse of it!"  --Melville's Pierre (1852)

Chris Morash on Lever's Post-Famine Landscape:
"In 1843, Charles Gavan Duffy devoted an entire page of The Nation (which only ran to sixteen pages) to attacking the derivative and trivial nature of Lever's early work, his Lorrequers and his O'Malleys." --Charles Lever: New Evaluations, ed. Tony Bareham
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Thursday, May 29, 2014

lady mother

Queen Gertrude
Barbara Keith via Mosaic Tile Guide
The girl sits steadily sewing; neither she nor her two companions speak. Her eyes are mostly upon her work; but now and then a very close observer would notice that she furtively lifts them, and moves them sideways and timidly toward Pierre; and then, still more furtively and timidly toward his lady mother, further off. All the while, her preternatural calmness sometimes seems only made to cover the intensest struggle in her bosom.  (Pierre, 1852)

 Cub, A Tragedy in Three Acts:
It will be remembered by the patient and attentive future reader of this dry and methodical narrative, that its first appearance on any stage, was in "high" tragedy—that the first act embraced an unusual amount of sanguinary incident—that an innocent brother, (or sister,) being ruthlessly slain, and the baffled lady-mother left (unceremoniously) full of towering and demonstrative rage,— the imprisoned hero himself sank overwhelmed,—or in a well-acted counterfeit of death....

--Scenes Beyond the Western Border, March 1853; and Scenes and Adventures in the
Updated 12/28/2017 with a link to the website of great Minnesota artist Bebe (Barbara Benson) Keith:

Barbara Keith Mosaics from Maria Bartholdi on Vimeo.

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Mirage and Looming, Explained in Cooke's 1843 Santa Fe Journal

Prairie Scene: Mirage
Alfred Jacob Miller, c. 1858-60

Page 28
June 21. ...
... I have never seen an attempt to explain the “mirage,” which here, as on on [sic] the sandy plains of Asia, deceive the eye with the semblance of white sheets of water: on a hot day we see an appearance of steam or vapour rising from a hill,—no matter how near, if relieved by the sky, just as from a hot stove. I conceive it to be exhalations of moisture & the usual vapours of the atmosphere put in visible motion by the radiated caloric; when there is an expanse of nearly plain surface, a vast amount of this moving vapour is seen at once, and, no longer translucent, assumes the appearance of a white plain,— of steam,—or water. Thus too, by the refraction of light passing through an aqueous medium, is easily explained the “looming” of objects on the plains & hill tops: a crow, or a weed, is frequently mistaken for a buffalo, or a horseman.
Now that's what the genuine Captain Cooke sounds like. Real prairie writing, transcribed from the manuscript of Cooke's 1843 Santa Fe journal. Manuscript reports of 1843 survive in the National Archives and are now accessible at fold3.  For the summer expedition, see Letters to the Adjutant General 1822-1860: 1843/C/ Cooke, P St G (C252).  For the fall 1843 march, see Cooke's report dated October 26, 1843 in Letters to the Adjutant General 1822-1860: 1843/C/Cooke, P St G (C307).

Parts I-IV, the first four installments, of Scenes Beyond the Western Border are rewritten from these 1843 reports.

Both the summer and fall reports of 1843 were edited by William E. Connelley and published as "A Journal of the Santa Fe Trail" in the Mississippi Valley Historical Review 12 (June 1925): 72-98; and 12 (September 1925): 227-255.

Cooke's 1843 journal of the summer expedition only was also published in J. M. Lowe, The National Old Trails Road (Kansas City, 1925) as

"An Interesting Military Excursion"

Monday, May 19, 2014

Criticism of G. P. R. James

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Payne_Rainsford_James
Late in 1851, G. P. R. James was another idol of Berkshire, like Hawthorne and Melville.  Brian Higgins and Hershel Parker observe that Herman Melville's mother Maria
"bestowed high respect on any man of high literary reputation and unimpeachable Christian principles, such as G. P. R. James, the popular novelist who had recently settled near Stockbridge." (Reading Melville's Pierre, 13)
Higgins and Parker cite Parker's biography (1.829-30) on Maria Melville's regard for James as "the great novelist." She called him that in a letter to her daughter, Herman Melville's sister Augusta. At one point in the letter, Maria describes a party where the Melvilles socialized with the great novelist's wife, but missed the absent Mr. James.

At his blog Fragments from a Writing Desk, Parker gives more of the 5 November 1851 letter from Maria Melville to Augusta. Here's some of it, including Maria's reference to G. P. R. James as "the great novelist":
Mrs James is agreeable, does not dress well, is thin, but badly form'd, her rich silk dress was not well made. . . . Mr James has purchase'd a farm near Stockbridge, his son is to manage it. The author is going to build upon this farm & locate himself permanently on the expiration of their present lease--which was taken for two years.
Mr & Mrs Sedgwick on the entrance of Mrs James both ask'd for her husband, she slowly & very quietly said, Mr James beg'd me to say that he had "commenced a new book to day," & could not break out on any account. Bessie Sedgwick says he snuffs to such a degree that his bosom is cover'd with the dust, and you can't help inhaling some of the particles when you sit beside him. Our disappointment was very great at not seeing the great novelist. (transcribed by Hershel Parker)
Two months later, James receives detailed consideration in the January 1852 installment of Scenes Beyond the Western Border, when the narrating captain of dragoons dissects James's 1843 novel The False Heir in conversation about books and authors with his Imaginary Friend. I. F. for short.

Verbal and thematic connections to Melville's writings are demonstrated in previous posts on the quirk of repeating speech and the complaint about artificial plot twists. What strikes me now is the timing of the criticism, and its evident importance to the writer or more likely the ghostwriter. In the 1857 book version, this unusual significance is attested by the synoptic chapter headings in the table of contents, where the dialogue is described as Criticism of J. P. R. James.

The 1859 printing is the same except for the title page (updated to reflect Philip St George Cooke's promotion to Colonel) and repeats the error of J. P. R. instead of the correct G. P. R. for George Payne Rainsford James. Not exactly a common error, though Allen Cunningham's 1834 Biographical and Critical History provides one early example of the same thing.

UPDATE: James's offending sentence on the bad influence of Americanism, which supposedly undermines social order and high culture, is the sort of thing Melville argued against in the first book of Pierre. There Melville self-consciously aimed to "poetically establish the richly aristocratic condition of Master Pierre Glendinning." (Pierre, 1852)  And he kept at it. Trying still to counter the kind of disdain for "Americanism" that James had coolly exhibited in The False Heir, Melville urged Richard Bentley to consider the popular appeal of his new book as a treatment of
"a new & elevated aspect of American life." (April 16, 1852)

January 1852:
I. F. — What would you give to see a late paper?

"You have me there! I have a weakness for a damp newspaper; — let me see — it is now eight weeks since we have had news. But I discovered a copy of James's False Heir with my baggage; that, in my mental famine, has been quite a feast."

I. F. — Do you like it ?

"I think he has exhausted his best powers: the plot turns solely on a worn-out incident; the real or pretended substitution of infants. James has at last committed the folly, which, first or last, all the British authors seem to fall into — I mean a sneer, or slander, on us Americans. Strange, indeed, that a writer who has made friends of the readers of a great nation, should without any good object turn their finer feelings into contempt or anger, by a few motions of his pen. Ah! deliver us from the temptation of a sneer! But this is coolly and deliberately done."

I. F. — And what is it?
"I say Americanism advisedly; for republicanism is a very different thing, and does not imply a rejection of refinement in the higher classes of society." [quoting James as narrator in The False Heir]
I. F. — He pins his faith then upon the mercenary class of tourists; for he has never visited us. Did you ever remark that his valets are often the most intelligent and quickwitted of his characters?

"It is the case in this very work. The hero is a lad of seventeen; old enough to fall in love, and but little else. St. Medard is a mere abstraction, De Langy a cipher, Artonne a riddle, Monsieur L. a man in a mask who puts himself in the way sufficiently to give some interesting trouble and help out the plot. In the most commonplace manner, he has thrown the hero and favorite characters into difficulties for the transparent object of a final triumph; he disinherits the hero, shipwrecks his best friend, St. Medard; confines Artonne in prison for murder, and last, not least, sends his best-drawn character, Marois [Marais], to the galleys!

I. F. — James has an extraordinary habit of making his spokesmen repeat the first sentence of their speeches, thus — "I don't know, sir; I don't know, sir," — "That's a pity — that's a pity !" Since I have noticed it, it always makes me nervous!

"One of the last announcements I read before I left home, was, that he had engaged to write a 'serial' for the Dublin University Magazine; sorry I am, but such is the accustomed drivel of exhausted minds."

I. F. — After all, James has been a most effective moralist; and we owe him much.