Friday, May 08, 2009

Two books ...

... one extraordinary, the other not: Thomas Mann's house of exiles.

There is, first and foremost, Thomas Mann, a creature of such superb habit and indurated routine as to have made himself – as though belonging to another species – almost impervious to distraction: a few magniloquent sentences in the morning, soup (teeth trouble) and a cigar at lunchtime (“smoked Personality cigars”); in the afternoon, correspondence and a walk with one of a relay of the dogs of those years (in another Windsor touch, one was driven to him, cross-country, by Sybille Bedford; in addition, “Thomas was always a keen recorder of the dogs he met”); in the evening, gramophone music or reading aloud or a trip to the theatre and then taking down whatever book it was time for (“Thomas read Rimbaud”), in an unlikely and even rather perverse display of nihil humanum. It’s hard to understand just how famous and successful Mann was in the America of the 1940s: the difficult novels all Book of the Month Club bestsellers (The Magic Mountain named “one of the twenty-five most influential books of the first half of the twentieth century”, somewhere, oddly, behind Marx’s Das Kapital – it was all that long ago); the sell-out lecture tours to the back of beyond (“a busy program, full of high-mindedness”, Juers notes) negotiated on a mild regimen of uppers and downers; the regular frisson of being recognized by a waiter or a train conductor; the malingering and the coddling and the catarrh, and, apparently discomfiting or embarrassing – embarrassment was always a big item in Mann’s emotional Haushalt – erotic agitation, an unwelcome rogue sensation, brought on now by sea air, now by beer, now by Princeton; leading an existence that was basically already halfway to Michael Jackson’s: “Stopping en route in Colorado Springs, they were served a meal that was prepared according to Goethe’s lunch with Lotte in Thomas’s novel”.

8 comments:

  1. My favorite tidbit about the Erika and Klauss Mann is their friendship (if that is the right word) with the gang that lived on Middagh Street in Brooklyn: Carson McCullers and W. H. Auden were among the half dozen or more who lived there in a sort of communal weirdness in the early 50s; even Gypsy Rose Lee and Leonard Bernstein were known to hang out there. Bizarre household full of interesting people!

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  2. I'd not heard about that one, R. T. Think the most intriguing among the bunch, if I were to wish to meet one of same, would be Carson (followed by Auden). Perhaps, in honour of their hosts, the group might be called the HausFreunds? Either that or we could revert to our go-to guy in this sitch and Zappafy it with some such cognomen which finds a vague kind of focus in the notion of undifferentiated weirdness or so . . . :).

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  3. For an account of "The house on Middagh Street," see Brooke Allen's review in The New Criterion of February House: The Story of W. H. Auden, Carson McCullers, Jane & Paul Bowles, Benjamin Britten & Gypsy Rose Lee, Under One Roof in Wartime America, by Sherill Tippins.

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  4. The book you cite trumped some research I and a former colleague had done eight or nine years ago; as the lead researcher, my former colleague is a prominent McCullers scholar, and he was planning to write his own book on the gang that lived at #7 Middagh Street, and I (as his sleuthing amanuensis and persistent bloodhound during the adolescence of the Internet) dug through books, articles, newspaper clippings, and public records in Brooklyn. We had gathered together a lot of great material, but professional commitments got in the way of expeditiously furthering the project and--before you knew it--someone else had pursued the same subject but carried it to completion. Ah, well, that is often what happens in literary research and writing. At any rate, as I recall, both Erika and Klauss were curious personalities; however, they did not participate long in the Middagh Street communal experiment, and they were not the most interesting among the group. One person who lived there with McCullers, Auden, and the others (I think it was Paul Davis, though I could be wrong about the name as my memory has become a bit porous in recent years) was particularly interesting because of his pet monkey and his proclivity for getting himself beaten up while trolling the bars near the Brooklyn Navy Yard. What a great time it would have been to have lived for a while among that fantastic group of singular personalities.

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  5. CORRECTION: That would have been George Davis, a prominent magazine editor (not Paul Davis).

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  6. Thanks, FDL, just what a procrastinette needed :). Funny, R. T., thought you meant our Paul Davis; so, good you corrected my wonderment . . . BTW, know you love McCullers; but, did you know she's one of seven poetic subjects righteously rendered by Carolyn Smart in her just-published collection, Hooked (Brick Books)?

    Oh, prolly; but, there ain't no dumb Qs, ain't there?
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  7. Thanks for pointing me toward Carolyn Smart, which I will have to check out. You might be interested in Paul Muldoon's "7 Middagh Street," his wonderful tribute to the melange in Brooklyn Heights. And actually, I wouldn't go so far as to say that I "love" Carson McCullers though I am more of a Flannery O'Connor person (and those two simply did not think much of each other), and I think some of McCullers' work is first-class (especially the novella, The Ballad of the Sad Cafe), but I think McCullers sadly squandered her considerable talents and never really measured up to the promise of her youthful debut novel and her novella.

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  8. Heh, R. T., funny innit? Carolyn also has a sequence devoted to Ms. Bowles . . . Myra Hindley, Zelda, Elizabeth Smart (which I couldn't judge at all because we were close friends when she returned to Canada near the end of her life before finally settling back in the UK); but, I am really of two minds about PM's writing: Either love or really dislike his work. Will look this one in the eye and try to open-mind it, thanks to your tip.

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