Unreal Nature

April 28, 2013

Delphic

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…  the camera stands to the sea as, throughout this story, the artist has stood to experience, in a morally heroic yet at the same time dubious or ridiculous or even impossible relation of form to all possibility …

This is from the essay ‘Composition and Fate in the Short Novel’ (1963) found in A Howard Nemerov Reader (1991). In this segment, Nemerov is writing about Thomas Mann’s Death in Venice, which I hope you’ve read:

… When Aschenbach dies, there by the shore, we are told that the weather was autumnal, the beach deserted and not even very clean; suddenly we are given this: “A camera on a tripod stood at the edge of the water, apparently abandoned; its black cloth snapped in the freshening wind.” That is all, our attention is given to Tadzio, Aschenbach’s death soon follows, the camera is never mentioned again.

Crudely speaking, this camera is unnecessary and no one could possibly have noticed anything missing had the author decided against its inclusion; yet in a musical, compositional sense it exquisitely touches the center of the story and creates a resonance which makes us for a moment aware of the entire inner space of the action, of all things relevant and their relations to one another.

Our sense of this is mostly beyond exposition, as symbolic things have a way of being; but some of its elements may be mentioned. About the camera by the sea there is, first, a poignant desolation, the emptiness of vast spaces, and in its pictorial quality it resembles one of the earliest images in the story, when Aschenbach, standing by the cemetery, looks away down the empty streets: “not a wagon in sight, either on the paved Ungererstrasse, with its gleaming tramlines stretching off towards Schwabing, nor on the Föhring highway.” Both pictures are by Di Chirico*. The camera’s black cloth reminds us of the gondola, “black as nothing else on earth except a coffin,” and the repeated insistence on black in that description; also of the “labor in darkness” which brings forth the work of art. For we perceive that the camera stands to the sea as, throughout this story, the artist has stood to experience, in a morally heroic yet at the same time dubious or ridiculous or even impossible relation of form to all possibility, and that at the summer’s end, in the freshening wind, the camera is abandoned. It would be near forgivable, so full of Greek mysteries is this work, if we thought the tripod itself remotely Delphic.

*The text has it as Di Chirico, but I can’t help thinking he meant De Chirico.

-Julie

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